You may be asking what this all means? Understand I don't see you... but I've read enough novels in my past life to know someone's reading this... I don't do most of that corny stuff you'd cringe at now but in the beginning, well let's just say not all dreams are fun. So sit back open that bag of chips and go get some water or something, as I tell you my story... The story of how Halo... became my hell.
________________________________________ *Today was a calmer day then most for me... I mean I got my work done, grades were up, and I just got the latest halo game I could find... it wasn't much but the promised fun was a good hope for. I mean it is the Master Chief edition.*
"Man I hope this was worth the 30 bucks, or else I'm so gonna use as much money as me and my friends can pool together to send that sketchy shop to hell and back with all the fines and money they would need to return." (HI future MC here... Back in my old world I Had a few conditions, mainly just some speech problems that were rare and an unbearable ability to speak flatly yet never stop speaking like a mono tone robot.)
*As I was walking down the sidewalk a friend of mine called... finding a bench to sit on I tried to answer before he hung up and it said that this phone number was never used. Which was odd as I know he had used this as he was just calling me.*
"the hell is going on? Did somebody hack Jerome's phone again? It's the second-" *It was at this moment I knew something was wrong... why? Because I never could sound curious before.
Then it hit me literally... a malfunctioning satellite that drifted off course and only warned the people in charge after it was already halfway to the earth's surface...
looking at it as I died a very painful death... with blood soaking and covering my eyes... I saw the mark of that shop wich I somehow don't remembers name, as if it never did really exist.
With the final bits of time I had left I made a wish I'd never forget*