Decedents

Chapter One : My Average High school is visited by the FBI ?

    Myname is Demmy Joan Grace, I'm 17 and live in the town of Hillside,and I attend Hillside High, the town's drastically average highschool. It's school grades were not high or low just average and itwas filled with average stereotypical teenagers, separated in to theaverage sectors of the Jocks and The burnouts, and the jocks wereseparated in to the groups, of the highly popular teens, the sportstars, and the wannabe's. The burnouts were separated into theaverage groups of Losers, Addicts, and Goths. If it has to do withHillside high, or simply the town of hillside it would be safe tosimply assume that it was average. And nothing ever happened.

   Howeverone day something changed something .. happened. It was during my3rd period class, my most hated and poorest subject. Algebra. Isucked at algebra; in fact I sucked at anything to do with math. Ifit had numbers then I couldn't do whatever it was. The jocks willsay I'm a moron that can't add 4 +9, but I can, if you let mecount on my fingers and give me a few seconds. The burnouts will tellyou I'm lazy or born without any luck, my teachers will inform youI'm mentally challenged. If you ask me I just suck at math. Butnobody ever asks, I guest the world perfers to make an ass out of youand me.

   Soas I was saying in the middle of algebra class, I'm sitting in thefront of the class reading the lord of the rings instead of answeringan equation that has far too many vowels and constants and too fewnumerals to be considered math. When the class door opens to reveal awoman with short black hair with blue die at the end, she was Asianand had pale green eyes. Mr. Red (my algebra teacher.) stoppedsearching for cellphone users in the back of the class to speak withthe lady.
Hewalked over to her and they seemed to have a very seriousconversation. They looked quite professional , considering Mr. Redwas wearing slacks and a dress shirt, a nd the lady wore one of thosesuits that you see in those old black and white gangster movies. Tobe dead honest with you, that woman scared me. She seemed like thetype of person who you wouldn't want to run into during the night. Alook of shock crossed Mr. Red's face as he the lady said something.

  Myteacher turned to walk in my direction, and the woman looked directlyat me, not in my general direction but straight at me, dead in theeyes. It seemed like she was trying to stare into my very soul. Mr.Red continued walking towards me, I hastily Shoved my copy of TheFellowship of the Ring in to my book bag.

    "Mr.Grace." Mr. Red said in that highly annoying authoritative teachervoice, seriously what was the point of your school I.D. having yourfirst name on it if teachers always used you last?

    "Yessir." I said raising my eye brows as if to ask 'What the hell didI do now?'

    "Ms.Kaya is from the FBI, she needs to speak with you." Declared Mr.Red

'TheFBI', I thought, 'really the hell did I do this time??'

      "Ok...,"I stood up grabbing my book bag and the sheet of paper listingunfinished algebra equations of doom and despair. You know thatfeeling when your principal calls you up to the office, and yousuddenly feel like pulling out your heart and chopping off your legs? No ? Clearly you haven't been in the amount of trouble I have ..., but the point is while walking up to this "ms.Kaya" its what Ifelt times a thousand.

TheFBI woman leads me out of the school traversing through halls andbuilding to reach the exit were I nervously signed out and we leftthe school.

"Soam I in trouble?" I questioned the so far silent FBI agent

"No,why 'r you so worried? Been up to trouble?" queried the ladyback.
"Notreally? So why do you need to talk to me?" I asked slightly relived( et still greatly concerned )now that I knew I was not in trouble.

TheFBI woman was silent as we walked down the street; the place waslittered with garbage and tagging. It made me so angry that peopletreated the world like their own damn personal trash bin.

Wearrived at a café', it was small and homey, and had a large signdeclaring it's Free internet service. The inside was filled withred booths and wood tables.

"Sitdown." Ordered the FBI agent as we reached a small booth at the endof the place.
Shewent over to the counter and came back with a small cup of whatlooked like plain coffee and handed me a cup. What was in the mediumsized cup was the most shocking thing. My favorite coffee. A Carmellatte' with Oreo crumbles, chocolate chips, 3 shots of espresso,and whip cream. (O.K. so maybe I overdo it with coffee but it tastegreat. )

"ListenKid I'm not really from the FBI, however I need to talk toyou."
"Ifyou're not from the FBI then how come Mr. Red said you were?" Iasked confused.

"Becausethat is what he thought. I'm just good at disguises Its One of mygifts."

"Ifyou aren't from the FBI and just some person I don't know thenwhy should I be hear listing to you? What if you are some crazykiller Chick?" I questioned.

"KidIf I wanted you dead then you would be dead the second we left yourschool. You should sit in listen to me, because if you don't youmight wind up six feet under, and I won't be the one who put youthere." Smiled the lady "My name is KIRA. And if you don'tlisten to me, and if you don't come with me you will be dead withina week. So what will it be, you have a chance right now you can walkout that door , go back to your average boring life, continue failingalgebra, and being little orphan Annie, or you can sit here and do asI say? It is your choice no one but you can make it."

Isat there in that seat staring into my now cold coffee and I thoughtfor a good long while. I thought about my orphanage, My school, Mygrades, My few friends, my enemy's, I thought about every aspect ofmy life, I thought out every way I could fail and succeed living likethis. I thought of KIRA's death notice. Then I thought about whatshe could tell me. And I figured. To hell with it.

Tohell with everyone's expectations of me. To hell with the people whohave bullied me all my life, to hell with algebra , dumb teachers ,and to hell with be average. I don't know why people exist and whatour purpose is , but i'm not goig to be the average and sit aroundwaiting for something to happen, so to hell with it all.

"O.K.Tell me then. I'll stay and Listen." I said, only slightly awareof how drastically this would change my entire life, what it would doto me, what the future was holding for me, The people I would meet,the things I would discover, the worlds I would uncover, the truths Iwould find, the lies I would tell to live, the fights I would have,the duels, battles, and assassination. This was the start of my lifeand the end of my Average existence in the town of Hillside.

Asthe words left my mouth I knew though that I had sealed my fate, asuncertain I was of what my actual fate was. I knew as KIRA's lipstwisted into a grin that would out match the Cheshire cat's thatnothing would ever be average again and I was just fine with that.