The world as we know it can be a fascinating place. A place where we can adventure into the unknown, and obviously that's where this is heading. Perhaps a space adventure that we take too far or a cross with a teen life story, who even knows?
Anyhow, it begins when I, Flynn, ventured out to the outskirts of the unknown to a place only to be named 'the forest of disappearing stuff.' For reference, I am one of possibly two people who call it that; I made it up. A while back people at school said a boy named Josh had left his bike by a tree on the forest and after he had climbed the tree it was gone. Whether or not he was trying to make this up to get his name around, it was pretty big news for a school. It went round fairly quickly and I heard when I was listening in on the popular kids at school. My table's behind theirs in the dinner hall, and often listening in on their's is more interesting than pretending I'm interested in my friend Finley's latest invention that doesn't work, such as his 'voice activated door opener' just to find that it responded to anyone's voice. Not the best protection you want.
But, on this occasion I had decided to listen in on the bike story. Someone else called 'Dakota', who was the main girl. You know what schools are like where there's always that one head girl who thinks she's better than others? Yeah, that was basically Dakota, but she had changed a bit in recent years. She used to hang around with me and Finley but then she got cool. We slowly slipped down the ladder—not great. Back to the point. Dakota claimed she, too, had something taken; that was her lunchbox. Not the worst thing going, and I'm positive that it was probably still at school in a classroom or at her house, however, you have to give these people the trust to get anywhere. I had to check it out myself. Hopefully I wouldn't have something be taken from me or be taken at all. Might be funny to be compared to Liam Neeson's film, but in general, it would be a dreadful thing to happen. A weapon was needed.
On what I think was Thursday, I checked my garage and took a spanner. I know, me and a spanner equals the most deadly man alive. It was better than nothing; besides, it was a spanner or a rake. I chucked it in my bag and left for the forest of disappearing stuff, and yes, I am still calling it that. Some people claimed it got really dark in there, and others said never to stray from the path, but little did they know it's actually quite nice in there. Few dog walks a week and I've gotten used to the track. More of a path, even, with benches at the side. I really felt some people over emphasised a lot. Bad trait, really. The forest wasn't very busy and I had to find the tree that Josh had been cracking on about for. I thought I knew which one it was, because if he had said he'd climbed a tree, there were only a few climbable ones on the path. Especially those with engraved names of 'Josh and Dakota'. It was a sneaky suspicion but I figured it out.
I thought leaving a trap was best, and my spanner came in useful. A perfect trap. If they steal a lunchbox, a spanner is the next best thing. Whoever it is would have never felt so lucky. So, laying there waiting was good enough to tie my evening up for the day, and of course it was time to wonder about everything. When I say wonder about everything, it's one of those moments that involves feeling bad for accidentally bumping into someone years ago. Times were rough. Yet, just as I was reaching the worst of memories where I had to say thanks to someone who kept opening the door for me in every single possible version of gratitude, a weird gooey alien popped out of a portal in the tree. No idea what to do, I tried to jump towards it but it was too fast, and off went my spanner. For all I know, it could have popped back and beat me with the spanner, so I ran off.
I had just seen some weird alien. I had to tell someone.