The Security Adventures

Chapter 1

INTRODUCTION

I always hated Tuesday. Most people would hate Monday, but no, I hate Tuesday. And Thursday. I go to Hailstone College, which, according to the people, is 'the best school there is' in the modern world. I personally think this is false. Like honestly. Hailstone Collage is a private school. Not only is it huge and is super serious about education, but it takes part in Friday Sports. Friday Sports is this little thing the best private schools set up, where after school on Friday, students take part in selective sports to compete each other in. Like, Sunset College beats us in tennis and swimming all the time, Beacon College beats us at cricket and athletics and Saint Matthew's Boys College beats us at everything else, except soccer, which is the only thing Hailstone rules at.

I, myself, am not a sporty person and I dislike sports. I'm one of those people, who prefer technology. I also love making video games. I'm Tim Kendall. If you were wondering if I have a nickname...boy, do I have many nicknames. I'm not going to list them all, but off the top of my head, I can remember these:
-Timmy
-TimTams
-Tech
-Groceries (1Wonderstruck1 you're welcome)

But, those are only 4, out of the 29 nicknames. I'm 16. I'm kinda the average kid you'd expect in 12th Grade. Yeah, I'm 16 in Year 12. Most people are 17-18 years old. That's because, like some people, joined school a year earlier than I'm supposed to, also because I was born in February. I'm glad I joined early. I wouldn't of met my friends if I had joined early. I'll give you a run down of my friends.

Eric 'Academic' Norman. One of my 2 best friends (I can't choose between them). Olive skin and a brown Afro, which he is most widely known for. Got his nickname because he gets almost full marks, all the time, even when he doesn't want to, which is scary.

Mikayla 'Mickey' Templeton. My other best friends. She has brown-blonde hair and she is tall. Loads of the boys have a crush on her. She has her nickname because...well...Mickey and Mikayla sound similar. I prefer the nickname 'Oaky' for her, as she sent a text saying 'Oaky' instead of 'Okay' by accident.

Matt 'X' Brodie. Just under the...(I guess 'Rank' is an incorrect term) position of 'Best Friend' to me. He is Italian and can't keep his mouth shut about pizza, spaghetti bolognese, cats and butts. He got his nickname for no reason. He just calls himself X for no reason.

Dawn 'DD' Dennis. Again, one of my good friends, but just not a 'Best Friend' to me. She had short brown hair and was tall hell. She's Mikayla's best friend and loves making jokes (in a friendly way). She got her nickname because her initials are 'DD' which, unless you're blind (not saying that as an insult), the same letter.

Trevor 'Knife n Cheese' McCain. New this year, but over the course of the year, has become a close friend of mine. He has a habit of saying words that don't exist and that are just combinations of 2 words (example: Wanning, a combo of running and walking). He got his nickname for his accidental sentence fail, an I quote "...and my mom told me, CUT THE KNIFE WITH THE CHEESE-wait, I mean 'Cut the cheese with the knife' forget I stuffed up!"

Mike 'Lime' Johnson. Once again, one of my closest friends. He freaking loves cats and the colours yellow and lime, hence the nickname 'Lime', which only his friends use. He is Sri Lankan, short, black hair and is awesome at playing the drums.

Arnold 'Guy' Samson. Yet another good friend of mine. Nobody actually uses his nickname often, but once in a while, we use it. He is also Sri Lankan. He is average height, with black hair and says stuff that just make people...sigh and facepalm.

I do have more friends, obviously, but these are the friends...err...relevant to this story. There are more friends I make along the way, but I'll leave it up to you to understand them and decide what you think about them.

STORY

Friday | 10:18 AM

It was Friday, which was alright. Preferably, I would like it to be Saturday, the only day I get to myself. 7 minutes until recess. I mean, recess only lasts 15 minutes, but it's better than anything. If you were wondering, boys and girls are separated in our school. I was in class 12.2 at my school. Each year level, from Year 5 onwards, is classified using this pattern: [Year Level].[class]. The girls used a similar method, using letters instead of the '.1' or the '.2'stuff. My school was pretty darn big. Takes 15 minutes to run around the whole thing, 10 minutes if you're fast. I had Mr. Gavin right now, for Math. We were correcting a math sheet.

