Bart Gunshot
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Disclaimer: This story is not for everyone. My main inspiration was the 1950's TV show, "The Twilight Zone." It is suppose to be slightly confusing and horrific/creepy. It usually takes a good amount of reading skills to decipher a story of this nature. This is my first attempt at this style but I have read a bit of the style from Edgar Allen Poe and some other good authors. So this is my take on the style. Sorry if it is entirely undecipherable, I thought it up in the shower. Lol 
Sarah woke up. Today was Monday. She hated Mondays, but then again who didn't? She climbed out of bed reluctantly. Opened the curtains to the blinding light of the morning sun. Squinting, she thought it was a little brighter than normal. She started her Monday routine, first thing to do, go downstairs and get something to eat. Sarah was 15 years old, a sophomore in high school. She hated high school, everything was a socially orientated popularity contest. Those that were athletic were most popular while those that went to school to learn, and to prepare themselves for college and beyond were not.
She poured herself her bowl of cereal, and thought about what would happen today. Sarah was not athletic and not extremely outgoing, therfore not that popular. However she wasn't at the bottom of the 'popular scale.' She knew that the only reason for this is the way she looked. She didn't have it all, but she was still very pretty. She had blue eyes, a very beautiful face, and thick hair which she dyed red, but it was naturally brown, she didn't have a tan but she wasn't blinding either. Many of the guys thought she was perfect, but did not date her because they would rather have the body than the looks. Sarah didn't mind, she didn't even know what a date would entail and figured she had far better things to worry about and better interests to persue.
Sarah's parents were divorced. She lived with her dad in his apartment, he always took care of her but many days when she woke up he would be gone at work, he worked very hard to keep the lifestyle she had when her parents were together. Today he was gone again, she looked for his usual note but could not find one. That was odd, he almost always left a note. She didn't think much of it and took her finished bowl of cereal to the sink. She turned on the faucet but no water flowed, the plumber last week must have screwed up the water again she thought. Luckily she took a shower last night, however it would be a challange to brush her teeth and do her hair. She went to the fridge to get a bottle of water out and the fridge wasn't on. This was all very strange. Then she remembered in the morning her alarm did not wake her up, she wished there was power to tell the time, the digital clock on the stove and microwave were the only clocks they had, besides her phone.
She went upstairs to get her phone and realized she forgot to charge it last night. What time was it? She opened her front door and saw that her dad's car was still in the driveway. Startled, she went back inside and upstairs to his room. He wasn't there, however the bed was perfectly made. That wasn't like her dad to do that. She was scared now, what was going on? She couldn't think of any logical explaination as she called for her dad throughout the house. She went outside again, not caring that her hair wasn't done or that she was still in her pajamas. She walked down the street of identical apartments, everyone's car was still in their driveway. She went over to the public pool they had, the water looked strange. As she got closer she could see what appeared to be water textures glitching out, or z-fighting, like in a video game or like static on a TV. She was panicking now. She looked up at the sky, it was a flat grey color. There was no depth to it. No clouds, no graident of dark blue to sky blue. The sun, which was still abnormally bright had a odd color.
Sarah woke up. She was covered with sweat. Today was Monday. It was just a dream she thought as she woke up, however her alarm did not wake her up she noticed. Today was Monday. Or maybe Tuesday. She picked up her phone, which she charged last night. The time said: 'NULL.' In fact, everything on her phone said: 'NULL.' Even the message, 'MISSINGNO' from 'NULL.' She remembered her dream. She got up and ran down the street as far as she could. She hit a wall at full speed and hit the ground. Her arm was bleeding as she got up and looked at the wall. It was a giant monitor. She could she the separate pixels of the picture showing what the road looked like if it continued.
Sarah. Woke. Up...
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