I feel the sensation of falling. It’s like when you’re in a dream, and it feels so real that the adrenaline in your body wakes you up. Except it doesn’t wake me up, and it never has before. I get closer and closer to the ground, and I try to wake up, but it all seems too real. Once I get to seconds away from hitting the ground, I close my eyes, awaiting the pain that I know will follow. I wake up laying on the ground in a crowded city. There’s people everywhere, yet no one seems to acknowledge that I’m even there. I get this burning sensation in my throat. What is happening? I need water. My throat is so dry I can hardly breathe. Gasping, I stand up and stumble my way to the nearest store, which happens to be a restaurant. “Water… I need…” I begin to cough. My throat is too dry. “…Water!” I run up to one of the waitresses and clench my throat. He doesn’t even notice I’m there. I fall to the ground, unable to breathe. I wake up in nothingness. No light, no sound, just me. What is going on? I close my eyes, trying to get out of this place. When I open them, I’m at the end of a long hallway, and at the other end are two people. I squint, trying to make out their faces, but it’s all just a blur. I close my eyes and rub them, hoping that when I open them, I will be able to see them clearly. When I open them, I’m lying in my bed.

     I wake up with a massive migraine. Something's off; I can feel it. "Mom? Mom!" I shout from my room. She runs into the room with panic, "What's going on? Are you okay?" She says, nearly out of breath. As I look up at her, leaning over me, I see all these colors coming from her body. I rub my head. Something is terribly wrong. Why am I seeing things? "Uh, yeah.. sorry. I'm fine, I just have a migraine. Could you get me some medicine?"     I watch her walk away with all those weird colors following her, pink and yellow is what I see. When she arrives, the colors are gone. It must have been my migraine. Those stupid headaches I always get are making me see things now. I take the medicine and I'm back asleep within minutes.

     I wake up to my phone buzzing. A text from Audrey, my best friend since fourth grade, says "Come over!! I have something to tell you :D." So I put on some clothes and drive over to her house. As I'm driving, my headache begins to come back. And fast. My fingers are shaking as I pull my phone out of my back pocket and try to dial Audrey's number. "Something's come up." I whisper in pain. "Sam? What's wrong?!" She says, panic already in her voice. Here we go. "I'm not feeling well." I reply, but suddenly my head is pounding so hard all I hear is ringing. "Come get me, I need you here." my voice shakes.

     By the time she gets there, the headache is nearly gone. She has colors radiating from her: pink and yellow. How odd.

     Everyone greets me as they always do as I walk down the street, thinking about how this day will just be the same as every other day. Don't get me wrong-- I love my life! I have a decent-paying job, I have a place to stay that overlooks the Miami Beach, I have friends, and I have a family. What else could one ask for? Thing is, there's a whole lot of other things I could ask for, including difference. Difference? You may ask yourself. Well let me explain: walking down the same street every day to work and back, sitting at home half the day. My life has no meaning. And if there's one thing I could ask for in this life, it would be just that. As I walk down this long street on the way home from work, I decide to sit for a while and think. Think about life; about the meaning, and how I could possibly make it better and different. I sit down on a bench and begin watching the kids and the families on the beach. I sigh as I lay down on the hard bench, only to find something sitting on the bench beside me. A notebook. I open it and immediately know things will never be the same.

So here is an opening to a book that I just kind of came up with on the spot, feel free to comment your opinion!:

I open my eyes, and I'm immediately overwhelmed with confusion. I look around, and all I can see is nature. "Wha... What's going on?!" I whisper to myself as I sit up. I rub my head, which seems to be in severe pain and I don't know why. A blurry image quickly comes into view. "Who are you? How did you get here?" A soft, deep voice asks me. "I.. I don't know... I just woke up and I'm here and I don't know what's going on." I panic, looking all around. My eyes settle on a boy. And when I say boy, I mean a 16-18 year old that has black hair and icy blue eyes, and of a tall, lean build. He offers me his hand, and I take it. "I'm Winslow." He smiles a flashy grin at me. "I'm... uh..." my voice is quivering. "I'm Tamora. Can you tell me where I am and what's happened to me?" I look him in the eye. "Ah, yes. Don't worry... we've all been through this. Just follow and trust me with your life." Winslow replies. Trust him with my life? I somehow find it hard to trust someone I only just met with my life. But what choice do I have? "Okay." Is all I say. He smiles. "Don't forget your sword." He point to the shiny, medieval item that lies on the ground. "Uh..." I pick it up, almost falling over at the weight. "You'll get used to it." He chuckles at me. "Now follow me!" He begins slashing through vines and branches with his own sword to create a path. "So where am I, exactly?" I ask, as I look around in wonderment. "I like to call it Dagamarth."