My Alternate First Day of School

Eating was the first thing that occured in my mind, as well as my stomach when I had the average wake up call from the alarm clock.

It's almost as if was reliving the same day over again. The paradox that I believed I was encapsulated in was the same average day that I go through each day.

I had opened the door to leave and the neighbour’s vehicle, which I had recalled to be white, was black; the skin on my hand was strangely rougher than its average smooth texture, and my school that is across the street was all painted bright yellow.

I had arrived at the usual time of 8:25, where I had been relieved to see the average faces I had seen on a daily basis but… they were different though, Seth's hair had been slicked back into a mullet; Will’s legs had grown to the point that his head had been touching the ceiling, and Jackson’s teeth were as black as the night sky.

Once I had left school, the world felt as if it was evolving into a forever changing maze of variations of my everyday experience at Blyth.

I woke up this morning to the very same situation, but this time I’m prepared to do it again.