98%?!?! SO CLOSE! Matt and Eric were laughing. I frown. "It's better than what you got, Matt. You got 53.4%!" I snap. Matt chuckles. "Then again I don't really care. Although, funny seeing you just miss the top marks" Matt responds, folding his arms, in defence. I shake my head, tilting my head to Eric. "You?" I ask. Eric gulps. "Uhh...87%" he mutters. I can tell he's lying. He's good at making lies sound like truths. But I can see him biting the inside of his cheeks, which he does when he lies. I chuckle. "Sure, thing" I say, snatching his sheet. Eric reaches for it. Before he takes it back, I read a '100%' score. I start laughing. "SHUSH!" Eric demands.

We all handed our scores in and sat in our seats, playing games. Eric was playing Madden, while the rest of the class was in a local wi-fi server host of Modern Combat 4. I shot Matt (in the game, not real life), causing Matt to start whacking me with his ruler. "Not hurting" I comment, shooting down a few other classmates. Matt grabs his iPad and slams it against me. The same second his iPad hit me, the bell for recess rung. Also at the same time as the bell and the impact of the iPad, was the over-powering loud sound of a nearby explosion and screams.

The next few minutes was a blur. People running everywhere, smoke flying about, screams, ambulance sirens, police and fire fighters running around and fear.

It took a second for me to register an explosion had gone off. Everyone in the class, including Mr. Gavin, ran outside. Our class room was on the highest floor in this giant building, where year 10,11 and 12 classes were held, so we got a view of nearly the whole school. There was smoke emerging from somewhere. When I scanned the view, I realised it wasn't just one explosion, but 3. One was the sports gym, which now had a gaping hole in the side, with smoke bursting out.  The next one was quite far away, down at the Early Learning Centre (ELC, like 2-3 year olds), which scared me. Young children had died. I know as a fact, around 30 kids are currently in ELC. 30 kids, all of them with their life ahead, only 3 years old, killed. The last explosion was at the Middle School parking lot, where dozens of cars were on fire, with what looked like a sinkhole, in the middle of the parking lot. So many people dead and injured.

My first instinct was not to run to the closet explosion, the gym explosion. I was running, faster than I've ever run. I know Mikayla and Dawn's class was in the gym. I pushed through the surrounding crowd, trying to reach the doors. Before I could even get to door, I ran straight into Mikayla. I rub my forehead, from the impact. Mikayla had dust all over her, a few cuts and bruises across her body, but she was acting fine. Her white school uniform shirt was now grey, her magenta skirt seemed fine, although slightly darker, her blazer sleeves were ripped and her tie was ripped in half. It occurred to me that I left my blazer in my classroom, but I didn't care. She seemed shaken from the explosion. I stare at her. "Are you okay?" I ask, nervous. Mikayla slowly nods. I look around. "Where's Dawn?" I ask. She gasps for breath. "With...w..." She gasps. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out her inhaler, using it and putting it away. "With the nurse" she says. She slowly walks over to a garden bed and sits own, groaning. I sit down next to her. She rubs her arm. "Hurts" she says. I pull up her sleeve, revealing a long bloody cut, staining her shirt. My eyes widen. "You need the nurse, or a doctor. Bad cut" I wheeze. Mikayla sighs. "Who would do this?" She asks. I shrug. "I don't know" I whisper. Then, Dawn pushed through the crowd, in front of us. She had bandages on her arms, her forehead and legs. "You okay, Mickey?" Dawn asks. Mikayla shrugs. "No idea" she says. I sigh. Then, someone else appeared at our side: Mrs Kruger. She was possibly the kindest teacher at Hailstone College. "You kiddos alright?" She asks. We all nod. I sat up and brush dust off my hands. "Right...lets go check up on the parking-" I was about to state we were going to check up on the parking lot, before Mrs Kruger clears her throat and shakes her head. "I don't think so. According to medical services, after you have been checked for injuries, you are to head to the bus stops and head home"