The Chronicles of Navin: Journey to the promised land

Chapter 5: Something worse than meatloaf?

Confession Time: I hate meatloaf. (Meatloaf lovers,please dont kill me for this.) Infact, I hate it so darn much that it landed a spot on my 20 things-that-shouldnt-exist-in-the-first-place list. Lucas is the consistent holder of the 3rd position, Next to Miranda. But thats an entirely different story.

But hey, do you know whats worse than eating meatloaf?

Its when you're eating left over Meatloaf scraps that came directly from Miranda and Lucas' plate.

And yes I'm talking about scraps. FOOD SCRAPS, That should literary be fed to a homeless cat. At least at school, I got to eat REAL food, and not left overs from some disgusting people's plates. (Just incase you're wondering, NO, i didn't eat any of their leftover meatloaf. To hell with that garbage.) Unfortunately for me, the only thing these people feed me are leftovers, because they just ENJOY watching me suffer while they luxuriate themselves with their food. (Yeah, thats right. I just used a big word. Who's a retard now Lucas?) I had to deal with this ever since I started living with these sick people. Sometimes when its just too utterly, dog-shit downright disgusting for my own good, I sneak at the fridge on midnight to steal a few apples or even frozen pizza when I'm lucky, just to calm my growling stomach.

And thats exactly what I plan on doing right now. Gumdrops and Jawbreakers just wasn't enough to refill the blood that I lost from trekking all the way to the diner. All candy ever gave me was hyper-activeness, which isnt really a bad thing except for the fact that its the middle of the night. If I don't get arrested because of the bombing accuse, then I'd probably be arrested for noise pollution and excessive running.

The best part about midnight snacking is I'VE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT. For once I'm actually good at something. Even though that something is stealing food from other people's fridge.

I slowly sneaked outside my room, trying to be as quiet as I can.. When I suddenly hear Miranda's voice echoing nearby. Oh shit. I was about to go all the way down when she said something really interesting....

"That kid's a threat Steve, it would be best if we turn him in! and look, they're offering 1000 smackeroos for his scrawny ass. Would be a shame if we let the opportunity pass by."

I suddenly started hearing Steve's voice, and I immediately knew they were talking about me.

"He's only a kid. Have you no mercy!?"

"Well he ain't MY kid. He's a Real THREAT I tell you that! He burned down an entire house 3 years ago. Now he bombed his own school, they should have send him to jail even back then!"

My heart immediately stopped.. For once... she was actually right..

I AM A THREAT. I always had been. Gabe died, and it was all my fault. But thats not the only time someone risked his own life to save me.

Memories suddenly started taking over... Memories that for 4 years I thought was just a figment of my imagination.. a part of my hallucinations as a schizophreniac...

4 years ago, I found a strange stone under my pillowcase. It had strange words engraved to it that were unreadable to the naked eye. Of course, with me as a 10 year old being all curious and all, I grabbed a magnifier and decided to read what it said..

Thats where it all happened.

It just started glowing all of a sudden.. And I felt a scorching starting through my head. Hell I couldn't even understand what it felt like.. Try imagining yourself pouring lava in your head.. Now multiply the pain by 3.

The pain slowly spread throughout my whole body that I caught myself screaming so loud, that I woke my dad up. But after a few minutes, it subsided quickly and I got knocked out on spot.