Alot happens while I'm at school. there was nothing after i went to bed and now there's ten pages. Tell me if i step out of line here.
In a very posh British town, a ways away from most of the others, in a very posh British avenue, in a very posh British store where various bits and bobs of not so British clothes were, a very bored looking cashier works the register. Today it's slow, yesterday was dull, and tomorrow will be dreary as well. The young man of around 23, probably in college, fiddles with the cash register, opening and closing it, making it ding with every open, chin in hand, mouth agape, and an unfocused stare. He hardly notices the very long, very thin line being drawn in space itself in the back of the shop. No sir, he continues staring blankly ahead, doubtfully aware of the feet in his shoes much less the spacial anomaly forming in his very place of employment. The crack stops increasing in length and there is a short pause. Another eternity passes by in that shop. Suddenly, the crack explodes into a gaping hole in time itself, discolored red and in the shape of an eye. From out of it falls a young woman wearing a very dull pink dress and a mob cap of the same color with a red bow in it. She has large bat wings and lavender hair and is of childish shape. The register worker still makes no note of it, even as she gets up and the hole closes forever. The young woman stands up. "There was no need to push me through the hole. Wicked woman, i swear." She begins taking account of her surroundings.
