A Different World

On a Sunday morning, I woke up to find Mark brother my closet,                           “MARK! OUT!” I screamed                                                                                                 “Fine. I was looking for food,” he shrugged.                                                                   After lunch, I got ready to go out. On the road, I looked up and saw a peculiar manikin shaped like a hand. A chill went down my spine. It was looking at me. That manikin pointed at me and a swirl of colors appeared. Then everything went black…

When I opened my eyes, realized I wasn’t in New Zealand. I was in a town called… Hand-Land?…                                                                                                      ‘That creepy manikin is a wizard,’ I thought…