57 Chapter 11: The underground mall

I fly over the cross, curved and stop pathways and went through the gaping air between the floating up a small floating up park island. The roads around the place were curved inwards, though still remaining its unique features. The roots of the park island squish out from the dirt and bond in spirals downwards into the hole. The root emits a green light which you can only see in the dark as you fly downwards beneath the park island. The roots reach downwards and thinners further away the root gets from the tree until. The lights from the tree eventually get more fade as I adventure down the hole where the islands on top blocks majority of the sunlight. The green light coming from the roots was completely gone, and another light mix of light shone from the other end. I flapped my pointed wings down. As I flew faster and faster, deeper, the light shone more brightly. I was close, for a second, it felt like my hands reached out and touched the light itself.

My fingertips meet with the light for second before bypasses out to a large open area. The wind hit and pushes my hair backward. It was nice and cold like a night's winter. The area was covered in shadow as the upper platform, and the park islands blocking the light reaching down. Stretched out ovals were stretched out from beneath the common's area. They were fully black with a light layer of yellow-emitting from some gaps of the walkway. The outer layer is wrapped with curved light wood with a thick see through paint to add extra shine. The insides were a mixture of; stone, plastic, wood, and metal with an outer layer of different kinds. Each of the stretched-out ovals was like a cocoon with a curved down open road and shops connecting each of the cocoons for easier access on foot.

We looked for the entrance in the middle sides of the cocoon. We entered in as we lowered our wings and landed from a drop from the top. An empty brown carpeted road leads you to the main area. The sides of the road were empty of rooms or stores but a curved wood that's the walls. It was a few more steps and were in. The road continues forward without the wall all the way across the longest part of the cocoon. The top and bottom air float open golden cages with tables inside. The curved-up sides were flooded with pushed in shops of clothing stores as the whole inside cocoon was lighted up by a warming layer of light brown lights that buried beneath the sheet of white and grey stones which serves as the floor and walls.

I walked out into the center of the carpeted road and flipped over and allowed the pre-set gravity controls to take place. My foot landed on the top, and I began to take my walk. Sugi was below doing her stuff, though it wasn't even 10 minutes where we decided to regroup and cross the bridge to another cocoon for a different topic.

I got back on the carpeted road with a flip and continued to go across with Sugi. At the end of this cocoon, the carpet turned to stone and as we took a left, curving on the edges of the building where there's no walls on the left and took stairs up. Looking out to the left and down you could see the original grounds of the earth. Some parts of curved wood were sticking out from the top of the left view to add some texture as you see something like the night lights over in the distance even if this' day time.

We eventually turn a right and went straight up dark grey stairs with two sides of shops of food and drinks. We stopped by the one with a large bowl at the top for cooking. We spent a bit of money on our games and donation from popularity polls as we grabbed another drink from a middle of a road stand.

We continued to hit up and up until we start doing down, leading to another cocoon.

Chapter 12: My journal

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Day 34: …

'I am so… lonely…'

'It has been how long since I went out and met the sunlight?'

I tilted my head up from a before seating position with my legs crossed on the wooden floor. The room I was in was small, and my money was beginning to run out. My first book was terrible as it was said to be magical it went on sale. They said my grammar was terrible as well as my spelling, they said the beginning was terrible, and nothing was of interesting.

'makes me wonder why they even published it.'

They told me to write a tragic story which would get more attention. They told me to write something cruel without meaning.

'Can I even do it?'

'Don't they have feelings too?'

'Is it wrong to see someone else happy?'

'Is it right to write a story where the character was design for only suffering?'

'I don't know anymore.'

I thought to myself these question as a train passes by on the right-side trails next to my room. The room was quiet to the point of scary. The room was dark with a plugged-in laptop screen on the floor being the only bright light source inside the room. Bits of light escapes into the room from the high up window. The weather was cloudy and cold for a summer as the wall clock ticks until the short hand lays directly on top the number 8.

I glared over at the ticking clock with the first thought of breaking it before realizing…

'Oh, yea… I am starting school today.'

I got up from a crossed leg seating position and walked over to the side pull closet to get out my uniform. I put it on. I walked down and opened the front door out the house. I walked along the apartment public walk way before turning left down a spiral of boarding old mental stair cases.

I was up to the end of the shopping ark and have not much of an idea of how to continue. I can easily work my way across the story by showing the daily lives of the character, but people don't seem to be interested. I don't know how to draw to show what I think and words aren't good enough to show my real imagination. The story that I have always wanted to write is a fantasy of what my life could have been like. I wanted a world where the character I make can be happy even if I am not or that those are even people that can appreciate or know who I am. After all, if the character hated or liked me, it's just me taking to myself. Although the characters who I create aren't real, I always have a subconscious for these characters for what they think and feel. I could feel their complaints and without realizingly but their thoughts into words which results in the fourth wall breaking that no one likes.

I am 17. I live alone, and I am starting year 12 this year. My name is Alice Einzbern. I chose it myself after the incident with a few old friends working from the back of the government at times comes very handy. They are good people that do both the bad and good for a living. They tried to help me and understand what I do. They don't force me to do something I don't want and helped me order some basic equipment for my room to get started.

'Don't you find my name fitting brain?'

Alice means 'noble' and 'light' or simply honest and happy. Einzbern is a reference to Fate Zero where the focus of that family was the two parents and a baby that would eventually grow up without her parents. Her hair was white like an angel from the heavens. Her life began as a noble. It was a short life that ended at age ten as the girl has lost her heart. That's why Alice was the front, the beginning of a story and Einzbern at the end. My life was similar; I could say I lived happily until four before I was old enough to realize the conflict inside my house for rising me. I suffered alone for a while until 16 where my family thinks that I am now dead.