Strange Place

Strange Place

by Leighton Jappa

The sun is beaming and beautiful. This place is strange, but often nice. I still am lost on how to do lots of stuff here, but I will learn over time. This place is really strange, more than normal, but we’ll get to that in a second. I saw this guy on the streets. He looked really frightened, but I gave him a couple of dollars and kept it pushing. Maybe he’s just a little shook because of the storm that came through. He probably just wasn’t ready for it.

Now that I think about it, I have no more friends. I left them all when I moved here, but there’s always phone calls, right? Hopefully I don’t end up a social outcast because I can’t find any people to talk to or stay cooped up in my house. Speaking of being cooped up in the house, I’m gonna go out and go for a walk to see if I can study the area. I wonder what people do for fun around here. I have all these questions, but no answers whatsoever. Maybe I’ll be able to meet somebody that can show me around or I can find a town map or something. I return home, eat and clean then get on my computer to do some research on this new place I moved to. Weirdly, I can’t find anything on this place besides the same old raggedy town map that I can’t use because it’s sooo old.

Now I’m gonna tell you about me. My name is Jace Blackwell and I’m gonna tell you some things about me so you can get to know me better. I like the colors black and red. My hobbies are video games and culinary arts. I like to cook, mainly because it also allows me to have alone time with myself and focus on something I really enjoy doing. Things I don’t enjoy are shopping. It always ends in weird encounters or something like that. But isn’t it funny that I like to cook, but don’t like going to the store to get the supplies? You could even call it lazy in a way. Some character traits I possess are calm, caring, mature, loving, lovable and generous. I like to help people whenever I can. I don’t enjoy watching people suffer because that’s just so wrong. Another thing about me is I’m very jumpy which means I get scared very easily. It could be a random loud noise and I’ll probably start running, so I’m usually very cautious about my surroundings.

That’s what’s different now after coming here. I’ve let my guard down. I have not been cautious just because this place is really beautiful

looking. Week one—I’m about a week into being in “Smallville.” I just recently learned the name of this place and I’m just finding out in a couple of days there will be our first sort of snow storm. And since that’s gonna happen, I’ll have to be ready to stay inside.

So today I’ll start my day by going shopping and getting the things that I’ll need to get me through the day. Today was the day the snowstorm hit. I proceeded to stay inside, but it’s a little more complicated after that. It gets late. The snowstorm starts to hit and we’re an hour in. The snow is nice in a way, but then I started hearing a loud banging noise and it sounds like metal hitting metal. This is when I started getting concerned. I go outside to check on what’s going on and I feel a hard thump smack me in the back of my head. So me being the scaredy-cat I am, I ran inside and checked what had happened. Turns out there was nothing wrong with me. So I go outside once again and look up and see things falling from the sky. I look down and see a whole bunch of quarters. Turns out IT WAS LITERALLY RAINING QUARTERS! Remember when I said this place is strange? This is EXACTLY what I meant, but it only goes downhill and more strange from here. Oh and also it smells like dirty and rusty, watered down metal now with all the quarters around in the snow.

Couple of months later, I’ve learned everything there is to know about Smallville. Or so I thought. After that weather months ago, I adapted to the new and strange things that happened in this city, but off that topic I need to get more groceries. I’m running out because I don’t go outside as much. I head to the grocery store to get all the groceries I need and on my way home a sudden storm hits. A loud thud arises and I get scared, almost dropping all the groceries I had just acquired, but then I realized it’s getting pretty late. It looks darker than usual. Darker than the average night. It looked like it was straight out of a horror movie. The sky was pitch black and that’s not even the worst part. The moon was blood red, it looked like you could even call it a blood moon. I stared deeply into the “blood moon” as I like to call it and as I looked into the moon, I witnessed my biggest fears come to life—or so I thought. Allow me to explain.

The events of Smallville and what happened there was two years ago and everything I just told you was my story on how it was when I used to live there. And there the journey came to an end, but in the present looking back at the past, I’LL NEVER want to experience something like that ever again.