Hi....umm....I guess I should start with an introduction yes? I mean that's how most stories start out so why not. I'll start out with who I am. My names Mason and I'm a 10 year old boy, I have tannish skin with dark brown hair, and my eyes, well they're quite the site. You see I was born with two different colors, my left eye being an amber color while my right being blue. Now that that's out of the way, you should know a little bit about my personality. I'm like your average little boy for ya, I like to tell jokes, make references that a lot of people probably wouldn't get, be the goofy guy of the group, and I'm also a gaming and comic nerd with an occasion of telling you why Deadpool is best hero. Or how you people see it, anti-hero. Of course he probably views himself as a hero.....or a criminal doing justice things I guess.....or something.....
Anyway!
Right now, I'm living in a orphanage. Now you might be wondering why I'm living at an orphanage, well let me tell you.
I had a nice life living in a house with my parents in a nice neighborhood, I had awesome friends and went to a cool school, or at least as cool as it can get. My life was very good. Until me and my parents got in a horrible accident.
We were driving from the movies, my mom was saying the good things about the movie while me and my dad were talking about the bad things. Never really liked romance movies. Then all of the sudden, a car swerved in our lane and hit us head on. I don't know how many hours had passed but when I woke up I found myself in a hospital bed. As if someone was sending signals, the doctor came in and told me that I miraculously survived with a few scratches and bruises, but some broken bones here and there. When I asked about my parents, the doctor said they didn't make it in the crash since they took most of the impact head on.
I was shattered, I don't remember how long I cried in that hospital. Later on I was sent to an orphanage. The first few weeks were horrible, I hardly ate, I always had nightmares, and I cried. I cried a lot. But fortunately one of my older cousins heard about it and at least once a week would visit me and would help me with my problems. Eventually she got me to talk to the other kids and soon I made new friends which helped me even more. After about 4 months I was somewhat recovered. I didn't get any nightmares, I talked more often to the kids but I was still touchy on the topic.
One time when my cousin came to visit I asked her if I could live with her. She said she would if she could but she didn't have enough money to provide for me and her. I was a bit saddened by this but she said she would still visit me.
Wearing a Dead Pool shirt, some jeans and a pair of shoes, I was near the small pond that the orphanage was next to skipping rocks while listening to music on my cousin's old IPhone 6. Although I can't call anyone or buy games without her permission it's still got music ranging from country my personal favorite, to rock, jazz, the occasional dubstep, and orchestra along with a few games here and there.
Tossing a rock and watching it skip twice, I grunted in annoyance not getting that third skip that I usually get. This is what I used to do during my recovery. Do something productive while listening to music, but mostly it was listening to music. Now I just do it when I want to be alone.
It makes you think though, how fast life could take away so much you love and all the things you would wish would never change. Kinda sucks. Instead of wishing for things to change I was now wishing for it all to change, heck maybe even change back to the way it was but you can't go back in time. If only magic existed in this world and could make wishes come true, because if that was the case I would be wishing a storm.
After skipping the final rock I picked up my phone, paused my music and headed back up to the orphanage. Now the orphanage wasn't all that special, just a two story red building. Nothing much to it actually, has a playground over there, a basketball court over there, and blue glowing light that I'm about to walk into. Yup nothing much.
....Wait what?
Before I could rack my brain to figure out how a blue glowing light thingy was in front of me, I felt myself get sucked into it with nothing to stop me. The last thing I saw before I was somehow knocked out was a white flashing light.