| Snowdeath 560    Deaf bat walking on water. Level: 49      Posts: 499/567 EXP: 848481 For next: 35402 Since: 06-29-11 From: Port Alberni, BC Since last post: 8.1 years Last activity: 6.3 years  |
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Well, here's something I wrote in the 8th grade on my spare time. I found it by going through the documents for stuff to delete, and thought this unfinished story sounded good enough to be shared with you guys. Here it is. Let me know about your opinion or thoughts on it.
WARNING: WORD WALL Clicking away on my pretty red dual covered phone, texting to my very best friend in the entire world, Aaron, while in History 11 with Mr. Hmong chattering away about Napoleon, I finished and once again read over what I just typed up. “Aaron, Tinkertattle’s boring today. What ‘bout u?” Tinkertattle’s the nickname for Mr. Hmong from last year when he caught me texting, and he muttered something like ‘dang tinker toys nowadays’, and then proceeded to grab my phone and announced to class what I texted up so far. Thankfully, there weren’t anything scandalous on the current text. Now I and Aaron call him ‘Tinkertattle’. Slightly chuckling at this, I clicked the button marked SEND. Naturally, in at least four seconds, Aaron texted back. I sighed, slightly rolling my eyes at him for his quick texting. God, I would like his texting skills. “Oh hey, Em, I’m skipping class, wanna join me?” Em is just my nickname. My real name is Emma Howard. I blinked. Oh, what the hell. Why not? I shrugged, peered up around the class and noticed that Tinkertattle’s blabbing finally stopped. I looked back down to the phone screen, and started texting again. “Sure! Let me think up a plan.” I tucked my phone away safely in my jean pocket, and raised my hand to Tinkertattle’s direction. He quickly looked up, and almost screamed in annoyance at me, and I sighed softly at his response. “Yes?” Tinkertattle asked. I squirmed around a bit, to fake up what I was planning to ask. “Well, I got to go to the washroom, please?” He had a weary look on his face, then looked back to the student he was helping with, and looked back, nodding. “Go. Be quick.” What he didn’t notice was I secretly picked up my backpack and quietly rushed out of the classroom. Once I reached where I was safe from the classroom, I picked up my phone and saw two messages flashing, one from Aaron, and the other one from Rachel Howard, my mother. I promptly ignored my mother’s text message, and went to Aaron’s message. “I’m in the library, come when you can.” I decided to not reply, because it would be a waste of time, and beside I was heading there. I walked off quietly, as to not disturb the classes surrounding me. I bumped into a boy, Chris, a 12th grade student, on the stairwell heading to the main floor. Oh, why it has to be him? He had a sullen face, one you would see on serial killers’ faces. He always got in trouble, skipping classes or getting in wild fights. While I was too busy thinking about him, he growled in a gravel voice that crept me out immediately. “Watch where you’re going.” Chris glared at me with his icy blue eyes for the last time, and stormed off in a quiet manner since there were classes in session going on, and only a person like him would know what happened if the teachers caught you hanging around in halls, or making noises that would disrupt classes. I scoffed loud enough to let him hear me, and resumed walking towards the library. I spotted Aaron in a corner, eyeing around, which I assumed that he was waiting for me. I grinned and when I started to walk towards him, I got a glare from the librarian at her office spot. Everyone knew that she wasn’t going to do anything about the skipping kids, except to shush them or give them mean looks. I waved at her, as I walked by. I sat down beside Aaron, sighing. Why did Aaron look so stressed? I examined his face, and surely enough, there were classic signs of stress plastered on his face. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked in a normal tone. “Eh, nothing. Just the fact I failed my mid-term exam in Biology.” Aaron shrugged, shaking his head. “Aw, that sucks. Well, the library isn’t fun. Why do you even hang around here when you skip, anyway?” I sighed, as I glanced around in the library. A few rows of computers lay restlessly in a corner, while the rest of the room was covered in old and murky books nobody was interested in except for the teachers and old-timers. “No chance of being busted.” He replied simply, with a quirk humour in his tone. I laughed with him, nodding, agreeing with him. “Well, we could always go off-campus, you know. Bus, skytrain, walk.” I pointed out. Aaron took a last glance around in the dim and murky library, and flashed one of his devious grins. “Definitely, let’s go. Hey, what about going to the Mac’s about two blocks away from here?” He raised his eyebrow to me, and I laughed softly, considering it. “Sure, I want some of those delish Slurpee’s they sell. On you?” I pointed a look at him, trying to get some money from him because I had no money. I sighed slightly at that thought, and stood up with him. We walked away, and laughed outside of the library when the librarian shot us the evil eye again. “Boy, she has a great mean look!” Aaron exclaimed, partly still laughing. “I know right? She must’ve had literally years to hone that look to generations of skippers.” I giggled, grinning uncontrollably. “All right, it’s maybe 20 minutes walk to there, and seeing this is the morning class... Do you want to skip the day, as well?” His eyes glinted with rebellion. “Please?” He also added in a nice smile, pushing me to say yes. “Fine, fine. It’s just a day, right?” I sighed dramatically to Aaron’s favour, and then resumed my routine of grinning. Aaron nodded in response, brimming with success. “Yeah, after the slurpee you want so much, we should go to the mall via bus, what do you think?” He pointedly looked at a bus that was in its way to the mall. