1 Prologue

[A/N: Welcome old and new readers.

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I looked at the clock mounted on the wall.

'Class ends in fifteen minutes.'

At the start of the school year, when I was still a starry-eyed 12th grade new kid, I had looked forward to the part of Ms. Hargreaves' US History class where we'd start discussing the topic of feminism.

At the start I couldn't focus. I fidgeted, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, twirling pen around my fingers, or absent-mindedly staring at Ms. Hargreaves's ass as she wiped the whiteboard.

Now, towards the end of the lesson my eyes were restless too, darting to and fro from the clock above the board, to the windows, to Ms. Hargreaves' butt yet again, and back to my work. If anyone where to look at me now, I'd look like a crackhead suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

It wasn't that Ms. Hargreaves' lessons weren't interesting, it was the braindead brainwashed debates between the females in my class that got me tearing my hair out in agony.

'Ten minutes to three; five minutes left before class ends.'

They were animated, clearly excited to showcase their social media brand idea of what feminism was. I couldn't stand the corrupted words spewing out their mouths; I'd go crazy listening to their smooth brain arguments.

I could tell Ms. Hargreaves was also in a similar dilemma as me, from the well-concealed look of disgust hidden behind her smiling visage. She was the sort of teacher who tried to be friends with her students, the sort who went by "Ms. H" instead of Ms. Hargreaves.

She took great pride in her work, she had made it clear at the start of the academic year, and liked to give lots of group work so others could hang out with their friends in class.

I glanced over my shoulder. Selena Williams-Smith sat one row behind and two seats to my left. She saw me looking and smirked, her eyes narrowing, and I quickly turned my head way and lowered my eyes to my notebook.

I tried to ignore the bubbly, addicting feeling that danced in my stomach and filled my head with ectasy. I glanced up at the clock.

2:53 PM.

"Now people lets end this debate right here," Ms. Hargreaves said, her voice cracking slughtly at the word 'debate'.

"But fun time doesn't have to end here people, I want you to do your own research on feminism over the winter break. That is your homework over the holidays."

"Think about your favourite feminists and how they've impacted the world around you. When we come back I want to see a page and a half of work. The winners get to have 50 dollars to spend on whatever they want, outside school preferably, you hear?"

There were a series of "Yes, Ms. H!" followed by the classroom devolving into its primal chaotic state: binders snapping shut, textbooks and notebooks being slammed closed, chairs screeching, etc.

After all was done, the increasing crescendo of teenage conversations filled the class. A bunch of the popular girls in the class gathered around Ms. Hargreaves to chat. The nerds talked about nerdy stuff, the jocks about sporty stuff, the emos and loners just placed their head on their desks.

In my case, I just follwed the actions of the others, before stealing a glance at Selena talking with her friends. She was popular and gorgeous, like the stereotypical popular girls in movies were: She got thick thighs, flat stomach, narrow waist, nice rack and a shapely ass.

A lot of guys had a crush on her, me included, and she knew that. She loved to tease them, giving us winks or smirks and if any one was lucky, she'd flick her long elbow-length brown hair in their faces when she walked by.

It had happened to me once, and the smell of lavender had become my favourite smell ever since.

And it was due to this smell that my male urge to possess her was ignited. I wanted no man to have this privelage other than myself.

So I asked her out.

In secret of course, and we ended up dating, in secret. That was two days ago, and today was a special day.

The bell rang and Selena and I locked eyes. I was the first one out the door. I didn't run, but I moved at a decent pace as I headed down the stairwell to the ground floor and made my way to my car, a 2019 Matte Black Dodge Charger.

There were a couple dozen teenagers already out and about already; either making their way home, to their cars or simply waiting for their friends. I nervously watched the open double doors, feeling my heart jump every time a brown haired girl with similar outline to Selena walked out the school building.

After a while, as soon as most of the students had left, Selena walked out. She moved briskly, a tint of red on her cheeks. I smiled at the sight.

