Inhuman Book 1

Chapter 1

You stared at him, and he stared back with fear in his eyes. The look you were giving him was one of warning. You knew Sam, he always followed the same patterns, and you knew he would do the same this time.

Today was Sam's genealogy project and the day he would find out if he would be able to get a car. If he got an A+ on this assignment, he would be able to buy one with his Dad. You were so concerned about it because you were hoping you would finally get a ride home other than with your sister's asshole of a boyfriend. You would buy a car if you had the money, but sadly being a mechanic at a tiny shop just barely paid the bills. Especially when your Dad was in prison, and it was just you and your sister running it.

Sam was at his desk fiddling with his fingers when the teacher called for him to give his presentation. Grabbing his backpack, he shuffled to the front, pouring the contents on the counter.

"Sorry, I have a lot of stuff," Sam apologized timidly, which caused the class to giggle.

"So for my genealogy report, I-," Sam started before getting cut off by a spitball hitting his face, followed by the snide laughter of the class.

"Wh-Who did that?! People, Responsibility." The teacher scolded.

You glanced back to where the spitball came from, tracing it back to Trent, who was laughing and whispering to his friends. Hanging off of him, you saw your sister, Mikaela, who was shooting Trent a slight glare for his childish behavior. This was just who Trent was; He'd acted in that manner since they were in middle school, and it was like no matter how many grades passed, he stayed just as immature as back then. He was the reason you were counting on Sam to pass this assignment. Trent had this ability to piss you off in all the worst ways, and you could not stand one last year of his bullshit.

"Okay, so for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captian Archibald Witwicky." Sam began. "Very famous. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Artic Circle, which is a big deal." He explained.

You finally dismissed your other thoughts and focused on Sam's story. You had always been a big fan of it. When you first met Sam's family during one of your hangouts, his Dad told you the story behind their "No sacrifice, no victory" motto, which led to the story of Sam's great-great-grandfather.

"In 1897, he took 81 brave sailors into the Artic Circle," Sam said as he held up a map and pointed to the Artic Circle on it. " So that's the story, right? Here we have some basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen." Sam stated, followed by the giggles from the class from the word "seamen."

"This here is the quadrant which you can get for eighty bucks, which is all for sale, by the way. Like the sextant here," Sam said, followed by more laughter from the class.

You let your head slump down as Sam started trying to sell tools. You were amazed at how he could turn any assignment into a show and sell. Due to this innate skill, though, it would cost him a letter grade for straying from the project's topic. Realizing this, you started to try to come to terms with your fate, either find someone else to drive you home or invest in a bike. Either way, you were not putting up with Trent.

"These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses, I haven't quite got them appraised yet, but they have seen many cool things," Sam explained, holding up the glasses for everyone to see. You had always been curious about those glasses; their cracks and scratches had a unique pattern that almost appeared carved.

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell; it's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." The teacher commented.