Time Prison
#1 of Time Prison
A young man bullied by his peers finds a way to escape his life of turmoil
Prologue
As the pencil, a lost fragment of my past, sails through the air I begin to wonder why I wanted fame and fortune. Was it because everyone knows you for everything good you have done and won't tease you for a lack of anything? Or was it that I wanted to be filthy rich for the rest of my life? What ever it was I now regret it and I want to go back to my previous life.
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6 years before...
School, the worst place on earth. I must sound like some sort of cool guy or even a truant, well I'm not. I'm the victim of bullying. Not just a nudge or two and a few hurtful words. No it's a full out three of four bashings and even worse in the way of words. I am proof that the saying 'sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me' isn't true, well at least not in my case. Here is where people will say to talk to talk so someone. They don't realize that I have many times, and all times I have just got even more bullied. My parents don't support me when I get bullied and dad just laughs and tells me that it's just a way of life. What makes this problem even worse is that I move from city to city in New Zealand almost every year. Yes it happens, and New Zealand does exist even when most of the world can't find it. I have no friends and can't play any sports, which may surprise you because I am 15 years old. I have also found when you go to a Co-ed school, are extremely intelligent and have no friends, life can be tough.
My two most favorite dates are my birthday and the end of the school year. This year everything changed. As I was sitting my mock NCEA Physics exam and got to a question on time and relativity. It read "if you were to, theoretically, go somewhere in time and space where would you go?' thinking that this was a joke question I answered "somewhere in six years time in a parallel earth where everything I ever wanted to happen became real." This also gave me a thought on what I will be doing during the rest of the year.
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It has been 3 months since I had my mind blowing idea and today I am going to test my new invention, the T.R.U.A.S (time, relative universes and space). It is also the end of the school year and hopefully my life in this universe. As usual I got the same end of year treatment from the school bullies; swirlies, bashings and muggings. The graffiti on the headmaster's office door, 'John Smith thinks the headmaster is a ...!' This always lands me in a lot of trouble. I will be glad when the end of year prize giving is over. As the assembly drags onwards the same names are read out for prizes. Jill Walker for the top of Home-Ec and Hospitality, Jack hill for the top of Economics, Accounting and Mathematics and as always me, John Smith for the top of Physics, Chemistry, History and Classical Studies. The choosing of the dux of the school is always the most frightening part of the assembly. This year it was the head prefect Alex Stratenford. This shocked me because was the ringleader of the bullying that had happened to me this year.
Many people left that day with either a prize or in tears, sorting out the problem of what to do for the summer holidays. I knew what I will be doing and wanted to get home as soon as possible to complete the testing process so I can use it before the end of the year. My pet mouse will be test subject of this and if the T.R.U.A.S works I will scale it down and use it for myself. I flick on the machine and almost immediately I hear whirring and whizzing and a blinding flash as the room seemed to melt away and give way to another place.
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I materialized in the middle of a road on a dark rainy night. A shrill squealing sound started and I realized that my time traveling device was spitting out smoke and was vibrating like crazy. As an instinct I took off the device and threw it as far away as possible thinking that if this is the world and time I'm looking for I will not need it ever again. I was going to look for a car when another blinding flash occurred and I was in a metal room. An old man was sitting there smoking a pipe with the flame dancing around in it. "who are you?" I asked.
"Who am I?" he retorted "are you going crazy Mr. Smith? I'm your assistant Michael Forster!"
"Oh," I exclaimed "I must have forgotten"
"That makes perfect sense, because you wouldn't have me if you could remember everything in your life; you wouldn't be able to stay off the streets without me."
Noticing that the T.R.U.A.S had worked perfectly in the fact of the alternate reality I kept it to myself that I didn't properly know the time I was in. following Michael's lead I went to what he called the smallest room in what he thought was my house. The door whooshed open like in a science fiction movie. I almost gasped in amazement at the size of my smallest room. The room was brightly lit and contained hundreds of photographs of me doing various activities that I could never remember doing. There was an indoor fountain with mosaic tiling depicting the twelve Olympian gods. I asked how often I came into this room but Michael just looked at me and said nothing. Then out of the deafening silence that erupted from the room's four walls came a small whimper, then a moan and finally a loud piercing cry.