The Inconsistent Ramblings of a Constant Story Teller(A short story collection)

Spark's Dream

Walking into the foggy room, the smell of blood was everywhere and screams he heard were loud and defining. He walked over to a corner and saw a figure. The figure looked up at him; it was him with blood all over his hands. He was holding a large pocket knife with "SPARK" carved into the wood on its side.

Spark woke up from his horrific nightmare at the sound of the blaring alarm. "WAKE UP WAKE UP" a familiar voice comes down the hall. "A HIKER SPOTTED OUR CAMP SO WE GOTTA MOVE!"

Spark got up out of bed and got on the new shoes his friend stole from a house not far away. Another voice came from the room next to Spark's "I knew we shouldn't have made camp this close to the city," Lightning was one of Spark's best friends. She was kind, most of the time, "Freaking Sophomores."

Spark walked out of the hallway and came face to face with Glue, a tall, rugged man with a tremendously loud voice. Spark said, "Uhh hey Glue."

Glue then promptly yelled, "DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID, FRESHMAN? MOOOOOVE!!"

Spark ran down the hall and came to a cluster of Littlens. "Come on now children! We have to go."

One of the littlens, Jelly, tauntingly remarked, "What's gonna happen? Are mommy and daddy gonna find us?" A few of the others laughed quietly while others shed a tear or rubbed their scars and bruises.

"Maybe not that, But you don't want the Leaders to know that you have been waiting around and not getting to a more secure place, now do you." Spark had been a freshman for a couple of years now so he knew how to deal with the littlens sarcastic tones.

After that one sentence, Jelly and the rest of his group of rascals ran down getting all the rest of his class to get moving too.

Once outside Spark met up with his friend Ginger. "Oh, hey Ginger thanks for the shoes."

Ginger, a lanky boy, with bright red hair to boot, was usually quiet, except when talking to his friends. He was very kind to everyone he knew. When Spark said that, Ginger felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, "So you like them, phewww, I was hoping that you would like 'em, considering all the trouble they were to get"

Spark said, "Yeah they work great and they are comfortable, who knew that shoes were so awesome!"

Looking down, Ginger asked, "Hey do you mind if I try them on? I know they were your birthday present but... It's just that they look so comfortable and... I haven't worn real shoes... well, anything but camp shoes for... well, a few years."

Because of Spark's kind nature, he let him try them on. Just to the walk to the new camp.

Mouse Trap, the leader of the group, got outside after everyone eventually funneled out. "Are we missing anyone?" Mouse Trap was the oldest and had the deepest voice. "Anyone at all?" after a long pause of silence and everyone looking around and shaking their heads he said, "Well, let's go! Sophomores lead the way!" And the group of around 50 or so kids from age 4 to even age 25 were on their way North East. The Group had no official name. Some called it the "Runaways", others called it "Mouse Traps' Rat Pack", Mouse Trap hated that name, and others just called it the "Group". It didn't really matter what it was called, all that mattered was what it was. The "Group" was a band of runaway kids that has an elaborate system of "tiers". What rung you were on depended on how long you have been in the group. The lowest rung was the Littlens, kids that just got into camp. Littlens don't have very many responsibilities and are the largest of the seven tiers.

Next is the freshman, kids who have been in the group for 3 to 4 years. Freshman's responsibilities are to keep the Littlens in order and to collect and cook food. This tier is where Spark, Ginger and Lightning fall into.