"Where Am I Really?"

As I started to regain consciousness, I regained all of my senses faster than I lost them. Trust me. If you think that going from being "not alert" to "alert" is a good thing, it's NOT! Instantly having super hearing and being sensitive to light can give you a headache in a few seconds.

I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them, letting out a small hiss of pain afterwards. It was quite foolish of me to not think that I was laying on my back, but who would've known that I was outside? I slowly opened them again, letting them adjust to the sudden burst of light. I saw that I was laying on what seemed to be dirt and churned grass mixed together.

"Where am-" I was cut off by a group of horses running so close to my head that if one mare kicked my head, I was a goner! I stood up, brushed myself off, and played it cool like nothing happened. I was just about to run out of the field that I was apparently standing in, when I saw a short, old man holding a training whip coming up the hill. He started yelling at me in some European gibberish language, so I knew my options were to either confront him or run.

Well...I ran...far. So far, that man was neither audible nor visible. I stopped running to and took a break up on a hill and to catch my breath and to at least try to realize where I am on my own. I took in all of the scenery I could see. I will admit, it is quite beautiful. There were hills everywhere, castles galore, and the green. Oh man, the green! There had to be about 50 shades of green! Wait...very hill-y, castles galore, a lot of green.... I must be in Ireland! I started to hear footsteps behind be that sounded as if the thing that owned them was running followed by the same European gibberish language, which may be an Irish language. "Okay, gotta get running!" I said aloud, as I bolted down the side of the hill.

As I quickly made my way down, the obvious, yet heart aching truth hit me like an 18 wheeler with a trailer attached to the back: I wasn't in the diner in Maxton anymore. Ms. Toriel wasn't serving me scrambled eggs with spicy ketchup and wheat toast, while talking to me. Mr. Maser wasn't outside trying to get his wife's kittens to scare me off his yard. Dookie, Jinx, Moomer, and I weren't able to be the kids we are at heart and roll down this hill together. I didn't have my normal life anymore. More or less, I wasn't in Maxton anymore.

I am Waldo and I am lost in Ireland.

A/N: Hey Peeps. So, this is the English One-Shot I wrote. My mom asked me to write a prompt based off of the question "Where is Waldo really?", so I decided "Hey, why not make a one-shot type of story instead of making an essay and being all philosophical and crap?" She ended up liking it. So I wanna know, what do you guys think of it? Let me know. :3 

Eh, who knows? Maybe I may do a thing where if I like a Creative One-Shot that I wrote for English, I may put it in this book? Idk, just a thought. :P

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