The Weavers of Illusions

Chapter 2 con.

"What is your name?" Max said a bit louder, and with a lot more agitation. The man sighed and replied,

"My name is John." he said with the same amount of agitation as Max. Max smiled and got ready for John's questions whatever they were.

" So, have you been having any recurring dreams, or have you been continuously having the same dream?" was John's first question. Max didn't even flinch at this odd question, instead he replied,

"Yes, I have been having the same dream continuously." John raised his eyebrows, and started murmuring quietly to himself again.

"Next question," John said abruptly, now causing Max to flinch. John cleared his throat and said, " Are these recurring dreams very bad nightmares, or very good dreams?"

"Nightmares." Max said without hesitation.

"Very bad ones?" John probed.

"Yes." Max said once again without hesitation. John nodded seemingly content with this answer,

"All right, I better leave. "Go get your parents and have them drive you to school." Max nodded and watched as the man walked away. It then occurred to him how strange John's questions were, but Max just shrugged it off, and walked back to his house.

10 minutes later, Max was riding with his dad in a car to school. Max's dad was weaving in and out of traffic desperately trying to get to Max's school, before time ran out. In the back seat Max was hanging onto a handle of the car for dear life, as his dad made risky turns and cuts to get to his school.

"DAD! STOP DRIVING SO FAST!" Max shouted when his dad made a particularly dangerous turn.

"No, no. you will be late for school if I go any slower." Max's dad said, distractedly.

"NO, I won't be late, I have plenty of time, even if you slow down!" Max shouted back at his dad.

"Oh," his dad frowned and slowed down to just above the speed limit, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I thought it was fun until you got to the traffic," was Max's sheepish reply. Max's father narrowed his eyes and scolded "Max, you should have told me before, we could have gotten hurt." Max didn't respond, but just looked down and looked guilty.

The rest of the day to lunch, was a breeze for Max, as it usually was. He glanced at his math test, a good grade, as usual, he looked over his language test, which was not as good, as usual, and he listened to his teachers and had an all around a normal day. Then, there was lunch. In Max's school lunch did not have assigned seats, but after one particular incident, in which Max had not taken place in, but was unfortunately at the table when it happened, had resulted in assigned seats for all of them, in random places near the room. Max had ended up with his least favorite person in the school, who was also at the table with him. Kevin Jones. To Max the relationship between the two of them was the classical underdog vs. the class bully. To further their classic predicament, Kevin had a whole posse who follows him around and helps him beat people up. So there Max was sitting beside the biggest doofus in the school, according to Max at least. max always brought a book to school just for this part of the day. Max was just reading his book, waiting for Kevin to yank it out of his hands as he always did. Whoosh! Max didn't even pretend to look surprised as his book was yanked out of his hand, revealing the sneering face of Kevin.