"Evan"? My mom called out.
"It's time to get up." She got louder. I ignore her every morning knowing I have to be dressed and ready at the bus stop by seven in the morning, and right now it's 6:47. "Evan Jacob Neely." She said in a rough growl. "I'm up I'm up" I said yawning, and stretching.
I don't usually get dressed fast I always try to miss the bus, but today she wasn't going to let that happen, it's the last day of school and my birthday, and my grades haven't been the best so she won't miss the opportunity to see if I'm going to the tenth grade or not.
She pushed me out the door at exactly 6:59 and the bus pulled up at seven as usual, but something isn't right the bus driver didn't say hello or howdy do instead she mean mugged me and growled, It was freaky she looked through her mirror and let out a yell that could have woken the dead " sit!" She roared. I sat in my usual place with my best friend Nathan he always has social media pictures to show someone and today it was kittens.
Nathan liked kittens so much he cries when I say I will make them into a mink coat, but everyone knows I can't even stuff a turkey without throwing up.
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Meanwhile, at school in history we are talking about something called a Dracen a powerful beast that can rip apart the whole earth I thought it was cool and Mr. Vogel my history teacher made it interesting, after class Mr. Vogel called me over to his desk, " how did you like the lecture." He asked. "I liked it very much sir." I replied. He said he wasn't surprised with my ancestors and all, I didn't know much I know he's been dead for fifteen years, and the fact that I've never met him, but what did Mr. Vogel mean.
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On the bus ride home it was really quiet, and I'm the last one to get off, and we finally get to my stop and she tells me to stay on so she can talk to me, I agreed cautiously she began driving again and she didn't say much for a while and then when she did it was horrific she was pulling of body parts and her hair and her voice was different it was now more of a growl, and when she was finished it was the most hideous thing you could ever see the she started forming fire balls in her hands " w- what do y-you want?" I asked. "Where is he." I was wondering who she was talking about, but then she said something that told me exactly who she was talking about.
It can't be him he's been dead for 15 years and I don't recall my mom saying he new the bus driver.
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The bus is in the air going over the bridge and right before we could hit the water for some odd reason I threw my hands up and everything was frozen, I was shocked I didn't know what was going on, but what I did know is that I didn't have long so I took a bar from the bottom of the seat, and jabbed it in her heart, and she turned into dust, everything had unfrozen and I fell into the water.It was a long walk home, and my clothes were still wet, I took the alley so my walk would be shorter.
In the middle of my walk lights shimmered and a young girl walked out around my age.
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Who is He
Fantasy15 year old Evan Neely has wondered and looked and searched for information about him, but he never got anything, but he just didn't look jar enough.