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I really need to find a better way to get to school. Riding a balloon dog across the ocean, and hurling myself at a wall until it disappears is not something I want to do everyday.
You probably know that I live on a planet called Glitch which is strictly made up of people under the age of 22, and that I go to school at an academy called Yeqriz. I’m not famous, but if you’re reading this you’re probably from Glitch because you can read the language, New Dezi. And if you’re from Glitch, you should know that there is only one school on the planet, Yeqriz, which is on the city-continent Takimenre. However, what most people don’t know is that I live a whole continent away from Yeqriz.
I’m Ainsleigh Mersiq, I’m 16, and I want to design clothes for a job, which is why I’m at school. The school’s courses include visual arts, literature arts, language, business, and fashion. You can guess which one I chose. I’m writing this because they want us to explain how we got here out of curiosity to start the first day of school.
I live in a continent called Ahn which is predominantly inhabited by animal hybrids, or Ankris, such as myself. I’m a raccoon Ankri, but my Ba’s Ba’s Ba was half shark Ankri, so I have a little bit of that in me too.
Personally, I don’t understand why we have to write this down on paper, we’re in the Time of Unremembering — or as they say on Earth, 2025 — ,so we have computers, which speeds up the process by far.
It all started with my dastardly alarm clock. It ran out of energy over night and didn’t ring! I woke up so late that most people would just stay home. I wasn’t going to do that; going to school would help me achieve my dream! It’s either this, or pretend to be human on Earth and hope to make it, and that’s pretty dangerous. So I changed clothes, brushed my teeth, packed my dimension bag, said goodbye to my Ma and Ba, all that stuff, and set on my path.
What I was supposed to do was walk on the main street, make a right at the big Halubell tree, and then hitch a ride on a balloon dog to Takimenre. But unfortunately, I was running late. When the time hits and you’re officially late, the big, wooden wall that everyone has to climb over will turn into an obstacle specifically tailored to your weakness. So I had to hurry.
Cutting through the forest near my house, I dashed into the thick foliage, hoping my designer shirt wouldn’t get ruined. With the port insight, I picked some leaves out of my tail — horrible for the aesthetic — and rushed towards the ferrywoman. At the time I arrived, a ride to Takimenre would cost 20,000 Medek, but the ferrywoman is my mom’s good friend Issi, so I get rides for free. Issi’s usual lethargic expression dissolved quickly when she saw me, and her honey-colored eyes brightened in recognition.
“Hello, Ains!” she stood up off the dock,”Need a ride to Takimenre I bet? Your Ma told me all about your beginning of school.”
“Hello Issi! I was just about to ask! Thanks for your help!” I responded, returning the greeting. With a swish of her feline tail, Issi helped me up onto Nuva, her hot pink balloon dog, and adjusted the straps of her brown overalls.
In less than four minutes, we were already close to the shore of Takimenre! Nuva is a very fast swimmer.
But then we heard a voice,”Get out of the way! Rouge balloon dog! I repeat, rouge balloon dog!” Nuva took a sharp turn, and Issi and I were thrown off him onto the beach. Thankfully, we survived the crash, but I was on the opposite side of where Yeqriz is on Takimenre!
After Issi checked in on me to see if I was okay, I said my goodbyes and my gratitude, and set off once again.
I walked around the bustling city for a bit and after being knocked to the ground many times by rushed people, I came to a conclusion; I was lost. I didn’t know how long I had been walking, but I was pretty sure that I still had some time left.
Just then, a raggedy-looking kid walked up to me peddling maps with suspiciously cheap prices — 500 Medek per map? What a steal! — but the boy was about 6 and he was adorable, so I bought a map from him.
The boy immediately left after the transaction, and while I was contemplating his shadiness, the map disappeared before my eyes. Rickety Magic! What a con artist!
Enraged, I asked around and for once, knew where I was going.
Almost at my destination, I stopped at a dark alley, consumed by fear. It was where the Spiked Horns reside. The leader, Vruki, stole a prized possession from the Guardian of Death, and survived to tell the story. I was warned that I shouldn’t walk though, but I had to get to school.
I trudged forward awaiting my fate, with my neon green laced pupils adjusting to the severe lack of light. A girl around my age stopped in front of me, the Death Cutlass on her waist. I knew that this was Vruki.
Vruki scrutinized me with precision for what seemed like ages. It felt like I was being silently interrogated, my body becoming transparent to reveal my soul to her sharp gaze.
Then she finally spoke,”State your business.” I was taken by surprise, not prepared for that question.
“I, uh, wanted to pass through?” I stammered out, the sliver of confidence I had slinking out of my body.
“No.” Vruki denied. If she was amused, she didn’t show it. She then turned and walked away. I was absolutely flabbergasted. I had half a mind to walk through anyway, but something told me that the simplicity of Vruki’s answer was a warning, so I went the normal route.
Tired, I plodded my way towards Yeqriz. To my surprise, I wasn’t late yet. The wall peered down at me from a great height as I stared up at it in awe. I knew it was going to be big, but not that big!
Tightening my bandana, I tried climbing up. Nope, too slippery. I tried using the friction of my clothes to combat this. Nope, still too slippery. I tried launching myself over. Nope, too big! The wooden wall started slowly disappearing into thin air and lava replacing it. It couldn’t transform. Not now! My clothes were shredded, nearly all my energy was gone, and I could’ve sworn that wall was laughing at me! In an angry roar, I punched that awful timber pile and then crumpled onto the floor.
I woke up in a cushioned chair, with I’m guessing to be a 21 year old in front of me. My clothes were surprisingly patched up as if they were brand new. Not that I cared anymore. While constantly blowing up the shock of red hair in front of her eyes, she introduced herself as Haazer Averman, a teacher who works at Yeqriz and noticed my unconscious body lying on the ground. Haazer told me that I had managed to crack the wall, which was specifically enchanted to be indestructible. After checking if I was okay and giving me a glass of water, Haazer then brought me to the room I’m in now, where all the other students are.
That’s it. The end of my story of how I got to school. I’m Ainsleigh Mersiq, 16, fashion maybe isn’t everything for me, and I’m changing my alarm clock. I do not want to redo this trip back and forth everyday until the course ends. I really need to find a better way to get to school. [End]
I am not that familar with English lingo, but I believe in terms of the short story I wrote, I've cooked.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Your eyes shine in shock like stars
Wide as a whole galaxy;
My biggest regret is that I was not born a mortal—
Our love is impossible, a human and a faerie,
You and me.
-Marz Barz, 7/30/25
My first non-school induced poetry!
It wasn't really funny, but I laughed anyways.
I wasn't really happy, but I smiled anyways.
I wasn't really sad, but I cried anyways.
I don't really exist, but I'm something always.
-Marz Barz, 11/14/25
The night comes,
a new friend.