Chapter 1
I got dressed and went upstairs to brush my teeth and shower before school . My dad liked to make sure I remained clean, so I was sure I did after they were both done in the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I recall the fondness of the mint flavored tooth paste I used. Then I showered and got dressed.
I most often got a ride to school from my dad or mom in the tan van that was part of the way to o many cars we owned. My parents are probably upper middle class if I could guess. It was funny that my dad never wore a seat belt, but I was always suppose to wear mine by ninth grade while my brothers were out of the house starting their own lives. I drove to school that Monday and was dropped off outside of the school, as usual, my parents did not speak to me. Instead, they just drove off on their way to work. I got out and closed the van door.
A s I walked up to the twin school doors I entered being stared at by the cameras. By now it was 2002 and schools where far more afraid of bad things happening since they often did in my school district. We had several school bomb threats a year, so they watched the silent cattle to make sure we are all safe, an admirable goal I would have to say. I am in a special school program called EBD, not fun I might add, but I had one normal class here as well as my study hall. This was my home room as well we were beginning to feel the school budget cuts as well they had just let a few teachers go the year before. I walked to the office and got my new locker number. You usually had to do it before the school year began, but I often forgot so I had to do it again. I have a lot of problems with my memory and this is something the school tries to help me with as the teachers are the kindest people to me in my childhood.
I went to my locker number 203 , two for the second floor, and the rest for the number. I went to it, and placed my books in my locker which was placed right next to the EBD classroom. At this time my friend Sandy Davis came up to me and placed her hands around my eyes surprising me when she said guess who. I went to my first class talking with her. She was a lovely girl who had problems like me, her dad did drugs and was in jail and her mother was just plain gone so she lived with her grandparents not far from me in town. Sandy Davis is a very attractive girl the same age as me with tan skin from all of the sports she plays. Sandy also has gold blond hair that she wears in a ponytail and blue eyes, she had vary refined features for a girl her age like she was nobility if that existed in the U.S. these days. Not many people liked either of us so we got along together quite well.
I hoped she was doing good over the summer as she was busy with camps and sports. Sandy was a strait A student trying hard to get into college, and at our age we had to begin to worry about that kind of thing, it is just what one did.
As we walked down the hallway I saw I girl my age that I had never seen before , she must have been new to the town. This new girl was quite lovely with her long red hair and strange orange eyes. I had never seen eyes like those before, but it seemed no one else noticed them being that color that was not normal to me at least. I continued to class and the rest of the day was uneventful.
I got home . I went to bed dreaming the same dream I always had.
“ Greetings sire I am glad that you have arrived,” I opened my eyes, I was in this strange place I went to every time I slept. I looked up at Samual, his gray hair and long beard bellied the fact that he was a fierce killer and in tip top shape. I got out of my bed looking at myself as I thought about what I wanted to wear and it appeared on me. I looked at myself in the reflection pool and saw my fine face the same as when I was on earth, my short spiked blond hair as well as my to calm blue eyes that always hid my true self in this dream at least.
“ So I saw
I got dressed and went upstairs to brush my teeth and shower before school . My dad liked to make sure I remained clean, so I was sure I did after they were both done in the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I recall the fondness of the mint flavored tooth paste I used. Then I showered and got dressed.
I most often got a ride to school from my dad or mom in the tan van that was part of the way to o many cars we owned. My parents are probably upper middle class if I could guess. It was funny that my dad never wore a seat belt, but I was always suppose to wear mine by ninth grade while my brothers were out of the house starting their own lives. I drove to school that Monday and was dropped off outside of the school, as usual, my parents did not speak to me. Instead, they just drove off on their way to work. I got out and closed the van door.
A s I walked up to the twin school doors I entered being stared at by the cameras. By now it was 2002 and schools where far more afraid of bad things happening since they often did in my school district. We had several school bomb threats a year, so they watched the silent cattle to make sure we are all safe, an admirable goal I would have to say. I am in a special school program called EBD, not fun I might add, but I had one normal class here as well as my study hall. This was my home room as well we were beginning to feel the school budget cuts as well they had just let a few teachers go the year before. I walked to the office and got my new locker number. You usually had to do it before the school year began, but I often forgot so I had to do it again. I have a lot of problems with my memory and this is something the school tries to help me with as the teachers are the kindest people to me in my childhood.
I went to my locker number 203 , two for the second floor, and the rest for the number. I went to it, and placed my books in my locker which was placed right next to the EBD classroom. At this time my friend Sandy Davis came up to me and placed her hands around my eyes surprising me when she said guess who. I went to my first class talking with her. She was a lovely girl who had problems like me, her dad did drugs and was in jail and her mother was just plain gone so she lived with her grandparents not far from me in town. Sandy Davis is a very attractive girl the same age as me with tan skin from all of the sports she plays. Sandy also has gold blond hair that she wears in a ponytail and blue eyes, she had vary refined features for a girl her age like she was nobility if that existed in the U.S. these days. Not many people liked either of us so we got along together quite well.
I hoped she was doing good over the summer as she was busy with camps and sports. Sandy was a strait A student trying hard to get into college, and at our age we had to begin to worry about that kind of thing, it is just what one did.
As we walked down the hallway I saw I girl my age that I had never seen before , she must have been new to the town. This new girl was quite lovely with her long red hair and strange orange eyes. I had never seen eyes like those before, but it seemed no one else noticed them being that color that was not normal to me at least. I continued to class and the rest of the day was uneventful.
I got home . I went to bed dreaming the same dream I always had.
“ Greetings sire I am glad that you have arrived,” I opened my eyes, I was in this strange place I went to every time I slept. I looked up at Samual, his gray hair and long beard bellied the fact that he was a fierce killer and in tip top shape. I got out of my bed looking at myself as I thought about what I wanted to wear and it appeared on me. I looked at myself in the reflection pool and saw my fine face the same as when I was on earth, my short spiked blond hair as well as my to calm blue eyes that always hid my true self in this dream at least.
“ So I saw
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