Dark parallel trap

Chapter 8

After supper, the family went to the living room and began watching a movie. It was the Disney movie "Frozen". Owen's doppelganger looked at his notes. He was sure that he had written down enough. Then the doppelganger disappeared into thin air. Meanwhile Carter was sulking in his bedroom. His father had him sit in his room after what he had done in Owen's room. Francine enjoyed the movie. As did the parents. Owen liked it too. As the movie was over, he got up and went to his room. He checked to see if his backpack was still in his room. It was still there. Owen couldn't still shake away the thought about there would be somebody who looked exactly like him. Although he thought that his school and house were strange enough. Seeing his parent's clothes being a torn at the ends.

That reminded him about the clothes the teacher wore during that one English class. Owen tried to piece together things that were going on. He thinks that the doppelganger had something to do with it. He can't stand to think about seeing the students from his school being punished with doing dangerous stunts. He felt that that tomorrow would be a normal day. He just didn't want to be inside a house or a school that seemed evil. He was reminded of today when he was inside his "room". He remembered that on each of his "sister's" ears, that there was three earrings on each one. He remembered that his "mother" was wearing a long skirt that was a little bit torn. The same thing with one of the cuffs of her dress shirt. It was a little bit ripped. Owen remembered his "dad" wore a spiked leather jacket. He also wore a buttoned shirt with the words "Its good to be bad.". Although one of the long sleeves of the shirt was torn off. His "father's" whole left arm was shown. Owen thought that his father was in a biker gang by just looking at his shirt and his leather jacket. He just happy that he just had his brother Carter to worry about, rather than the "Carter" then he encountered today. Owen remembered that he was wearing regular glasses with red lenses. It made his eyes glow red. It was as if he was a monster with red eyes. He was also wearing a T-shirt with the words "Being mean is great" on it. Something was bothering Owen deep down. He wondered about the saying "Being bad is good.". "If being bad is good, how come they threw the eighth grader into the pool with alligators. If he were being bad and mean, shouldn't he be..." Before Owen could finish this thought, somebody was knocking on his door. Owen got up from sitting on his bed and went to open the door. It was his sister. She was happy to be seeing him. "How are you doing?" she asked. Owen wasn't sure how to answer her. "I'm feeling okay." Owen replied. "You seem to be different today." Francine perceived. "No Francine, it's just I had a lot of school work to do today." He responded. Francine thought that Owen was becoming a little bit paranoid. "Alright, I'm going to work on my homework for tonight. Do you have a game in gym class tomorrow?" Francine queried before leaving Owen alone. "I don't know, but I will find out tomorrow." Owen answered before lying down on his bed. Francine closed the door while leaving. Owen was quiet and relaxed until it was time for him to have a bath. Owen was wondering what was going on with his "twin".

Owen had trouble wondering about why there would a cruel punishment for somebody who would be bad at school. He also wondered about what was going on at school. Why did everything seemed different every time that he had heard the school bells. Maybe somebody was mind controlling him. Maybe he was just imagining things. Owen wondered as to why this all happening to him. "Why did I end up in a school or with a family I wasn't familiar with whenever he heard the school bells? I think somebody is trying to make me crazy. Somebody must be trying to brainwash me!" Owen said to himself in his mind. After his bath, Owen went to his room and closed his eyes, then he heard the noise of the school bells. Afterwards, he heard sound of rock music and heavy metal music on full blast coming from the living room, Owen used his pillow to cover his ears. He thought that he was going to be having a rough night. After five minutes of the loud music, the school bells rang again. Then everything was quiet. Owen, happy that it was quiet again, went to sleep at once. The next two days were ordinary, the only time he heard the sound of the school bells were at school. He was not in a house or a school he was not familiar with. He had played volleyball in the gym. Owen also played soccer on the school's soccer field. The third day afterwards, he went to gym class as normal. All of his teammates were there. One of them seemed different. He was feeling a little nervous around Owen and his teammates. The gym teacher had the students playing basketball. Owen was a great basketball player out of all of his team. His friend wasn't doing so well. He was shaking a little bit with hands. The friend was playing with the opposing team. His teammates didn't trust him as much. During the next few games. This friend won four points for the opposing team.

