There was a storm warning in the area, Life hated loud noises. It wasn't that thunder or lightning scared him, he just didn't like the loud banging and crashing. As though whatever gods may be were furious.

He actually left school early because of the storm, he wasn't going to get caught out in the rain, yet another thing he hated. But it was more love hate, he enjoyed the peace and quite of the rain, the soothing scent of the forest lifting from the damp leaves. It was rather late when he got home, even though he left early the trip home was longer than he thought today. He opened the door and his 'family' was already off to bed. The storm came, and it stayed. With each thunderous roar came more and more frustration. He finally fell asleep, the storm had relocated, perhaps it would come back? He was almost in a deep sleep when a loud crash came knocking through the house, the painting just above the headboard of his bed was barely balancing on nails holding it. It slipped, tilting an falling over onto Life. The beautiful castle-like oil painting of a school came tumbling over him. Suddenly the storm had vanished, as did his room. And with it, the world that was once around him. He was in another world. He looked around, 

was in the painting? It seemed so. He wondered what would become of him. And of his old world.