Putting back the gods

Chapter Three

All around William wind started coming out of nowhere. His windows were closed but it felt like he was in the middle of a tornado. His hair violently whipped his face and then it stopped. Everything was quiet. Everything was still. He did not dare move afraid that something would happen. And then like a gunshot a bright gold light flashed in the air and he fell over.

WWWWW

It was a Tuesday. In Harper's opinion, Tuesday was just as bad as Monday, which was just as bad as all the other days, except for the weekend and summer break. Harper had woken up on the wrong end of the bed, literally.

On the left side of her bed was a soft rug, a couple of throw pillows, and her slippers. On the right side of her bed were books that she never bothered to put away and were simply thrown on the floor and in the corner were her spiked heels. Harper jumped up because she had slept through her alarm, again. Then she tripped over her books and landed on her heels which, just her luck, happened to be upside down. The tip of the heel pocked her hard in the foot.

"dang," she muttered as she ran to her closet and threw on a shirt, jacket, and her old jeans.

It was all downhill from there. Every Tuesday Harper had math, music, science, and P.E. In math she got back the test they took on Friday, she got a C-. In music, her voice sounded terrible because she had very little sleep. In science, she mixed the wrong chemicals having slept through the lesson. This was probably the worst class because everyone was staring at her once her chemical made a loud band and covered everyone within three feet of her with pink goo that made their skin itch.

"Wow." Said her best friend Emme. "You are seriously having the worst day in the history of ever, and anyone who does bother to go to history class would agree."

"Gee, thanks. I feel so good." Harper muttered. Emme pursed her lips, shook her head, and walked away. Her blue/silver eyes twinkled when she laughed and made here dirty blond hair look a little more golden, but they also made a perfect void of disappointment when she wanted them too. Emme was the type of girl that teachers would praise. Once a day, at least one teacher would say to Harper "see Harper that's how you do it." Or "Maybe you could try acting a bit more like Emme." She was so used to teachers shaking their heads at her that she no longer bothered trying to please them. As she walked home she noticed that there where new Egyptian statue. In total she would say they were roughly half a dozen statues. On the bottom of each of them were the scribbles. she had no idea what the scribbles meant. But, they looked like this أمامك سبعة أيام قبل أن نخرج من سجننا. She took a quick photo and sent it Emme asking what language this was and what it meant. Yesterday she thought the governor sent in a statue to redecorate the abandoned park. However, now she was not so sure. There were so many statues that it no longer looked like something pretty that should be there. It looked more like something that was multiplying to fast. Almost like lice. They keep coming and you can't see them so you don't realize something is wrong until your head starts itching.