The world was normal. One minute I’m walking down the halls of my school, the next I’m waking up to see myself surrounded by overgrown green. The world was silent. I try to sit up, but my body refuses to move. I don’t remember anything that happened except seeing a bright light. A warm feeling enters my body and the scent of fresh air takes me to a new world. What is this place? My bones creak and my muscles groan but I ease my way off the ground. I grab a nearby rock to help stabilize myself. It feels like years since I’ve moved. The light makes me squint but I get a decent look at my surroundings and fear settles in. I know this room. It was the art room in my school. I was on my way to class when I saw that light. I look at the rock I grabbed and realize it’s not a rock, but a broken off piece of one of the tables in the room. I stumble backwards at the sight of all this. My feet lose their grip and I fall on the ground. This time it’s easier to stand up.