First Scene of My Original, Untitled Fic
Breakfast is quiet these days. Never anything but quiet. And I hate it. Kind of my own fault though when you think about it. Breakfast isn’t anything complicated. It never has been. It’s the same as always too. Cereal and a glass of orange juice. A rolled up Telanguian Herald to look at while I eat. Breakfast plain and simple. Speaking of the Telanguian Herald you should know that I write for it occasionally. Not anything important though, just poetry. Maybe a serial novel or two. I’ll be the first to say that I typically spend most of my morning hunting down my chapter, reading it, and then looking at everyone else’s. Kind of glad the newspaper made an entire section exclusively for serials. Makes my life much more interesting. I don’t usually read it until after I read the news though. The news isn’t always good. The world isn’t always good. And if I choose to forget that by reading about the latest chapter of the Magical Mysteries series well so be it. I read that series more than you’d think possible. But that’s what tends to happen when you’re trapped in a castle with no way off the grounds. You start going a little stir crazy. And if you’re about to suggest that I take a walk or whatever let me just say that I would but I’m in a wheelchair so I can’t actually do that. Don’t pity me either. I’ve had it up to here with that mess. I’ve been in a wheelchair for as long as I can remember. I don’t know any different. Get over it and stop feeling sad for me. Thank you. What’s worse is that I usually end up kicking out the few people that actually turn up here. Why? Because they always treat me like a stupid kid and I’m not one and ughh… Sorry, sorry. Best to just tell you the story of how I got imprisoned here. Might as well. After all its not like I’ve got something else to do. I’ll get Emily to put her part in since I know she won’t object. And she can talk to Nosreme about putting his sections in because he’s part of the reason this mess even happened. Besides anyone reading this deserves the full story. Especially Clivis and Apollo. You deserve to know why I won’t be around when you go to your next invention fair. All right, that’s enough of that. Time to raise the metaphorical curtain and let the story begin. Just try not to hate me when it’s over, please.