Right now, it’s too dangerous to go outside. Well, for people like me it is. I realized this far too late because I didn’t know a thing about what was going on. I heard strange thing about “contracts” and “signatures” later on, but at first I didn’t have a clue about what was going on. not until I was sucked into this strange world. Not until it happened.
It was early morning when Keith Harris woke to the felling of the ground shaking. An earthquake. He was used to it having lived in Baywood all of his life. Earthquakes came and went like tourists when they realized how wack Baywood was. A lot of crazy things happened, and, for citizens, wacky was the new norm.
Keith groaned and mumbled to himself as he sat up, the ground steadied once again. He yawned and stretched as he looked at his glowing digital clock. Only four in the morning and he was already up.
“Stupid earthquake.” he muttered, turning his bedside lamp on and getting out of bed. “I’m up now. Might as well go for a jog.”
He yawned again as he wiped his eyes trying to get rid of his sleepiness. Keith loved to jog and sprint and skip and jump. He enjoyed the idea of staying active because he felt that sports and being athletic was his life. Though, he never committed himself to anything but track. Running, no moving in general, cleared his mind. He felt at ease when his legs were moving, his heart pounding.
So, when he put on his sweats and tank top, he just expected a good jog.
Keith was a normal eighteen year old in his senior year of high school. Like normal kids his age, he was too busy worrying about what college he would attend the next year, or what career was right for him. As he jogged, music blaring in his ear, he thought of these things.
His parents died when he was young. Keith had been taken in by his paternal grandparents and as soon as he turned fourteen, he was shipped away to a boarding school. Life had sucked then, and it still did. He had no friends, no fun, no life. To others, he was a loner. A weird jock who ran for the track team. And he had learned to live with that. It was something Keith had taught himself to deal with. To accept with open arms.
“I am such a push over.” Keith whispered in the cool night air. it was almost time for fall, but sometimes it felt near winter. “I’m a loser.”
Maybe if he hadn’t been thinking about this, maybe he would have watched where he was going. Then he wouldn’t have crossed the street while the light was green. He would’ve never had gotten mixed in with the craziness that was even wackier than Baywood.
“Look out!” came a female’s voice. Keith looked up to see the blinding lights of a truck, and he froze. He closed his eyes and waited. For the pain. But, it never came. “Thank God I made it in time.” Keith opened his eyes and saw the face of a girl that appeared to be several years younger than him. She had the strangest colored hair, a sliver white, and creepy purple eyes. She smiled when he looked in her eyes. “You okay?”
“H-how did I get over here?” Keith was bewildered as he stood.
“I teleported you over here, silly.” the girl giggled nonchalantly as she took a step back. She seemed to look him over, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Oh, you teleported me.” Keith chuckled nervously. “That makes sense.” It took a moment for him to fully process what she had said. A moment of silence followed. “Wait?!! What?!!”