So, hey guys. I'm not even sure if anyone is ever going to read this since... well, you'll find out. This blog is going to act as my daily account of what I have done each day in case we somehow find our way out of here or if there is somebody else like me out there. If there is, please contact me! It's only being a day but I am beginning to miss human contact. Even if there is no one out there I need someone at sometime in the future to know what happened if they ever find this site. Someone needs to record what this is like because it will never happen again (I hope). Anyway, you all probably have so many questions as to what the hell I am on about. Hopefully through my accounts you will learn. Of course, even I have no idea of what exactly happened and so you will know all that I know as I learn it. On to my day I guess.
So I woke up like any other Sunday. You know, clinging to the remaining weekend and dreading school on Monday. Of course, I did not technically have school until February (oh yeah, probably should have mentioned above that I'm in Australia) but you forget things immediately after you wake up. Anyway, I looked at the clock and it said it was only 6:43 in the morning. So, like most other teens, I groaned, rolled over, and went back to sleep. It wasn't until I woke up again that I had the first hint of something weird going on. When I did eventually wake up I looked at the clock and it still said 6:43 in the morning. I was a little confused at first but then I guess I just assumed that my clock had broken. I felt the time was right to slowly get out of bed just to see what the time was. When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see that the oven clock said 6:44am (yeah, our oven clock was always a little bit ahead of all the other clocks). Now I felt like something was weird. I rushed back to my room to check my phone. When I took it off stand-by mode it too said that it was only 6:43 in the morning.
I knew that I was too awake for it to be that early so I yelled out to my parents to see if they were awake. I didn't hear anything from them. Nothing too weird because they usually went out early on Sunday mornings to the markets (they never really brought anything, I think they just did it because they got in the habit). The weird part was that not only did I not hear anything back from my parents, I did not hear anything full stop. You're probably thinking "why didn't he think he was deaf" and my answer to you is that I had heard the noises that I had made just as I usually did. Somehow the rest of the world had stopped making noises. The trees were not rustling, the people not talking, the birds not tweeting and the cars not tooting. It was eerily quiet.
I had to investigate so I went outside and saw no movement anywhere. Of course, I did not see any people or living creatures anyway so I still had no idea what was going on. It wasn't until I continued walking to the main roads that I realised that something was... wrong (well, different to normal. Right now it does not feel so wrong, I'm actually kind of enjoying doing whatever I want right now). There were cars there but no one was moving. All the cars were just stopped. It wasn't like a traffic jam or anything as there were the regular irregular spaces between the cars as they drove along the road. As I peered in a few nothing seemed to be wrong, all the drivers and passengers seemed disinterested in anything other than what they were doing (driving, reading a book, yelling at the driver [you know, the usual]). It wasn't until the fourth car I looked in that I definitely knew something was wrong. The person inside had evidently been trying to drink a coffee but when whatever happened to make them stop happened they had been in the process of spilling said coffee. This coffee seemed to be frozen in mid-air. I'm not afraid to admit that this really freaked me out so I ran back home to the safety of my room.
In my room I finally had a chance to lie in my bed and mull this new information over. I had a few theories at the time but it was not until I looked at my watch and saw that even the second hand had stopped (at 6:43:13 if you were wondering) that I only had one theory left. This is the theory I am still currently sticking to. Basically, I think that for some reason time on Earth stopped at 6:43:13 am on Sunday the 14th of December 2014. For whatever reason I appeared to be the only person not affected by this 'time-stop' (don't judge the name because I'll probably use it a lot in my future journal entries). I hope that there are others like me somewhere because eventually I am going to get lonely. For now though, I was excited!
Of course, the first thing I do in this time-lock is raid the kitchen, pop a DVD and relax for the rest of the day. I guess I kinda wasted this day. Though I did decide to get out my laptop and start this blog. Even though the time had stopped I was still able to interact with things like laptops and television. I was always really happy that the power still worked. I hope it doesn't run out. I'll deal with that as it happens though, like many teens.
I hope someone out there is reading this. I don't want to be alone in this time-stop. I hope my other days will be more interesting than this one though. I guess I'll find some fun things to do. I wonder how long this time-stop will last.
Anyway, until next time, this is EF signing out :)
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