So, here's what happened last time:

   I don't know what happened last night. Everything was fine. I wasn't drinking any alcohol, I don't do drugs, and I was definitely safe at home. But what was it that happened? Maybe I'm just in a dream, I thought. Maybe, it'll just go away. But, it didn't. I was still there. I got up off my two feet, and started walking around. The people were nice, they were all friendly. Someone offered me a blanket to keep me warm when it got cold at night. Then, someone offered me a piece of chicken (or at least that's what I thought it was; everything tastes like chicken). I tried to talk to the people, but they didn't respond. All I wanted to know, is how I ended up in China.



And now, chapter 1, "The Twist".


    I had enough of this. How did I end up here?
"Can someone just help me?" I shouted. And all of a sudden, an old man walked out of the tent.

"Yes, I can help you," he said.

"Well, that's good."

"Come on," he said, "I'll take you to my tent. We can talk." The old man gestured at me, and I moved along. People were staring at me, but I just chose to leave it alone. We got to the tent, and the man pulled up the zipper. He got in first, and then I was able to climb in.

"So, tell me, young man. What is your name?" the old man asked.

"My name is Todd."

"Todd. Hmm," he said. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Pleasonton, Kansas," I said.

"Never heard of it," he said.

"It's in America. It's nothing much, bu-" I replied.

"Woah, woah, woah." The old man had interrupted me. "Are you trying to tell me that you're American?"

"Yes," I said, awkwardly, "because I am."

"So how'd you end up here?"

"Ah, that's the twist," I said. "I don't think anyone really knows."

"Oh, okay. I see," the old man said.

"Alright, sir, I think I'll be going now," I said.

"But you need somewhere to sleep tonight," he said. "I have a spare bed for guests that come over."

"Oh, thank you so much! I don't know how I can ever repay you!"

"Don't," the man said. "You might not get to."


   I walked out of the tent a little surprised and started to head near the fields. There were children who were playing some sort of ball game - I guess whoever could throw the ball the without it going into the pond close by wins. There were three or so children playing. It looked fun. The first few children had thrown, and they had thrown their balls pretty far! Then, there was the last boy. He was smaller than the other boys and girls. He threw it, and it didn't go so far. The ball was still very close to him. The other children started to laugh at him, and the boy started to cry. I rushed over to him.

   I didn't know if this boy understood any English, but it was worth a shot.
"Throw," I told him. "Throw." Magically, the boy understood and threw the ball. It went the same distance as last time.
"Oh," I said, "I think I know your problem. It's your stance, your position! Here, let me move you up a little bit." I started moving the kid's arms and legs like an action figure. I picked up the ball, and said, "Throw."
   And he got ready, he threw it, and boy, did it go far.

zanderlex : Here's another story of mine.

Wait.. I'm so confused by your last post.  Do you mean to tell me that's the end of it?  But... but what's the point in the whole story?  Surely there's more, since you said "Chapter 1"?

And are you REALLY 11 years old?  O.o You write magnificently and better than many adults here on vizzed.  You must have an amazing education... kudos to your teachers!  You express yourself very well; keep at it!

Singelli : Mindwarp is the only story that I'm working on. I want to make several more chapters. Chapter 2 might be out today or tomorrow! Undefined was the story that I'm not working on. And yes, I really am 11 years old. My parents and teachers told me several times that I'm a gifted student. My education is okay. I think it might've had something to do with those Brainy Baby DVDs. My friends think I'm amazing because I am smart, I can tell jokes (Little Jonny, they aren't going to be on here any time soon), I can fix their phone (software), have a rap battle, trick people into doing crazy things, help out with Vine, and lots of things! I was a global admin on a 3DS site, I used HTML, XML (I'm really good at that), and CSS. I also worked on WML. I taught myself some basic piano songs by memory (I don't read sheet music). I knew all the presidents when I was five. And now, the shocker. For two years now, I have been invited to Washington DC for the Junior National Young Leaders Conference (or something like that). I haven't gone yet, but planning to go this year! I got a 100 as my final grade in Math last year, I am in distinguished honor roll (get all of your grades higher than 92), and I'm the 6th grade student council president. I have also been in the gifted program since I was first allowed to be in. I have a child IQ of 130, and an adult IQ of 99. My teachers haven't helped me as much as my parents. My teachers helped me with my writing for sure, but my teachers have been saying since first grade that I have creative abilities. So, yeah. Mind blown?