AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my writing for SWC, every single word right here counts to my total.
Chapter 1 (March 1) The Arrival I had never traveled this much before. I was living a relatively normal life in the suburbs, with my family, school, friends, and having a decent enough time. But one day, after my parents had left for work but before I had to leave for the school bus, a special little black bus with yellow accents arrived, looking like the black-eyed susan flowers on our front lawn. On the side it read “Daffodil City. Tours Open! Call 1-800-714-2339.” My curiosity peaked, so I stepped inside. There was a slight moist smell, but I dropped my bag in and strapped into a seat. The bus was fully packed, about 50 people all sitting in the bus’s single concourse. I started asking around, because I didn’t recognize anyone, and everyone looked to have already settled in. One nice-looking man replied to me, “I’m from Detroit. We’re on our way to Daffodil City.” Now, I had never heard of Daffodil City. I had no choice but to ask, “Um… is that in Saskatchewan or something?” Eric issued a hearty laugh. “I wish. Nobody really knows where it is, but we got a flier in the mail telling us to expect a bus and we considered we had nothing better to do! These people look friendly, right?” I turned my head over to the bus driver, who looked like he had just woken up about 10 minutes ago. Err, not a good sign. “How long have you been here?” “On this bus? About an hour so far. It shouldn’t be much longer. I’m here with my family and my mate Hosmer from San Diego. Anyways, nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too. My name’s Mercer.” “Eric.” After around thirty-four minutes of crying babies, coping parents, and tight, cramped corners, we finally stepped out of the bus. My senses were overwhelmed. We were suddenly standing at the foot of a sprawling mega-city with everything possible. Tall skyscrapers, parks and fountains, apartments and houses, restaurants and stores, and it was simply indescribable. I couldn’t believe that the only reason I was here was because of my own curiosity. But I wasn’t complaining, this looked like the place to be. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” squealed a woman. Eric asked her, and she was visiting her family. This made me question who actually lived here. I mean, it was a big city, but it wasn’t on any map? Most other people in the group had similar stories to Eric and I, simply curious about what this free bus would take us to. One thing none of us did know was what we were getting into. This is installment of the series that I will update daily. Today’s SONG OF THE DAY: https://www.you(delete this)tube.com/watch?(delete this)v=VGQZIt(delete this)OMz6k