Hi. My life was pretty boring. I did the same boring things every day. Nothing new. Your life is probably pretty boring too. Now that I’ve pitied myself enough, let’s talk about my new interesting life. It started on another uneventful, ordinary day. It was overcast, with no sun, and no blue sky. I was walking to school. As I walked along the empty sidewalk, I found a puddle. I pulled a penny out of my pocket and tossed it in. I wish my life was interesting for once! Little did I know, that in a few hours, my wish would come true.

A few minutes later, I approached my boring, plain old school. I wandered through the dim, noisy hallways, that were full of bullies. I avoided eye contact with them, but despite my efforts, Julian James walked up to me. “Hello, Punk,” he said. We stared at each other for a moment. Knowing I either ran or got beat up, I ran into the nearest boy’s bathroom, into a stall, and locked it tight. He must’ve lost me in the crowd of kids because I didn’t hear him enter the bathroom. As I caught my breath, I noticed a strange symbol carved into the wall of the stall. It looked like one of those weird lotus flowers. I just ignored it. Then, the toilet began to make a weird rumbling noise. It started to shake! Suspicious, I cautiously lifted the lid of the toilet, and a bright blue light came flooding out. The lid of the toilet slammed open. A weird, faraway voice inside the toilet said, “Flush……” Unaware of what I was doing, I reached for the toilet handle. That was all I remembered.

When I awoke, I was lying on my back in the middle of a large hayfield, and it was raining cats and dogs. Literally, cats and dogs. I had a golden retriever lying beside me, resting its head on my stomach. I sat up and looked around. There was nothing but fields as far as the eye could see. Exhausted, I laid back down and fell asleep. When I woke up, the golden retriever was licking my face. All the cats and dogs must have ventured off because the golden retriever was the only one left. “Good boy,” I said. I stood up and started walking in a direction that I thought was North. I honestly had no idea. This would be interesting. After about 20 minutes, I spotted an old farmer pulling a cart in the distance. Excited, I ran to greet them. It was an old lady without eyes. Instead, she had apples where her eyes should be. Creeped out, I took a step backward and then nervously said, “Hi. Do you know where I might find a telephone?” The lady feebly pointed to her right, where I saw a distant tall mountain. I thanked her and then walked towards the mountain. Well, that was weird, I thought.

I walked towards the mountain for about 3 hours until I finally came upon a quiet and rather gloomy town. One thing I noticed, was that it was still the same time of day as it was when I first set out to find a telephone. I knocked on the door of the first house I came to, which was a gray, small, and tidy little cottage. Nobody answered. I tried the door, just to see if it was unlocked, and found I was correct. I crept through the well-kept but gloomy cottage. It was pretty ordinary, nothing interesting to see. After a few minutes of wandering around, I finally found a telephone. I briskly typed in my mother’s number. After about 10 seconds somebody answered the phone. “911, what’s your emergency?” “What is happening!? Everything is messed up,” I screamed into the phone. I slammed the phone down and ran out of the house, just in time to see a tiny car pull up next to the front door.

An angry looking man got out of the car and started yelling at me, “May I ask what you are doing? This is my home and I prefer strangers not inside it without my permission.” I said I was very sorry and I quickly explained my situation. “I see. Hmm. Let’s go speak with the governor. He may have a way for you to get home.” We rode in silence to the governor’s house. When we finally arrived, I noticed a “Not Home” sign somebody had hammered into the front yard. Doubtful, I walked with the man to the front door. When the man knocked, the only response was a muffled, “Go away,” on the other side of the door. “Please, sir, we have urgent matters to attend to,” said the man. Finally, the governor opened the door. He was a middle aged man who had brown hair with streaks of white. He had a wrinkly face with saggy cheeks. He looked like a sad man with a sad life.

“What are these urgent matters you speak of? This better be good.” I explained my situation. The governor stared at me glumly. “Alright. I’ll help you get home,” the governor said. The man thanked the governor and then drove off. The governor said to me, “Alright, kid. There i an old gypsy who lives in the northern part of town. Let’s go talk to her.

The mayor and I drove off in his slightly larger car. After about half an hour, we arrived at an old covered wagon. An ancient old lady walked out of the wagon and said, “Greetings, visitors! How may I help you on this beautiful, magnificent day.” It was still the same time of day. Again, I explained my situation. “Ah! I might have just the trick!” She went back into her wagon and came back out with a jewel-encrusted ballpoint pen in her wrinkly hands. She drew a lotus flower on my hand, and I was transported back homes