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Silver by SupMario

[Author's note: this is the start of a long series that I'm going to
be writing about a teen who finds an 'alternate reality' where he
finds high adventure and love, and lots of sex. ;)  This is my first
attempt at posting a story and any comments would be greatly
appreciated.  The address is at the end of the document.]

Chapter 1

I was awakened by my alarm clock blaring at me, shattering the great
dream I was having as I rolled out of bed and staggered into the
bathroom.  After taking care of my morning rituals I got dressed and
headed into the kitchen for some breakfast, hurrying so I wouldn't be
late for school.

As usual, my mom was already at work.  She works the day shift at the
county hospital as a nurse and works harder than she should have to.
After my dad left us four years ago, Mom's had to work hard to keep up
the house payments and everything else.  She had left me a note
telling me she wouldn't be home until real late, so I should fix
myself something for supper tonight.

Well, that sounds like Mom all right.  She puts all of her energy into
her job and doesn't spend too much time worrying about me.  Of course,
she doesn't have to, because I'm quite capable of caring for myself.
I've always been like that, and I like it that way.

I get into my car and drive to school, hoping it doesn't brake down
again.  It's about ten years old and doesn't run very well, and has
about 3 million miles on it, but at least I don't have to walk
everywhere.

I pull up in the parking lot and walk to class, getting there just in
time.  I'm a freshman in my local college and get good grades, and
don't have to try very hard.  I don't have that many friends, mostly
'cause I'm eternally shy.  I have a few buddies I talk too sometimes,
but I don't know any of them very well, my mother and I have move
around a lot.

She has a very nasty temper and has gotten fired many times in the
past, or has simply quit because of bad relations at work.  She's good
at what she does, its just that temper of hers.  Believe me, I've
experienced it first hand quite often in the 19 years since I was born
into this world.

School was boring as usual and I got home only to find my mom on the
sofa crying her eyes out.  I closed the door and went over to her,
concerned.  My mother is a very strong, stubborn lady, and she NEVER
cries unless a earth-shattering event has taken place in her life,
like dad leaving us for example.  That was one of the only times I've
EVER seen her cry.

"Mom, are you okay?  What's wrong?"  I sat down beside her and tried
to comfort her as best I could.  She fell into my arms and hugged me,
burying her head in my shoulder and continued sobbing hysterically.

After a while, she calmed down enough to talk to me.  "Oh, Paul.
Sarah died in a car accident a few hours ago.  I was in the hospital
working when I got the call from your Uncle.  It was a drunk driver.
<sob> Get a suitcase packed, we're moving in with your Uncle until we
get things settled."  She shooed me off to my room and continued
sobbing as I left for my room.

I couldn't believe it.  Aunt Sarah dead.  She was my mom's twin
sister.  They had been identical twins since birth and were both very
alike.  They even sounded almost exactly like each other.  I remember
times when Aunt Sarah had came and visited us that I'd called home
thinking Mom had answered only to turn out to be Aunt Sarah.

So we were going to move in with Uncle Jack.  They have a daughter
about my age, her name is Diane.  Diane and I had never really hit it
off, although we didn't really dislike each other.  I got my suitcase
out of the closet and began mechanically packing clothes and personal
items while thinking of my Aunt Sarah.  She had always been the
quieter, shy one, while my Mom was the stubborn, adventurous twin.

We got everything in order.  Mom quit work and made plans with school
so that I could transfer to the local college in Uncle Jack's town.
Yeah, town not city.  Uncle Jack and Aunt Sarah lived in Maine, on a
farm way out in the middle of nowhere.  The nearest town was about ten
miles away, and it was extremely boring the few times we had visited
them there.  I had never really been into the whole 'outdoors' thing,
although I do admit I've had had very little exposure to it here in
Chicago.

So we traveled to Bangore, Maine by bus and arrived there on Thursday
morning.  Uncle Jack was waiting for us and we got in his pickup and
rode off through the countryside.  I sat in the back of the truck
while Mom sat up front and talked with Uncle Jack, catching up on
family affairs and both of them trying not to burst into tears in
front of each other as we drove home.

As we drove through the countryside, I enjoyed the countryside around
me.  I realized that nature has its own appeal to it.  We pulled off
onto a dirt road and drove down it for a while until we pulled up to
the house.  We had arrived.  The place looked basically the same as
the last time I had seen it.

It was a two-story house with a big porch and lots of windows.  We
went inside and Diane hugged my Mom, crying into her shoulder.  She
was obviously very shaken up.  I felt really bad for her, thinking how
broken up I'd be if it had been Mom instead of her twin.

We sat and talked some, about Mom and me coming to help out around the
house, since Aunt Sarah wasn't around any more to do it.  Apparently
Mom and Aunt Sarah had made some kind of pact to take care of each
other's kids if one of them died before their children were fully
grown.  Some of it went right over my head, as I was still trying to
adjust to my new surroundings.

Uncle Jack made a bundle writing books, and so Mom didn't have to work
at all, just take care of the house and us two kids.  She was all for
that, since she had been working almost nonstop for a few years.  

Diane was a junior in high school and would be graduating next year.
Mom shooed me and Diane off so she could talk privately with Uncle
Jack so we left the house and Diane led me back behind the house
toward the west of the house where a thick forest awaited us.

"Where are we going, Diane?"

She didn't answer me, just walked off purposely toward the edge of the
wood, while I followed her.  We began walking through the trees on a
trail that I could barely make out.  There was a lot less sunlight now
because of the thick expanse of trees overhead.  We walked for a while
and finally came upon a clearing where a stream babbled into a small
lake.  It was quite impressive.

