Thursday, July 15, 2004

   The book...
Hey i am writing a book, Here is ch. 1.


When Travis Sanyoung wakes up in the morning, he would prepare himself for a day at Beachmave High teaching a bunch of ruly teenagers but that morning Travis did wake up in his bed. Instead, he woke up in a Hotel room. At first, he thought he was in a dream, and then he remembers why he was there.
He looked over to the clock. It blinked 4:37.
“The electricity must have gone out during the night.” Travis mumbled to himself.
The phone then rang; Travis answered it and heard a voice on the other line. It was the receptionist.
“It is now 4:00 am didn’t you schedule a wake-up call for 4 am, Mr. Sanyoung?” Asked the receptionist.
“Yes… Yes I did. Umm, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, have a good day. Bye”
“Oh, umm; did the electricity go out last night?’
“Yes, it did. How did you know?”
“The digital clock in my room is blinking.”
“Oh, ok then we will fix it as soon as we can. IS that all”
“Yes, it is all. Thank you.”
“Very well, have a good day. Bye.”
“Bye”
He was too late; the dial tone was already there. He went into the shower. The cold water went on him without a warning; he took it in with a smile. After a while, he became wide-awake and alert.
He walked out of the shower and dressed himself. For the day, he choose to wear a green polo shirt with a tan pant.
He looked at the clock; it said 4:26.
“Oh they fixed it,” mumbled Travis “wonder how”
Tired but, with enthusiasm, he walked out of the hotel room to the hallway. There he confronted the bellhop, the bellhop was carrying three or four, Travis was not sure which, bags.
“Good morning, sir.” Said the bellhop. “You are up early.”
“Yeah, got something to do today.” Replied Travis.
“Well, you have a good day now.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Travis walked down the hall to the elevator only to find that it was broken. He then went down the stairs. As he was going down, he met a maid who was straining to handle the cleaning supplies that she was supposed to carry up the stairs.
“Do you need some help, Miss?” asked Travis.
“Oh yes, I need a lot of help.” Replied the maid. “Would you mind grabbing that end?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
He walked to the other side of the cart and lifted it. Both, the maid and Travis, carried the basket up the flight of stairs to the top floor.
“Thank you, sir.” Said the maid once the cart was at the top floor. “Could you stay with me until I am done with my day?”
“Oh sorry but, I have to go somewhere.” Replied Travis. “I’ll tell you one thing. I never knew maids worked at 4 in the morning.”
“Oh, I had to clean a room that I couldn’t clean yesterday. Oh, by the way Good luck to whatever you are planning to do.”
“Thank You. Have a good day.”
“Oh, you too.”
“Travis walked down the stairs to the first floor. Once he walked out of the stairways, he was confronted with bright light coming from everywhere. He blinked and shaded his eyes, trying to see beyond him. He looked around and wondered where the light was coming from. He walked forward then, the lights faded away. He turned around and saw the stairway being illuminated by the lights that blinded him.
He walked to the front entrance and stopped by the front desk to pay a visit the woman who called him that morning.
“Good Morning. How are you doing?” asked Travis “I was just wondering how did you fix my clock in my room 654, when no one came into the room.”
“Oh, we don’t need to go into your room to fix the clock. We can fix it from down here.” replied the woman.
“Oh, cool. Thanks. Have a good day.”
“You too.”
Travis walked out of the exit and shouted for a Taxi, immediately one came up to him.
“Where to.” Said the taxi driver as Travis was coming inside.
“ABC news station, please.” Said Travis
“Ooo, what going on ever there for you?”
“Interview.”
“You don’t look famous.”
“It is a long story.”
“What time is your interview?”
“Around 7:30.”
“On ABC news right.”
“Yeah.”
“I might listen to it.”
“Cool.”
“Hmm.” The taxi driver looke up into the rearview mirror and looked at Travis. “Can you tell me a little bit about it?”
“How old are you?”
“58 and counting, sir. Why?”
“I am going to talk about something that happened two years before you were born.”
“The incident with the Devil?”
“Sorry, 3 years not 2.”
“What happened 3 years before I was born?”
“Water got her power.”
“Wha… Water, Who’s Water?
“You’ll see”
The taxi driver was curious to find out what does he really mean. He looked at Travis and studied his figure. Travis had blue eyes that looks as if he was a girl, with brown curly hair with some white showing neatly brushed, flat cheeks, and he looks as if he was in his early 70s.
The Taxi Driver turned right and pulled along side a building. The driver then said “Here we got, That’ll be $13. 58.”
“Here, Have a good day.” Said Travis, as he was handing 15 dollars to the driver. “Keep the change.” Travis then turned looked up the building of which he was going to enter.
A look around the place made him think; about a girl who came into his class 61 years before that day. She was quiet but she seemed to be respected by her peers. No one messed with her the entire year. He remembered her first word to him. It was “So you are the new hot science teacher that everyone was talking about?” She said it with knowledge and wisdom. She had always spoke with confidence and pride. She was so unique and different. No one matched her. When the girl said her first sentence to him, he laughed and in memory of her, he laughed now.
“So much has changed.” He thought to himself. “Ever since Hope helped destroyed the creature that the Devil created. God, there were only a thousand of the world who lived through that.”
Travis walked up the stairs to enter the glass building that is called “ABC news station.”

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