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, Aaron.” I picked up the pace, to save time for the rest of the day. When we arrived to Mac’s, I chose a large slurpee cup, and picked out random flavours, such as Blueberry Haze, Pepsi, Coke, and the works. Aaron took a Reese bar, and paid for all. We walked out silently, me slurping my slurpee and he munching his Reese’s when we found Chris standing right near us outside of Mac’s. With a Louisville slugger. “What the hell?” I gasped at him, dropping my soiled slurpee. Chris stared at something, apparently not noticing us, even though we were literally a few foots away from him. He suddenly turned around, and started to run when I yelled at him. “Chris! What are you doing?” I frowned, there were something amiss to him, and he didn’t even acknowledge our existence. Chris stopped, turned around again, a hint of confusion in his icy blue eyes. Aaron was staring at me like I was crazy, and I shot him a bewildered expression. “Aaron, Chris is right there. With a freakin’ baseball bat!” “What?” Aaron said simply, full of confusion as he looked around. He looked right through Chris! I shot him a WTF face, gesturing at Chris’ direction. “Uh... Emma and Aaron?” Chris rubbed his eyes like we were a hallucinations or something. “Wait, can you see me?” Chris gasped in shock. That sentence made me burst in giggles. That was the most stupid sentence ever asked in mankind, I think. Aaron was still staring at me, and periodically looking around for Chris. He saw through Chris, once again. “Yes... I can see you.” I spoke in a haltingly tone, like Chris was a foreign person who barely understood English, or was in a mental institute. I stopped my urge to burst in bouts of giggling and took a breath to maintain control of myself. “Emma, Chris is not here. Are you off your psycho meds?” Aaron asked me, unsure if I was kidding around or actually having a psychotic break. I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes dramatically. Okay... Aaron can’t see Chris, and Chris is acting like he was not supposed to be seen. “Not possible. Aaron, can you see me?” Chris whispered in a small voice, and then spoke up to Aaron. As I might add, he also lowered his baseball bat in a gesture of not going to harm us, thankfully. Aaron was oblivious to Chris’ question, and didn’t even act like he heard it or saw Chris move. “Not, I guess.” Chris confirmed, with a relived sigh. I stared at Aaron and Chris both, a question mark on my face. A scream occurred, it was a blood-curling scream that sounded miles away yet it sounded so clear, and it made a shiver creep up on my spine, then I glanced at Chris, with a what’s-going-on face pointed at him. “You hear that?” Chris asked in a surprised tone. I simply nodded in response, scared to think what that scream was from, or who. “You need to come with me, now.” “Why?” I asked Chris, which made me receive a question mark from Aaron. “What about Aaron?” I gestured at him pointedly. Internally, I freaked out because I thought I was having a hallucination or something, even a psychotic break makes sense right now. I put up a hand in Chris’ direction. “First things first. Where are you taking me? I could always pretend this never happened and go on with my day at the mall.” I spoke in a slightly annoyed tone, while I was actually confused and I wanted to just rewind this and pretend this never happened. I sighed at the thought. Before Chris started to speak, a forgotten thought came across me, and I pulled out of my phone immediately and checked my mother’s message. A weird look was plastered on my face, because the phone screen said; “I’m sorry.” I double-checked the phone address, and surely enough, it was from my mom. I started to look up at Chris just in time for him to grab my phone away from me and shoved it in his pocket. “Now is not the time, Emma. Let’s go.” There was seriousness in his voice that made me believe that he might be kidnapping me. I exclaimed, almost freaking out Aaron. “No! Tell me first.” Chris had a heavy look on him, and growled. “This is not the time to debate about this, they’re coming.” Who are they? I shot him a dubious look. The ground ever so slightly shook behind me, and I slowly turned around and gasped loudly. There were a huge, and I do mean huge, grey-furred wolf standing right there. It watched me silently, and that immediately made me feel like I should run, and that is what I did. I started to turn around, body tensing for a run, just when Chris held me strongly. “Get on.” What? Is he thinking that I’m supposed to hop on the wolf? Involuntarily, I let out a small burst of laughter. “What? You’re saying to me that I need to get on the wolf? You’re crazy.” I scoffed at Chris, and then looked back to Aaron. Except he was gone. “Where’s Aaron?” I questioned Chris, thinking he had a part in this whole... strange scheme. Chris laughed softly, watching me. “It’s