I guess I should address myself. While I would like to, I can not. I don’t know who I am in the first place. I woke up In a wood, lying on a floor. I appear to be a 13 year old boy. I was wearing a black shirt with a bald eagle on it, and some white jeans. Still am, I guess. I immediately got up and looked around, clueless. I stood there for a minute, before feeling something in my jeans. It was an acorn. I got a wad of bills out of my pocket, too.
I had about $58. Still thinking to myself, I put them back. I walked in a direction, hoping to get out. I started jogging toward that direction, already concluding I had amnesia. You would have to be an idiot not to realize that, I just realized, but, I’m using a pen. Anyway, I kept jogging, until I tripped. Angry, I turned around on the floor to see a journal, like the one’s in school, and a grey jacket. I decided to take them. If that seems selfish, then, I know. I am a jerk.
Anyway, there was about four pens in the jacket, as well as a voice recorder. I pressed play, and there was something even more confusing than waking up in the middle of the woods, apparently making a dirt angel. “Go to the Airplane. The password is “The kitten will attack soon.” The reply should be “Prepare for the explosion.” Then take Flight #3.” The hell?
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