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[h3][color=f7976a]Harley Whitfield[/color][/h3]
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For a moment or so, my eyes flicker away, and my attention is drawn from the slumbering few to the tree once more.  It is then that I notice among the vibrant colored apples and thick, sprawling branches...there are pieces of paper strung up by threads of twine, not just any pieces of paper...but...letters, notes of some sort.  Yet, the tree is too tall for me to climb, and I'm not that very athletic.  Art students don't really need a gym credit to graduate anyways.

[color=f7976a][i]How on earth did I even get here?[/i][/color]  I wonder quietly to myself, pacing back and forth between the well and the tree fiddling with a few stray locks of my hair, messy and unkempt.  [color=f7976a][i]Think Harley.  There had to be something, someone who brought you here.  Surely you've seen their face.[/i][/color]  It is then I close my eyes, beginning an internal scan of all my memories.  I remember who I am, Harley Whitfield, a high school student, age seventeen.  I live with my family on a small ranch in the countryside of Hereford.  Two days ago, I submitted a painting in for my art project.  I remember, because it was the first time I worked with acrylic paints.  It turned out alright honestly, but....yesterday....it's as though it never existed.  The more and more I try to think upon it, the more it continues to elude me, nothing, a blank space within the tapestry of my recollections, a missing thread...the piece to this confounding puzzle set before me.  [color=f7976a][i]This is too weird...[/i][/color]

[color=8493ca]"Hi there!"[/color]

I jump at the voice, jettisoned from my bewilderment as a brief but audible yelp bursts from my lungs, quickly my hands reaching to cover my mouth while my cheeks redden scarlet.  My God...it's one of them.  I turn to face him slowly, a boy, perhaps a bit older than me, in a gray hoodie and wearing glasses.

[color=8493ca]"Do you know where this is?"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Ah...n-no I don't."[/color]  Nervously I answer him, carefully my hands retreating to my sides and ruffling the hem of my [url=http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/69upvw-i.jpg]dark red and black flannel[/url].  [color=f7976a]"I was hoping you would know.  Who are you?"[/color]

It is then behind him I discover an opening of some kind, a path leading out of the clearing into who knows where, a path much like the mysterious and lovely clearing, being that all sides are flanked by the towering hedges.  I wonder...is this some sort of garden?  Well obviously, but there's a word that keeps repeating in the back of my mind.  I've seen this before...

[i][color=f7976a]...Labyrinth...[/color][/i]