Abnormal

Chapter 1

I was a normal boy. One normal morning, I woke up in my normal bed, wore my normal clothes, and ate my normal breakfast. I walked to my normal bus with my normal friends and sat down on a normal seat. I talked about normal things on the way and got to school on time, normally.

I headed over to my locker and put in the combination. I just hated this combo, because it happened to be the exact same date my Dad abandoned me when I was little. I didn’t get to know him at all. He also abandoned Mom, leaving us with a lot of money and a house. Shoving my backpack in and getting my math things ready. I sat down and talked normally with my friends about the homework and our plans for the summer. Because of Dad, Mom has to work full-time at a business suite. Sure, we might get lots of money, but we can’t talk together as much as a normal family can, with a dad and mom.

Anyways, the big things began during class. In first period math, my math teacher called on me to write an equation on the board. I walked up to the board and as I did, the whole class was dead silent. I didn’t look around the classroom to see why, because a normal class would be quiet when someone is called to do something on the board. However, this silence was not normal. Hey, I admit it, but our math class isn’t exactly the quiet type. We got a kid named Alex who is always chucking around lame comments, and thats not the only one. I probably have the list somewhere in my pocket, but I won’t, because finding something in my pocket is like finding a flea in the White House.

I begin writing the equation on the board. As I do, I realize that not only is my class is silent, but the birds and kids outside class weren’t shouting as they normally do. But I still continue writing my equation, set the marker down, and turn around to face the teacher, Mr. Peterson.

But Mr. Peterson wasn’t there. Nor were my classmates. I look outside the window and try to get a glimpse of a tree or something, but outside the windows, everything is white, a blank white! And then, I realized something...there WERE no windows! In desperation, I shout at the top of my lungs, but nothing responds. Then, I hear someone, or something breathing behind me. I’m about to turn around but in mid turn, the thing throws itself against me, and I black out as I crash my head against, supposedly, the floor. But before the rush of black consumes me, I get a glimpse of the figure. And the figure, was another mass of darkness…

I wake up my eyes, and see Mr. Peterson looking over me. I rub my head and eyes and look around. My classmates are in a circle around the two of us, looking at me in worry and shock. I hear them murmuring bits of phrases. “Did you see that?” “How did he do that so fast?” “How is that possible?”. I manage to stand up, confused, and do a three-sixty around the room for a possible sign of a dark figure. Sure, there was Julian, who wears a black jacket and black jeans everyday, but this was different. The dark figure that confronted me was not human. I mean, he looked human, but his body looked, and felt, more like a condensed cloud. I look around again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating, but he, or she, wasn’t in sight.

Mr. Peterson looks at me with worry. “Nolan, do you feel alright?”. I try to shake Mr. Peterson off that I’m okay, but he insisted of telling my mom first. I dial Mom’s phone number, but she wouldn’t pick up. Definitely not normal. Mom was always picking up calls from school. Being an businesswoman, she grew the habit of picking up the phone the moment it rang. I put the phone down and tell Mr. Peterson that my mom understands and will take me to the doctor’s this weekend. Mr. Peterson is relieved, and says to put my stuff away and just to put my head down the rest of class. I am grateful, because not only does a bruise on the back of my head hurt, but I am dizzy with shock. What did they mean, “How did I do that so fast?”. After class, I ask my friend, Davis, what he saw. “Well, you kinda suddenly leaped or teleported to the other side of the room in a split second, as if the world was lagging.”, says Davis. “You were in your chair one moment, then you suddenly zoomed to the board, back, and then in a burst of light, you were on the floor, muttering something about clouds.” I look up at the board, and realize that the equation I previously had written… wasn’t there! I become more confused. “Where’s the equation I wrote?” Davis looks at me like I was a blue crayon that came out red. “What are you talking about? You never wrote one!”