The Wallclimber

Chapter 1

I gripped my book as I headed to my first class of the day. I found myself a seat a while before the late bell rang. My seat was the farthest from the door so if I fell asleep, it would be against the wall. I remained silent as some of the popular kids spoke to one another and Mr. Clock adjusted himself. He seemed exhausted, then again I heard that his wife had an affair so he's most likely stressed and these popular shitheads do not help. I watched as an attractive kid in the back threw a paper at some girl's head. I rolled my soft brown eyes and redirected my attention at my frustrated math teacher who was trying to teach. The students continued to talk and disregard him so he began to yell. After a few minutes of Mr. Clock literally flipping out at my peers, there was complete silence. I looked up from my book and didn't see him. He was gone, I glanced around the room, and so were some of the older students.

 

"Um, where did he go?" I turned to my peers, curiously. They ignored me and started cheering and shouting, leaving the classroom. Some people were panicking, some were confused, and some were celebrating.

 

I stood up and fixed my uniform, closing and picking up my book. I strolled out of the classroom and watched students roam about. There were people shouting that everyone who was fifteen and older vanished into thin air. There was no sound or explosion, they all just suddenly disappeared. I gasped and recalled my father at home. They both took the day off to relax at home together, we were all supposed to go bowling later to celebrate. We moved here about a month ago from London. It was primarily due to their jobs but I did something that I'm not very proud of and landed myself in this school of misfits. I dropped my book onto the floor and darted out of the school, holding my skirt down as I dashed towards my home.

 

"Dad!" I burst through the front door and searched frantically for them. I cleared through downstairs and upstairs. They were nowhere to be found. I collapsed onto their bed and suppressed tears. I- I can't cry. I need to figure out what the in bloody hell is happening.

 

I pulled out my phone and unlocked it: no service. I tossed it in a drawer. Well that is useless.

 

"Is anybody home?" an unfamiliar

voice shouted cautiously. The voice sounded male but there were others snickering after he shouted that. It could be three or more people about to break into my home. Well they already are in it.

 

I rushed towards my dad's closet and opened the doors in the back. The next doors revealed his collection of artillery. The side of my mouth curled up to a sly grin. I grabbed two of my dad's pistols and one of the machine guns. I placed the larger on on my back and warped a holster around my waist to put the pistols in. Afterwards, I immediately hid the stache and listened carefully for footsteps.

 

"There isn't anyone here, let's just grab the food and go" a female voice stated, getting tired of being sneaky.

 

I peaked at the small crowd from the top of the staircase, they were about to make their way up the stairs. I jumped out and raised both pistols to them.

 

"Get out of my house" I stated sternly, my British accent clear, and my finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

 

The three kids around my age stared at me, not expecting a fight. They each had a baseball bat in their hands. Two males and one female were standing completely still.