A Revolutionary Change, ch 1-2

Chapter 1:

John was not a fan of history. And that was doubly so for history class. Every day, from 1:00pm to 2:00pm, John sat in class, staring at the clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Slowly, painfully ticking. This was another one of those days. Another slow, painful hour of his life wasted. John blankly stared at the whiteboard as his teacher rambled on. John found that staring at the board was a good way to avoid being called on. It was the students that didn’t at least make a small effort to look like they were paying attention that the teacher would always call on.

John’s mind wandered to home, to his Playstation patiently waiting for him. To his mother, preparing him an afterschool snack. To a weekend of nothing but hanging out with friends at the mall. His eyes grew weary. John couldn’t stop himself from blinking over and over. His mind slipped away as he struggled to stay upright. His eyes stayed closed for longer and longer. The last thing he heard before drifting off was his teacher rambling some nonsense about the Revolutionary War.

John felt like he was floating, drifting about in vast and infinite darkness. His eyes clenched firmly shut, he didn’t even care enough to try and open them. In fact, he seemingly didn’t care about anything at all. He felt so free, so at peace. His body was like a liquid, drifting and stretching, unrestrained and morphing. A warmth coated him, a comforting warmth like a blanket or bath. John wished he could never leave this realm of bliss. But in that warm embrace, he heard a distant voice.

“Joane…”

It started out soft, but slowly grew louder.

“Joane…. Joane…”

Louder and louder and louder!

“Joane… Joane! JOANE!!!”

John’s eyes shot open. The first thing to meet his sight was a brown wooden roof, completely foreign to his classroom. He tilted his head from side to side, trying to to understand his surroundings. He appeared to be lying in a bed. His surroundings seemed foreign to him. a wood-walled room, with wooden roof and floor. a small dresser in the corner of the room, with a hand mirror lying atop it and a window with light shining in.