My name is Yuri. I am 15 years old and I am writing this diary to keep track of all the things that have happened to me in the Past.
4th November 2005. Parralex Day: 25th Polanga 3160.
It was a simple Sunday morning. Just like any other really. The whining of my alarm clock at 7 o’clock. Telling me to get my lazy bum out of bed. The metal clunk of fresh toast popping up from a toaster then the sweet sound of spreading butter – let me rephrase that, smothering butter. Anyway, normal Sunday, no? No. Little did I know that this particular Sunday, 4th of November actually, was in no way special. Well it was normal to me. Until I met him.
I had just come home from school and my feet were throbbing. Neck burning with a sting and my eyes we’re as heavy as elephants. Yes, I go to crummy Sunday school. Anyway I took my shoes off and flung them into my shoe tub. Sat on the couch. And watched some TV. Nothing was on really. It was just advertisement city, what with Christmas coming up and all. I’m a total Scrooge at Christmas. Every year it’s the same deal. Clothes, Piles and piles of clothes. I don’t need clothes. I need a lighter, so I can BURN them. It’s really boring when you’re older at Christmas, people say you’ve ‘Matured’ when you haven’t done jack. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. The day I met him. My dad yelled through the door:
“Yuri! What’cha want for tea!?” Pfft. Like I’m going to know? I only just got through the bloody door! “Anything… That I like!” I replied not thinking. I was bored of TV. So I wondered what to do. Play on my DS? Go Outside? Yeah. I’ll go outside. I foolishly thought. I walked into the back room where I keep all my toys and things. Grabbed a ball. And dashed outside. Accidentally slamming the door on my way out. I went to the front of the garden because Mum keeps her flower bed at the back. The one that she says took 100 years to make. To be honest, I think that’s a load of- “Yuri! Tea!” My dad whaled as he interrupted my thoughts. So, came back in, threw the ball into the back room, sat on the chair, and ate my tea. It was spaghetti and sausages in tomato sauce. Call me crazy, but I like that kind of food. And it was the only thing my dad decently cooked. So after I had my tea, I grabbed my ball again and went back outside. Again, at the front of the garden. To be honest, it’s ok playing at the front, we have goal nets so it’s much easier to play and stuff. But, I accidentally kicked the ball too hard. It swung off the nets like a paddle paddling a ball, and then the worst thing ever happened. It flew straight into my mum’s flower bed… Boy was I in some serious trouble, but I wouldn’t if I went and got the ball right? No. It wouldn’t be alright. Going into that Flower bed changed my life forever. Well the actual flower bed didn’t change my life, no, that would be silly. It was what happened to me once it did what it did…
I cautiously crept across the garden, peering over to the kitchen window to see if my dad was watching. No-one in the window. Good. I crept across the garden more, wrecking my trainers in the gooey mushy mud. I can’t believe it. I wreck my trainers trying to get this stupid ball back, that’s in some random flower bed that my mum has ‘made’ in 100 years?! If you ask me, that is sweet karma there. Only it’s against me. Which I hated. I love karma usually because it’s the people who need to get what’s coming to them who get it. But in this particular situation, the person who needs it was me. Anyways, I was about half way there when a heard a small tap on the window. Oh no. it’s my dad definitely. I swiftly turned round, gazing up to the windowsill of the kitchen window. I nearly had a heart attack. It turns out it was just my cat knocking over my Mum’s stupid vase that I made her in year two. That will keep my dad occupied. Now back to the ball. I still crept cautiously in case my dad looked out the window to find me creeping like a spazmeroid over to my mum’s flowers. He’d wonder what the hell I was doing. Anyways, three quarters there and. I finally got there. I peered over the rainbow coloured poppies, red, yellow, white. It was sending my eyes funny. But the strange thing was where my ball was. The flower bed it’s self must’ve been about a mere meter long and about half a meter wide. Still, I ran round the flower bed like a dog running round its master’s feet and still. No ball. What the hell was going on? I thought to myself “Where is the ball? What on earth is going on? Should I step inside the flower bed? No. Mum would see I’d been in there. But where had the ball gone?” I finally made up my mind and thought, what’s