First off, I’m not a writer so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or poor writing and secondly I created a throwaway account because things have got a little weird and I don’t want anything linking back to myself.
So it all started about 3 weeks ago, driving to work and I drove past a pretty normal looking house on Carshalton Road. Normally I wouldn’t notice any specific house but as I was driving a lady in a skirt suit was knocking on the door. Sounds pretty normal but when the door opened I am almost certain I saw her being dragged inside. Now I couldn’t be sure and by midday I had forgotten about it.
Here’s the thing… I never thought that I’d ever actually be telling this story. I never had a reason to, you know? I mean, this isn’t one of those things that you tell your friends around the fire where you saw a strange creature in the woods or some shit. No. This is something that you try and bury into the deepest recesses of your memory in an attempt to never think about it again. It’s just… I don’t understand. No matter how hard I try and rationalize what happened to me a few months ago, it just ends up seeming delusional. Especially with what’s been going on the past few days. Even thought it feels surreal, I know that it happened. I know it did.
A friend of mine showed me how to use Google Maps. I’m sure you’ve seen it. It lets you use satellite images to look at locations all over the world. A few years ago, I was in a car accident. Since then, I really don’t leave the house that often. It’s difficult, and the idea of a seeing a car drive by me makes me feel lightheaded. I was fascinated by the fact that I could see all over the world, almost like being there. I could virtually walk down the streets, and it almost felt like I was really there.
Today I was sorting my old things when a small note with a newspaper cut fell out from the heap of old papers and documents. I immediately recognized it. Now I’m sitting in my dark attic and can’t figure out what really happened back then. Maybe you can help me? But at first, I have to tell you about all this mess which happened ten years ago.
Through foggy school bus windows, students every morning looked upon their study place. In their eyes, Riverside High School turned out to be quite common and boring. For someone, it related to happy events, but for others, school was the most hated place on Earth. Millions of students around the world had the same attitude to schools as the Riverside High School pupils.