Sketch

Chapter 1, Why

"Seriously, why are you picking on me?" I asked the school bully, Eleanor, who was trying to pick on me for the first time. "Because your drawings are weird," she said. "Right," I said sarcastically, "We both know what you and I think about my drawings." "That doesn't even make sense!" Eleanor said. "You bet it does," I replied, smiling. Nobody actually talks to her like that except me. Eleanor started to walk away. "Eleanor, wait!" I called to her. She spun just as the bell rang. The bell meant we had five minutes to get to class and go to our lockers. "What?" asked Eleanor. "Where are you going?" I asked. I knew where her class and locker were. She had every class with me and her locker is two lockers away. "Should of known you'd ask," Eleanor replied. She pulled out a book. "Come on! We can be famous!" she said over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. I ran up next to her. "How?" I asked.

I was crazy. She led me outside and to a shed. "What are we doing?" I asked, "Class is in 30 seconds." "Well, according to this book, a magic power orb is stored in this very shed!" exclaimed Eleanor. "I really don't think so," I mumbled as she tried to open the door. It was locked up tight. I heard the bell ring. We were going to be late. "Let's come back later," I said. She gave me the glare. The glare that told you to be quiet or else. Then, Eleanor managed to make the door crew open. We peered in. It was as dark as night in there. "Is this supposed to be magical?" I asked. Eleanor stepped in. The floor board under her foot squeaked. I saw a ball roll, then it happened.

Boom! An explosion sent us flying out. I hit the grass and everything went black. The last thing I heard was Eleanor's scream.

Beep. Beep. Beep. That's what I heard when I woke up. I looked around. I was in a hospital room. Alone. I saw my sketchbook was open and a page was torn out. It was the page in between Hiro from Big Hero 6 and a mansion made of candy. The page that was ripped out was the drawing of my writing teacher with powers (I have a drawing of everyone in my grade and every teacher with powers in my sketchbook.) and a picture of a imaginary boy I drew. I looked at the ceiling. Something seemed to be bugging me. I looked at my legs. My left leg was in a caste. I suddenly noticed the shadows seemed to be moving. I closed my eyes. I really must be hurt.

Shatter! I opened my eyes. I was still on the hospital bed, but I was floating around in darkness. My leg was still in a caste. I closed my eyes again. I must still be dreaming.

More noises. Louder. More. A voice. I heard a voice. I opened my eyes. I was in a laboratory. A boy was looking at me. I was still on the hospital bed. "Sarah," he whispered, "I'm Jason." That's what I called the imaginary boy in my sketch book. He looked just like him. I drew a scar on him. I saw it too. "Am I dreaming?" I asked. "No, this is real. I'm the one who can make your drawings real," Jason replied with a smile. The smile I drew. This was messed up.