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The Nobodies

XxXDustyDustXxX · 2010-04-04T23:18:32Z

http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv87/NotAllPixieDustIsGolden/The%20Nobodies/TheNobodies.png Chapter One: I' Dead? No Way! Dead! You can't be serious? How can I be dead. Wait, but if I'm dead how come I'm still thinking. Surly dead people couldn't think because then the wouldn't be dead, right? Man when did my life turned upside down. I mean only the other day I was dealing with your average teenage life, hanging with friends, thinking of ways to get out of doing my homework. But just this evening I was being pulled out of a coffin by a coco skin women called Zaphirna who told me that I was the technically dead. How could you be technically dead? Either your dead or alive. She wasn't very talkative about what had happen and what was happening for a mater of fact. But she had assured me that everything would be explained when we reached this place called The Cytadell. What in the world is The Cytadell and who the hell where these people who had come along and dug me out of my grave. And another thing, how did they know that I was just 'technically dead' and not completely dead. Hopefully somebody will explain this to me soon or I think I'm going to lose my mind. So here I am now, sat in the back of a big Mercedes-Benz which to honest was travelling way faster than the speed limit. We must be going at least seventy, maybe even eighty miles an hour in a built up area. I guess this is what it must feel like to be on the Knight bus from Harry Potter, only I'm in a car, not a bus and there is definitely nothing magical about it. Or at least I don't think there is, as at the moment I'm not too sure about anything as apparently I'm supposed to be dead. So I'm currently in a state of confusion as I sit here being whizzed around though town not knowing really where I am going except that the placed we are headed for is called The Cytadell. Peering out the window everything is a blur, rushing past me without a second look. It's like nobody could see the car storming down the street, as if we aren't even here, like we don't even exist. It is a if we're ghost, nobodies, just passing by invisible to the human eye. To Be Continued....