CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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Charles did not know his way around the new school, but he wasn't too worried about it. He was excited, in fact. He loved how the new school looked. The shapes. The layout. The underground car park. So modern. He walked into the massive entrance hall. There was a display showing the history of the school, how it had looked when Charles had been there in the past (before summer, of course) and how it looked now. Very informative.
"Hey, if you need anyone to show you around, I'll do it," said one of his old classmates. He hadn't talked to him for so long, which was strange. He suddenly remembered seeing him about last year. So it hadn't been that long. This wasn't really one of his best friends, in fact. But Charles remembered when his dad had died, this boy had come up to him and said if he needed anything he'd be there for him. It had always stuck with Charles.
"Thanks!" said Charles. "I think I've got it!" He checked his timetable. He had a class right now! He hurried up the concrete ramp towards the classroom. Weird that they had a big concrete ramp indoors. And there were cars driving around below, but he didn't think about that because he was at the huge openplan classroom. He sat down next to his best friend who smiled at him. Charles remembered one time he'd had a dream where he'd made out with that friend. It was weird, since he wasn't attracted to him. Or was he? He wasn't sure anymore. He looked around for girls but there didn't seem to be any in class.
"And remember, history is full of winners AND losers," said the teacher and everyone nodded, understanding. Oh, there was a girl. She had nice legs. Why was she wearing leather trousers though? She'd get in trouble!
"What have you got next?" asked his friend.
"Media studies!" said Charles, checking his timetable. It read "watching Star Wars!" under "media studies." He was excited about tht.
He arrived at the screening room. Classroom. Star Wars was already playing. Luke was swinging his lightsaber at Unicron. There was a train flying through space behind them. Charles was in that train, for a moment, but then he was back in school. It was lunchtime. The lunchroom looked kind of like a train. All his friends were around him, even ones he only knew from the internet. He was happy.
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What was he doing in bed? He was going to be late for Media Studies. Wait he'd already been at that class. He remembered riding the train around Unicron. A normal lesson. But why was he in bed? Was it the next day? Was it Saturday? Did he have to get up? He was none the wiser, looking at the clock. And...why was he in the wrong bed? This wasn't the bed he slept in when he was at school. This was...later.
Oh no.
He was Charles. He was Charles. He had friends. He went to school. He remebered it so clearly, the new school. The shapes, the layout, the ramp, the cars driving about the hallways. It had to be real. It was so real. So bright, so complicated. It was a real place. He couldn't have made it up in his mind...
And even as he thought that, fought against reality, he knew. He could feel the details of his life coming back...
No no no he was Charles he was Charles it had been real he remembered eating that pizza in the lunchroom it had tasted like...like...what...
No.
He remembered having a heart attack in the garden before that. Before he was in school. But...he was in bed. Not the garden. That had been part of the draem too.
He had been dreaming for years then? No. He'd just gone to bed three hours ago. This had all been...a dream.
He wans't Charles.
He was Horse.
He'd always be Horse.
"No," he said out loud. "FUCKING NO."
He was Charles Horse, not Charles, never just Charles, he'd always be Charles Horse wholly Charles Horse.
He shut his eyes, wanting to be back, even if it wasn't real.
He could feel it. The feel of the school he'd dreamed up. The faces of his friends. Smiling. Happy to see him.
"But nobody's ever happy to see Charles Horse," he said to himself and madly began to eat his pillow. "NOBODY."
He didn't eat very much of it because it definitely didn't taste like the pizza.
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Charles did not know his way around the new school, but he wasn't too worried about it. He was excited, in fact. He loved how the new school looked. The shapes. The layout. The underground car park. So modern. He walked into the massive entrance hall. There was a display showing the history of the school, how it had looked when Charles had been there in the past (before summer, of course) and how it looked now. Very informative.
"Hey, if you need anyone to show you around, I'll do it," said one of his old classmates. He hadn't talked to him for so long, which was strange. He suddenly remembered seeing him about last year. So it hadn't been that long. This wasn't really one of his best friends, in fact. But Charles remembered when his dad had died, this boy had come up to him and said if he needed anything he'd be there for him. It had always stuck with Charles.
"Thanks!" said Charles. "I think I've got it!" He checked his timetable. He had a class right now! He hurried up the concrete ramp towards the classroom. Weird that they had a big concrete ramp indoors. And there were cars driving around below, but he didn't think about that because he was at the huge openplan classroom. He sat down next to his best friend who smiled at him. Charles remembered one time he'd had a dream where he'd made out with that friend. It was weird, since he wasn't attracted to him. Or was he? He wasn't sure anymore. He looked around for girls but there didn't seem to be any in class.
"And remember, history is full of winners AND losers," said the teacher and everyone nodded, understanding. Oh, there was a girl. She had nice legs. Why was she wearing leather trousers though? She'd get in trouble!
"What have you got next?" asked his friend.
"Media studies!" said Charles, checking his timetable. It read "watching Star Wars!" under "media studies." He was excited about tht.
He arrived at the screening room. Classroom. Star Wars was already playing. Luke was swinging his lightsaber at Unicron. There was a train flying through space behind them. Charles was in that train, for a moment, but then he was back in school. It was lunchtime. The lunchroom looked kind of like a train. All his friends were around him, even ones he only knew from the internet. He was happy.
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What was he doing in bed? He was going to be late for Media Studies. Wait he'd already been at that class. He remembered riding the train around Unicron. A normal lesson. But why was he in bed? Was it the next day? Was it Saturday? Did he have to get up? He was none the wiser, looking at the clock. And...why was he in the wrong bed? This wasn't the bed he slept in when he was at school. This was...later.
Oh no.
He was Charles. He was Charles. He had friends. He went to school. He remebered it so clearly, the new school. The shapes, the layout, the ramp, the cars driving about the hallways. It had to be real. It was so real. So bright, so complicated. It was a real place. He couldn't have made it up in his mind...
And even as he thought that, fought against reality, he knew. He could feel the details of his life coming back...
No no no he was Charles he was Charles it had been real he remembered eating that pizza in the lunchroom it had tasted like...like...what...
No.
He remembered having a heart attack in the garden before that. Before he was in school. But...he was in bed. Not the garden. That had been part of the draem too.
He had been dreaming for years then? No. He'd just gone to bed three hours ago. This had all been...a dream.
He wans't Charles.
He was Horse.
He'd always be Horse.
"No," he said out loud. "FUCKING NO."
He was Charles Horse, not Charles, never just Charles, he'd always be Charles Horse wholly Charles Horse.
He shut his eyes, wanting to be back, even if it wasn't real.
He could feel it. The feel of the school he'd dreamed up. The faces of his friends. Smiling. Happy to see him.
"But nobody's ever happy to see Charles Horse," he said to himself and madly began to eat his pillow. "NOBODY."
He didn't eat very much of it because it definitely didn't taste like the pizza.
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