The game was nearly a tie. Owen's team won by only two points. The teammates all said, "Good game." to each other. Owen and his friend were the first people in the boys change room. The friend ran next to the washrooms of the change room. He looked at Owen, while Owen looked back at him. The teammate pulled something around his neck. The whole head appeared to be made from some kind of material from the outside. Owen opened his mouth wide. It wasn't his teammate. It was the eighth grader who got suspended from school. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be..." before Owen could say anything else. The eighth grader went to put his hand on his mouth. Owen put both of his hands on his wrists. The eighth grader tried to push Owen away, but Owen made him trip. He fell on the floor hitting his back. Owen went to the door to get some help. "Wait! I'm not here to hurt you!" He claimed. Owen wasn't sure if he should believe him or not. The eighth grader took off his shirt. There was another shirt under it. It was a black shirt that had these words on it "It's great to be bad!". Owen was shocked. He felt that he was imagining things. "This is only a dream. This is only a dream." Owen said to himself. He could feel a foot hitting him on the ankle. "This is no dream Owen. I am real." Owen opened his eyes and looked at the eighth grader's face. He wondered if he should start running away and get his teammates, or that he should try and get away from him. The eighth grader had an emotionless yet serious face. "Yes, I know that I am suspended. But I'm not the guy who's suspended from your school. I'm the boy who is suspended from another school." He disclosed. "What other school do you go to? Is it a school that teaches you to disguise yourself as if you were somebody else?" Owen asked. "Hey Owen! What's going on? Who are you talking to?" One of his teammates asked as the door to the changeroom was opened a little. "Help! There's somebody here! There's somebody who's disguised as one of our friends!" Owen shouted.

Two of Owen's teammates burst into the room. Owen turned to face them. "Guys! There's somebody..." Owen's sentence trailed off. The eighth grader was nowhere to be seen. The first teammate looked around. "Very good Owen. Are you already practicing for April fools day or something?" He asked. "Yeah? What's the shouting about?" the second teammate queried him. "Do I look like I'm joking?" Owen pumped, reacting to his teammates not taking him seriously. The two teammates were a little scared, but they think that Owen is starting to turn crazy. At the back of the changeroom, there was the sound of moaning. Owen shuffled his foot steps sideways. He slipped over to the row of hangers close to a bench far away from the door to the hallway. The second teammate followed behind him. Owen breathed a sigh of relief but was not surprised when he saw the teammate the eighth grader was pretending to be laying down on the floor earlier. The teammate's name is Larry. He tried to pull himself up using the bench. The two teammates opened their mouths in surprise. "Chase, Pat, where am I?" Larry questioned as his hand nearly slipped off the wooden bench. Pat and Chase helped him up. They both got him to sit up straight on the bench. "Wait right here." Chase said as he jogged towards the door to the hallway. Larry had one hand feeling through his light brown spiky hair. The other hand covered his eyes. It was almost he had a bad dream. "What happened Larry? What are doing on the floor?" Pat interrogated. "Dude, I don't know. The last thing I remembered was that I ate one of those chicken lasagnas from the cafeteria. It was so good." Pat looked at Owen. "Did you fall asleep in the cafeteria?" Owen rallied. Larry shook his head. "No, then I went to my locker, that's when things were a little blurry to me. I started to feel a little bit tired. I don't remember anything after that." Chase came back into the change room. "Stay right here Larry. The gym teacher called an ambulance. They will be here soon." He assured. Owen didn't know what his teammate did that made him go to sleep. The ambulance arrived shortly afterwards. The rescue workers got Chase, Owen, and Pat away from Larry. The three of them sat on a wooden bench two rows away from where Larry was sitting. The ambulance drivers got Larry on a stretcher and led it to the ambulance. Two rescue workers asked Owen and his two teammates about what was going on. They both told them their stories. Owen didn't tell the rescue workers about the eighth grader who was dressed up as him. "Who would believe me?" Owen said to himself.