Here I am, again, in this crazy world where everything people say, and do, I can't understand. But I'm going to try to, again. This time, in a more extreme manner.
I took a seat at my desk in my small room. All I had was a desk, tall enough so that I could sit on the floor to do homework on top of it, and the rest of the room was empty. White walls, white floor. I mean, unless you count the chain on my leg. I can't move away from this desk more than 4 feet around. Which is okay, I guess, because I can at least walk around in circles for exercise. Even if I could move farther awat the door is locked. My entire world in here, for now. Well, I mean, there's a book in front of me though, and paper, and a pen and pencil. I'm quite bored of this place, so I finally decide to look in the book.
I don't know why I was so hesitant in opening it. Maybe I thought I died and this book would be full of my sins, or a list of people I killed-- just kidding, I wouldn't kill anyone. I mean, unless I was promised super powers if I did.
Anyways it's a white old book. The pages are turning yellow. There are little activities inside. Symbols I don't understand and words that I do understand. I wondered if I had to complete them to get out of here. Heck, I'm not quite sure how I even got in here.
In fact, all I remember is some faded images of these symbols, on lights signs, on TV, and more. But the memories are fleeting. I don't remember faces or words people spoke, or even people that I believe I should know, like a mom, dad, siblings, or even friends. Did I have friends? I don't know.
But there really isn't anything to do in this room other than fill out this book. And I'm not one that would scream and yell for help, even given in this situation. I mean, it's not like my life is in danger or anything. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Whatever. I'm going to figure out whatever this book is.