impressive...” Chris stopped suddenly, realizing something, and immediately blurted in a series of strange questions. “Emma, have you just awakened to the sense of this? Did anyone warn about this? Do you understand this word?” Chris then proceeded to speak a very strange word that sounded like gibberish... but yet, it sounded familiar. Then it hit me. Chris spoke before I could interpret what it meant. “Repeat it in English, Emma.” I was confused, but a gut feeling tugged at me, telling me that I knew it. I decided to just follow my gut feeling and allow the words to just come out my mouth. “Yes, I guess. No, nobody warned about whatever this is. You said this,” I cleared my throat before interpreting the wording to English. “A seeker has not found you.” My tone sounded very unsure and hesitant. Chris widened his eyes, and nodded, indicating that I was actually right. “Get on. I think you’re going through something that you were supposed to go through at a very young age, like me.” Chris beckoned at the wolf, and I stared at it like it was going to kill me. I tentatively started to hop on it like a horse, since its size was almost like one. Chris quickly hopped on first, like a motorcycle duos. After I secured myself with my arms around Chris, the wolf started to run faster than cars and even trains. I let out a squeal from it, and was rewarded with a deep chuckle from Chris. I started to think about what just happened. Flashes of Aaron disappearing, flashes of Chris with his bat which he left outside of Mac’s. Oh jeez, why does it have to be Chris? I sighed softly, seeing the irony that the fact when I bumped into him, I wouldn’t even think that I’d hop on a wolf with him, and if someone told me that, I’d laugh my butt off. What a weird day. I looked back, feeling slightly guilty that to Aaron, I just randomly disappeared. I instinctively reached for my phone, and realized that it wasn’t there. Chris took it. I sighed more heavily this time, and Chris peered to his back, eyeing at me. “What?” “You took my phone. Why?” I sent him a death glare. “That was completely unnecessary.” He froze up, for a second, and seemed to be hesitant. “Well... I’ll explain at the academy.” It was my turn to freeze up for a moment. “Academy? As in school?” “Yes, but not our high school. It’s rather special, you’ll see.” He spoke with a grin, like it was a small joke. For the rest of the ride, which seemed to be at least 45 minutes, but for anyone knows, it could’ve been longer; Chris and I remained silent to our thoughts. We passed through busy roads, rural streets, and even through a forest when we finally came to a hard stop. I looked up, expecting to be in middle of nowhere, in some random dense forest. Instead, there were a large, towering school that was styled in Catholic shapes, such as arches and the colouring of the windows. I immediately assumed this was the ‘academy’ Chris mentioned. Speaking of Chris, he already hopped off, and chuckled at my frozen stare. “Like what you see, right? It was built in the 18th century, as you probably can see from its architecture.” Chris waved at the school with flair, like a person on TV that showed off prizes to the lucky person. I nodded quietly and hopped off the enormous wolf, which I might add, I am still scared of, and to my shocking surprise, and the wolf shrunk itself to a male who introducted himself. “Hey, girl. Name’s Tyrathos, but you can call me Tyron.” He grinned politely, and let his hand out for to shake. I couldn’t raise my hand, and I was completely baffled. I took a step back, eyeing him up and down. “W-wait, weren’t you a wolf?” I stammered out quickly, and made myself shut up immediately. Oh god, he thinks I’m a moron now. I glanced at Chris, and his icy blue eyes were filled with humour. I sent him a quick glare before resuming my focus on the male or wolf who calls himself Tyrat... Um, Tyron. Tyron shrugged, like it was nothing to him. “I’m a shape shifter. The modern world knows me more commonly as a werewolf.” I gasped at him loudly. How could he speak like that, like it was a common thing that happened every day, and that stupefied me. I took a more observant look at him, identifying his face, how he was dressed, and that made me pause. He was only wearing a loincloth. Then it hit me. “Are you aboriginal?” I asked quickly. He nodded silently in response, picking up the clue that I was overwhelmed. “Even though if it’s 2011, you still wear that thing?” I added in a tone of humour. He laughed in response, and shrugged. “Easy to wear if I shift between both forms repeatedly.” Good point. I nodded in reply, when Chris interrupted the conversation with a loud and abrupt clearing of his throat. “Emma, we’re wasting time, c’mon.” He looked at Tyron like he was a legend, and made a strange gesture, whispering something in the same language that sounded like ‘I’m honoured for you to join, and let it be known that I am grateful.’ How I understood that, I have no frigging idea. Tyron replied in a stern but gracious tone in that strange language. “Christopher, son of the Blue, those formalities are unnecessary. Now, go, with the unique case.” He pointed a look directly at me. He called me a unique case. Thanks. I think. What was a son of the Blue? I let out an awkward small wave at him in response, and that made him crack a smile. He turned around and immediately grew to the werewolf inside him, and headed off into the forest to do his business. Whatever that is, I don’t want to know. Chris shot a last look at the departing wolf, and nodded as he turned to face me. “Well, this is the Helliwell Academy, where you learn all kinds of different things, such as who you are, what this is, and all that crap.” He shrugged, and added in. “I went here when I was five, so you’re kind of like a late bloomer.” He rumbled in chuckles when I rolled my eyes at him dramatically, and he walked off towards the building. I scrambled after him, my wide eyes scanning each beautiful feature of the school. I glimpsed a secondary building that was smaller than the academy itself, and I guessed it was a dorm or something like that. We entered the main lobby, and let me say this. Oh my gawd. It was huge. Beautifully carved ornate arches loomed on the high ceiling, while the multiple coloured windows filtered the sun to something that looked so magical. Yet, while it looked so ancient, it actually had modern tendiences too, such as the formal clerk near the entry, television screens everywhere for students to watch the annual news, and even some of them massage chairs, and... Did I die and went to heaven? An indoor pool! I whispered to Chris. “Is this academy for like, posh rich kids?” Chris eyed at me like I was slightly crazy. “No, why?” “Are you kidding me? Look at the building! The indoor pool! The massage chairs!” I wildly gestured at the above listed things. “Emma, if you think that was high-end, wait until you see our dorm. Gaming centers, gymnasiums, weight rooms, and all that stuff.” Chris’ eyes looked like he was in love with the... What shall I call them? Oh! Guy rooms. “Chris, did I randomly poof into a male body? Hello.” I waved at myself, sighing at Chris like he was retarded. “Damn. Uh... Movie theatres! Oh, you also have your own whirlpool in your dorm room. You also get a well-suited kitchen, a flat TV screen, a good sized bed, and even a high-end computer.” Chris nodded, smirking when he saw my shocked face with my gasp to the floor. “Wait, uh, is there a catch or what?” I eyed at him suspiciously. To my disappointment, Chris shuffled, acting guilty. “Emma, I think I’ll let the professor tell you everything. OK?” He whispered back in a soft tone. I sighed, and shrugged. Oh, what the hell. He dragged me into the whole thing, might as well get information about it. I nodded to his reply quietly, and returned my focus to the room as we proceeded to a hallway that seemed like multiple rooms for offices. We stopped at the end, the last door labelled ‘DR. PATTERSON’ with huge, slick gold letters. “I assume this is the professor you mentioned a few seconds ago.” I quipped at him, with a shooting look to match with it. “Yep. He might cross you as a stern drill sergeant, but trust me, you’ll get used to it, and you’ll know why he’s like that someday.” Chris shrugged slightly, his hand already on the doorknob. He hesitated for a moment, and decided that knocking his door was more polite than bursting right in with a female stranger. Knock. Knock. Knock. A gravel and sullen voice boomed right through the door, which immediately reminded me of a mafia boss. “Come in.” Taking the time to breath, I nodded at Chris, signalling that he could open the door. The room was not what I imagined. Unlike the rest of the academy, this school was pale in comparison, and even a robot could call it bleak. An averagely-sized wooden table stood in the middle, with two wooden curved chairs pulled near to it, and a large black cushion chair behind it with a bald and pale person wearing only gray clothes except for his white jacket. I walked in tentatively, attempting to avoid eye contact with the so-called Dr. Patterson. He drew my attention when he waved at the chair, gesturing that I could sit. I simply nodded and sat down quickly with Chris sitting down the other one. The professor rested his elbows on the desk, leaning forward to us. “Well, who is this girl?” He simply asked both of us. I barely opened my mouth to introduce myself when Chris interrupted me quickly. “Emma Howard, age seventeen. Parents are Rachel Howard, her mother. Father...” He paused, trying to remember. “... Unknown.” I gaped at him. Chris knew more about me than I knew about him. How is that possible? “How did...” I barely started to ask him, when the professor interrupted me. Jeez, what was with people interrupting what I wanted to say or ask today? “That’s fine and dandy, but why did you bring her to the academy? That’s breaking the rules. We’re not supposed to expose ourselves to the mortals.” He sighed heavily, staring at Chris. I stared at him. Fine word usage, mortals. He could just say humans. Chris started out stammering, then cleared his throat and resumed. “Emma saw me outside of the high school we attend to.” Chris spoke simply, like it was wrong on massive propositions. I see people out of school too; I bump into teachers in grocery stores, which are just normal. I watched them both and waited for an explanation, if there were one. The professor turned around to me, his eyes beady and glinting at me hard. “Really? Hmm.” He eyed me up and down, and stood up, walking around his deck and inspected me. “Who is your father?” He asked simply. I bowed my head down, mumbling. “Well,” I shook myself, stopping my mumblings. “He left when my mom was pregnant with me. I don’t even know his name.” ____________________ Layout code stolen from the_casualty! |
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