the worst that could happen? I use that phrase a lot. It ends up me getting into a lot of trouble. But I just let it phase through me. Anyway, I looked to the window again, seeing if my dad was there; face red as a cherry because I was near my mum’s flowers. No dad. The coast was clear. I lifted my foot up like I was about to put my foot in for a song of Hokey-Kokey. And slowly let it down as slowly as possible. I crushed about 5 flowers, making a large imprint in the flowers. Then lifted my other foot like I was about to set off for a one hundred meter dash. Then slowly let it down again; making two huge imprints like two pairs of giant ears. I looked around to see if the ball was underneath the flowers, not moving from where I stood. Nope. No ball. Hmm… This was very, very weird. I let out a huge sigh as I covered my face with my chunky hands, rubbing my eyes, wondering what I was getting worked up for. I slid my hands down my face pulling my face along with it, like they do in the cartoons. Hmm. Oh well. I’ll get another ball. I lifted my foot up about an inch before I fell flat straight on my face crushing nearly every single flower in the flower bed. The flowers shot up like little feathers being thrown by kids, thinking they will float off into the unknown before floating back down gracefully and softly. I looked over towards my feet turning onto my back as I looked. Huh? There were vines wrapped round my feet like a tight bow on a Christmas present. They were thick and greasy with water, like they were freshly watered. They began to sink back into the flower bed, with me attached! I gripped the vines with all my might and pulled with what strength I had left. But it was no use, they kept pulling and pulling. I feel back onto my stomach and gripped the bare mud with my fingers, yelling a cry for help. The vines slowly dragged my feet into the ground, working their way up to my head. I thought it was the end. As my head was just about to be dragged in I let out the biggest cry for help I could shout, before holding my breath and sinking straight down into the dirt. I don’t know how long I held my breath, but when I couldn’t hold it any more I let out a huge exhale. Slowly opening my eyes, flat faced on the floor, I slowly groaned to myself as I pushed myself up with my hands. As I pushed myself up, I looked to the floor and it was solid concrete. I looked puzzled at it, and then I slowly lifted my head up. Then it slowly saw a blurred paw, I think it was, then I took a closer look and it WAS a paw! But the last thing I remembered was that I was being dragged into a flower bed? Without thinking about any of that I looked up some more to see what looked like a furry figure blocking what I think was a sun. My eyes came too and I took a closer look at the furry figure and it was… A polar bear? Yes, a polar bear. Wearing some sort of armour, dark navy armour with what looked like a gold trim around the edges of it. He was covered in it! From his neck to his paws. It was a polar bear in armour. I slowly took another glance at his figure; he was stood on his back paws stood upright like a normal human being. A human being coated in armour that is. Then slowly glanced to his torso where what looked like an emblem of his tribe or something. I then glanced to his front paws; they were crushed into a mean fist like some buff dude at a gym. I then glanced to his face. It was glistening with pure white hair, stunning cyan eyes and a small fringe of what appeared to be blonde hair just covering his eyes. His nose puffing warm steam because of the cold. He was staring at me fiercely baring his razor sharp, white teeth to me like I had killed the queen or something. His mouth slowly opened, was he going to speak to me? He then let out a small what appeared to be a growling noise.
“Huh?” I gave him a puzzled gaze as I raised my eyebrow. He then rolled his eyes and let out a small sigh. He slid his hand into a small pack on a utility belt which he had strapped around his waist. Pulling out two small devices, which appeared to be high-tech ear plugs or something. He slid them into my ears, me not stopping him. I felt a strange ringing noise as though a thousand phones were going off, me trying to pull out the small devices but they refused to come out, as if they were stuck. He then pulled back his arms to his side, letting out a small grin. He then slowly moved his mouth again as if he was going to talk to me. He drove the words into me like he was some sort of general for an army of some sort. “Outsider, you have been chosen to fulfil the prophecy of New Beginning. You must come with me.”