It seemed that I wasn't the only one this excited for what was to come. She opened the front door and let herself in. I locked the door soon after. Reclining on my seat. I exhaled slowly a deep sigh of relief. No one had caught us yet.

Only for Selena to take advantage of my vulnerability and assault me with a deep desperate kiss. I was surprised, not expecting her to miss PDA this much. We had only been official for 2 days!

But as my granny used to say, don't look the gift horse in the mouth, and so I quickly responded back. But before it got too heated I pried her face from mine, much to her annoyance.

"Selena we need to leave this place, it isn't safe. Let me take you to somewhere more private..." I paused, letting her mind fill in all the blanks

She bit her lip at the thought, before responding in a subdued tone.

"alright..."

I laughed a bit, before pulling out the parking lot and driving off.

[A few moments later]

I pulled over into an alleyway, and turned the engine off. Looking over to the side, seeing Selena smile before she grabbed me, climbing over from her seat to mine, straddling me.

In a heartbeat, our clothes were off as our breathing became hurried; our senses lost to lust and longing. Her grip on my hair and head was hard, as if trying to weld our faces into one. I savored the sweetness of her lips before responding eagerly, gripping her butt even harder.

A soft sensual moan escaped her. Her back bent, her eyes shut as she clamped her body against mine like a vice, her hips snapping up and down, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs, her belly and butt tense and quivering.

Before could recover, I rolled her back to the front passenger seat, preparing to slip it inside her. I can't be the only one enjoying themselves, can-

"HONK! HONK! Motherfucker!"

Crash!

I blacked out, only coming back to my senses due to the overwhelming pain. In the haze, I wondered as to why half of the world was suddenly black and the other tinted red.

Time seemed to slow down, so much so that I caught an impossibly clear glimpse of a white truck with a black tinted front windscreen, it's headlights shining brightly even though it was still light outside....

'Ah shit'

BAMP! SKR! SKRRR!

Our car tumbled along the alleyway. In the twisting and turning, I caught sight of Selena flying out the broken windshield and slamming into the walls nearby in a sickening crunch, leaving a long bloody brushstroke as she slid down the wall.

'There was no way she could have survived that' I thought deliriously in this time-slowed world.

After a while the car stopped tumbling and slid to a stop. At this point I couldn't feel anything below my waist but the blood pooling underneath me from my torn right arm, my steaming intestines strewn around me.

I died straight after.

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An inky blackness stretched out to the horizon and beyond, a vast emptiness devoid of all matter.

Here in this forgotten realm, nothing could be seen or felt; a void beyond comprehension.

Cra-ack!

As if defying the very laws of physics, the fabric of space began to splinter and fracture like glass, bending and folding into a hole.

A huge beam of prismatic light shot out of the void, before creating another hole in the inky reality. Kaleidoscopic fractals swirled and convulsed, they expanded and contracted along the edges of the gaping hole that had opened up in this lightless realm.

If one were to peer through this very hole in reality, they would see mysterious bubbles pulsing with otherworldly energy in uniform arrangement, stretching eternally into the distance.

From the other end of the hole, a prone grey soul could be seen floating steadily towards the other end, the prismatic light flooding the soul in its colourful radiance. In fact the radiance was so bountiful that soul was slowly mutating, also taking on the prismatic nature and hue of the light.

It was evident that this beam of light was in fact a gateway into another realm, another reality to be precise.

As the soul drew closer one could notice that in one of the infinite bubbles, a tree with infinite amounts of branches made from what seemed to be different shades of green energy seemed to just suddenly forming.

With the way the bubble was shaking, it seemed that the formation of the tree was quite catastrophic, as it was destabilizing the bubble, so much so that a small hole formed on the shimmering veil of its surface.

Almost immediately, the soul was ejected out the portal and shot towards and into this loophole. Once inside it, he encountered some sort of invisible resistance but its soul body ignored it and instead broke through and kept going.

Different dimensions appeared and disappeared as it broke through the layers.

Finally, it reached one of the green tendrils from the still forming tree made of green energy, and dived into it.