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Saturday, 2 February 2013
Voices from a distant place posted at 07:10
It is currently 1.43am. I am lying in bed, supposed to be sleeping to wake up early tomorrow but obviously I am not. At around 1.40am I suddenly decided to check on this dormant (dormant because I refuse to call it extinct or dead) blog. Today, I want to tell you guys a story (all the other bloggers are doing it) about what happened after school this Friday. I was sitting in my last class of the week (a very short week seeing as school had only just started on Wednesday) Modern History. I've already forgotten what the teacher was talking about because I was so damn sleepy. Sometimes I wonder what the teacher would do if I just rested my head on the table and fell asleep. Anyhow, the bell had rung and I packed up my things to go home. When I exited the school, one of my friends was already outside waiting for people to take the train home. I didn't take the train that day because I thought walking home would give me much needed exercise and also wake me up because I didn't want to take a nap that day. To get to my house I have to first walk through a busy part of the suburb and then a half busy part. Half busy because on one side of the path is a highway and on the other side is a wildly growing forest. In some parts it's so wildy grown that I have to move to the side to avoid the twigs growing over the path. Everytime my mum walk on that path she complains about it being too dangerous. I sort of like it though because I can pretend that I'm in someone living in the middle ages walking through a forest path to get to a castle or something...hahhaha. So I was walking walking walking...walking walking walking...walking walking walking on this little path when I heard someone call out. This is pretty normal seeing as there are always randoms calling out from cars racing by on the highway. I guess a lonely girl walking home from school must be pretty fun to call out to. Hmmm. hohoho I looked at the cars racing by to my right. Then I heard the call again which was strange because the highway is pretty busy and I was sure no car could've driven slow enough to call out again. Then I heard it again. It was a woman (could've been old or young, couldn't really tell)voice but I couldn't tell what she was saying. Thinking about it now at 2.01am is pretty creepy but back then I wasn't scared. I mean it was broad daylight and there were cars zooming past me. Not really a good soundtrack to set up a creepy atmosphere. I looked into the left, into the forest but I didn't see anything except trees and trees and more trees. Hmmm...when I got home, I told my mum and she told me that it was probably just someone playing a trick on me or roadworkers or something. O well. I am really tired after telling that extremely captivating and incredibly undull story and I will go to sleep now. Goodnight, dear world. Please teach me patience, tenacity and kindness. Love, Tinker |
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