New story for you guys. Please give comments and vote for what will happen next... Hi. My name is Tony and I almost died 2 days ago. I never like telling the story, but you’re here. I have to tell you now. Be prepared to die of horror. Just Kidding. Its not that bad, but it happened to me. I puked twice and turned into dust . Literally. Lets go back in the past, to my least favorite day of the week: Monday. Coming home from a busy school day, I yawned and got smacked by the door. Nevermind. That was my rude sister, Jessica. “Get out of my room, Tony. Don’t scatter your trash on my floor.” said Jessica. “Mhmm.” I quickly scurried off and went into my own room. I stuffed some Pringles in my mouth as I did my Calculus homework. Time passed. 15min, 30min. 60min. I was almost done. As I relaxed on my bed, Jessica stuck a ball of gum in my hair. “Hey! What was that for? I have gel in my hair!” I said. “You left your gum-” said Jessica “You forgot to knock on my door!” I said. “pile in my bathroom, idiot.” said Jessica “Mom! Jessica’s being a jerk.” I screamed. “Shut up Tony. I was returning it to you.” said Jessica. She winked and slammed my door again. I shrugged, as I attempted to pull the gum out of my hair. I wondered, when is Phillip coming home? Phillip was my older brother, a senior in high school. He was the nicest kid I knew. Smart, intelligent, brilliant, fair. Not annoying and mean like my sister. He always knew what to do. I tried to remember the last night I was with him. Oh, yeah. He helped me study for my spanish exam. All those memories, I began to miss his presence. I needed his pep talks before football practice. I also need his help pulling out this gum wad. 30 min before football practice, Phillip still wasn’t home. I asked mother about Phillip. “Mom, when is Phillip coming-” “Tony! Did you finish your homework?” “Yes, but…” “Oh, you have football practice. Lets go!” So much for a helpful conversation from mom. Coach Dave gave us bruises, 30 pushups, and a headache. After practice, Dad picked me up and drove me home. “Hi Dad.” “Tony, how was football practice?” “Good. Where’s Phillip?” Dad and Mom stared at each other for a moment. “He-he at a friend’s house. Sleepover. They are studying for their SAT.” Immediately, I knew something was wrong. Dad’s tone sounded strange, but I kept my suspicions for later. “Okay. Goodnight.” “Goodnight Tony.” I had to figure it out. I pulled out my iPhone, and texted Phillip, as I leaned my head agaisnt my pillow. -Phillip where are you? Friend’s house? 5min, no response. 10min, nothing. Finally, 15min later, I got this strange text. -Don’t tell dad. Meet him at the school. He will help you. Hurry. Find it under the lamp. A bunch of questions popped up in my head. Who is ‘he’? Why the school? What is ‘it’? Why do I have to rush? What should I do? I knew something was strange. School was a block away from my house, I could walk there, but I needed to make a decision. Should I.. Sneak out of the house and look for Phillip. Stay at the house and be a coward. Part 2: https://empireminecraft.com/threads/the-reflection-in-bed-part-2-3.67302/
will u make a continuation of the story based on the votes from the poll ? please do not leave us on a cliff hanger
