Chapter 1

Hello, dear readers. My name is Robin, and this blog will be a story. (How totally unexpected.) After the first one, story and non-story posts are separated. Those named “Chapter x” are story posts.

Although I am pretty good at English, it is not my first language. If you have any comments about spelling and grammar, please share them with me, it would be a great help. Suggestions about story lines etc. are also welcome.

And now, the story:

David stared at the window, wondering what could have been. He didn't look through the window, he was hardly aware what was going on outside. Instead, he looked at the window. If you have ever seen a window, you know how hard it is to look at it, and not at what's behind it. You try to focus on the glass, but your gaze falls right through it. But David did not have any problems with it. In fact, his only problem right now was his teacher. He was in a class room, and the teacher was not very happy with David staring at the window. She yelled at him, but he didn't seem to listen. She told him to leave, but he didn't react. She threatened him to summon Satan from the very depths of Hell and to sell him David's soul. As you may have suspected, David did not blink an eye. David popped up from his daydreams just after Mrs. Jones, as his teacher was called, began to cry. He heard his classmates cheer, for she was a substitute teacher, and they didn't like her very much. Some even stood up and applauded. They were all shouting his name and congratulating him…

And then he heard someone else calling his name. The class faded. David woke up. He didn't know were he was and started looking around. Then it slowly daunted on him: Mrs. Jones was no longer his teacher, the class was no longer his, and he had never, ever, stared at a window. He did have the whole class applauding and cheering at him once, though.

The only question left was where he was.