"Wow, this place is great."

Diane sat on a nearby rock and looked up at me.  "You like it?  I come
here to think sometimes when I'm depressed."

I sat down beside her and looked out onto the lake.  The whole place
was very calm, very relaxing.  "I can see why you'd like this place.
It's pretty cool."

We talked a bit and found out that we had more in common than we had
thought.  It turns out that she's as much of a computer nut as I am.
After a while, we went back to the house and up to her room and showed
me her computer.  It was a lot nicer than mine, that's for sure.  My
room was going to be next door to hers, as it turned out, and my
computer was packed up in some boxes with the rest of my stuff, so we
began unpacking my things and got my room set up.

She was pretty good company and we became fast friends, taking a
liking to each other after really getting to know one another.  The
funny thing was, she was a girl, and I didn't have trouble talking to
her at all.  Imagine that.  Of course, my mind rationalized, it's
probably because we're related to each other.  Yeah, that's probably
it.

As the days passed, we began getting back to normal, and me and Mom
took well to our new surroundings.  Mom was happy simply running the
house, and she actually had some free time of her own for once, so she
took up her childhood hobby of painting.  Mom had been a very talented
painter before marrying Dad and moving to Chicago with him.

She was really talented.  I think we were all really impressed with
the paintings that she would leave to dry on the back porch.  They
were all landscapes of the countryside around us, and she had even
done one of Uncle Jack and Diane which turned out great.  She was glad
that me and Diane were getting along so well with each other, and
Diane and I could see how well Uncle Jack and Mom were getting along.

Maybe I should explain about that.  You see, the farm used to belong
to Mom and Aunt Sarah's parents.  Uncle Jack lived down the road from
them with their neighbors until his parents had died and he came to
live with the two twins and their parents.  They never formerly
'adopted' him but he lived with them just the same.  Well as they grew
up, you can imagine what must have happened when twin girls and a boy
hit puberty.  Filled with curiosity, they started exploring each
other's bodies and one thing led to another.  Okay, they were humping
like bunnies.  All three of them.

Jack was in love with both of them, but he knew he would have to pick
one of them.  The choice was easy when my Mom fell in love with my
Dad, leaving Jack and Sarah to be together.  Once my Dad married my
Mom and took her to Chicago, Uncle Jack and Aunt Sarah stayed at the
farm and Jack took it over when their parents passed away.  They
stayed there ever since.  Of course, once Jack became a successful
author, they quit farming and simply lived off the money Jack made
from his writing.

Well, it was really no surprise when Mom and Uncle Jack started
feeling strongly about one another.  Heck, they were falling in love,
and me and Diane didn't see anything wrong with that.  Mom looked and
sounded exactly like her twin, and Jack was a really great guy whom
she'd known since she was a toddler almost.

Well, the funeral went smoothly and Aunt Sarah was buried and the
summer went by faster than me and Diane would have liked.  Before we
knew it, it was the middle of august and school was only two weeks
away.

As summer came to a close, Diane and I were in the forest clearing
casually throwing stones into the lake nearby, enjoying the freedom
that was soon to be stolen from us.  We had been talking to each other
about our goals in life and what we wanted to do with ourselves after
graduation.

"I'm thinking about becoming a botanist, because I love nature.  What
about you Paul?"  I sat there, looking out onto the lake, lazily
skipping a stone across the water.  "I don't know.  I've never really
thought about it much, I suppose.  I want... I dunno.  I'd like a job
that would let me explore places, ya know, roam all over the world
meeting new people and cultures.  That's what I'd like to do."

"That sounds interesting.  Look we better get back, its getting dark."

I looked around and noticed she was right.  It was early evening
already!  Where had the time gone?  We walked back to the house and
sat down to supper, talking about this and that and soon I was in my
room, completely bored out of my skull again.  I played some computer
games then read some, but nothing helped, so I decided to take a walk.
It was still light out, this time of year it got dark a lot later in
the evenings and there was still enough light to see.  I was going to
ask Diane to come with me, but she was helping my mother with some
sewing or something.

I've learned to get scarce real quick when my mother starts sewing and
was glad Diane would be her guinea pig from now on.  I walked out into
the cool evening air and headed for the trees that seemed to be
calling to me.

I walked through the trees, following the trail that lead to the lake,
and was surprised to find that I wasn't where I thought I had been.  I
must have deviated from the trail somewhere along the way and started
down a different trail by mistake.  I looked around me and it was
almost pitch black now.  Where had my mind been wondering while the
sun went down?

I felt like I had been walking for only a few minutes but look at the
dark sky.  I was confused and lost, not knowing how far I had walked
or what direction home lie in.  I sat against a tree and took stock of
my situation.  I could either stumble blindly in the dark trying to
find my way back home, or I could stay right where I was until morning
and then have the sunlight to aid me.

Well, as wonderful as sleeping on a bed of dry twigs sounded, I
decided to try and find my way home there and then.  I tried to
backtrack and go the way that I had came, but when I had came here, I
had been letting my mind wander, not paying attention to where I was
going.  Soon I came to a small clearing and was overjoyed when I saw
the lake in front of me.

I could see where I was now.  I was on the other side of the lake as
the other clearing that I was used to and began quickly circling the
lake shore, glad I would get home to my bed as I was very tired by
then.

Suddenly my feet came out from under me and I was falling into
darkness.  I only fell a small distance, and then hit the ground with
a thud, landing on my left leg badly.  I screamed in pain and passed
out, my last tangible thought being about the strange pit I had fallen
into.

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