Golden Pages Come To Life

Chapter 1. Becoming an outcast

I wake up. My whole body aching. Did yesterday really happen? I remember the blows to my mind and body. Those girls were merciless. Attacking me with words and soon escalating to kicks and punches. You'd think that the girls that looked like them wouldn't be capable of that violence but I guess looks can be deceiving.
        I get out of bed and sulk to the mirror. Examining the bruise on my left cheek. I laugh when I realize that she shape of it resembles a skull. Making me look kinda like a bad ass. I growl at the mirror, making a masculine pose. I turn around and look at my room. Its a mess.
My band t-shirts are strewn all over the floor. Its a sea of black. Yet my turquoise wall contrasts. Especially with the Dan and Phil posters too. I flip on my iPod and M.C.R starts blasting through the speakers. Mom and dad are out this morning so I have the house to myself. I turn my iPod on extra high. "Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets." Gerard's voice is like a demonic angel taking over all empty corners of my room lifting my spirits.
         I head downstairs. And decide to have cheerios for breakfast. "Lucky charms is for idiots!" I yell to myself.

I fill my bowl to the rim and pour an unnecessary amount of milk in it too. I carry my bowl into the T.V room. Spilling a bunch on the way. "Eh. I'll clean it up later," I say aloud. I laugh knowing that's not true.

I turn on some Dan and Phil Games and laugh at Phil's awkward conversation about hoovers. Then I switch to some anime.  Screaming at the t.v. when chahiro is trying to save Haku from those paper things. God I'm such a nerd. I fan over senpai for a little more than realize I should get ready to do nothing again for another dreadful day.
       I turn on some Tøp in the bathroom. Rapping along to car radio. "I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate." Screaming along at the chorus.

Apparently when you sing in the shower it boosts your mood. I guess its true because I'm already starting to forget about yesterday. Flashbacks of the girls sneering smiles at me cloud my memory for a moment but I push it away. "You're fine now. Just forget about it."
         I finish my shower. I dry my hair and put on my makeup so I don't look like a completely pale zombie. I text my mom asking her if I can hang out around town and she says yes. I fist pump into the air, celebrating silently.

I've already been everywhere in my town but I never know when I might stumble on something new. I grab my house key and slip out the door.
         I make it to the center of town. Panting from this awful thing people like to call "exercise." I wipe my forehead. I look around. Theres a park entrance that I spot across the street. "Let's check it out and see what awful rapists could be hiding in here," I say to myself. I talk to myself quite a lot. I walk towards the path.
       When I get inside I see beautiful trees around me. Wow. Its pretty here. I walk on the only path in front of me.

I walk for what seems like hours taking in the flowers and trees and sun. I'm not a person who likes nature. No I'm not a hippie tree lover. So this is pretty breathtaking and unusual for me.

I guess I'm not really looking where I'm going either and I trip on something sticking out of the ground and face plant into the a huge pile of dirt. "Crap. That's just great." I look to see what caused my tumble. Its a power cord. And smack in my face is a building.
It looks old and withered. The bricks of the building have moss slithering in and over them and the door has a stained glass pane on it.  I'm bored so I might as well go in. I open the door and a bell rings.
         When I get in I notice all the books around me. "Cool," I whisper. I look closer at the sections of books. "Guide to kill vampires", "How to be cool", and "How to use your whisk"? These are weird.

I look at the desk that is in the middle of the room and see some kind of poster on it. I read it aloud.

"Hector's book emporium." "YOU BETCHA!" yells a creaky old voice from somewhere in the back of the store.

I look around in confusion trying to figure out who said that. Soon an old man emerges from a dark corner holding a book. "I am Hector. Who are you? Are you here to take my bread?" I look at him in confusion. "What? No." "Oh. Ok good."

He waddles over to a bookcase. "Why are you here?"
I honestly don't know myself. "I just stumbled on this place," I stutter out.

He laughs loudly. "You don't stumble on this place. You're here for a reason." This confuses me. "Ok?"

He walks over to me. "You look like a troubled person. I'm going to recommend a book to you." He disappears into the back and shows up with an old dusty blue book.

Its got gold stars on it. "Ah. This is for you." I take it from his shaky hand. "Me? Ok. Um thanks." I flip through it. "Wait what? The pages are empty." He laughs.

"So I see you are observant. Yes. You shall supply it with words." "Um. I don't really write stories." He looks at me sideways. "Trust me. You will soon. But use this book with precaution. As the saying says, "ink is thicker than blood," so be careful. What you put in the pages may become your own reality."

Now I laugh. "Yeah right. Well I guess I'll go home and ride my unicorn too."

He grimaces. "Do not doubt its power. You are warned. And whoever owns it cannot get rid of it." I look down back at the book. "But what if I don't want it," I say looking up.

But the man is gone. "What the-? Crazy old man. This doesn't have power." I glance around the room one more time. I can't seem to find him anywhere whatever.

"I'm leaving! Bye old man!" No response. I shrug my shoulders and leave.

I walk home. I flop on my bed.

I grab the book and open it up. Only this time, it isn't empty. The cover page is filled with a message in cursive. "Did I miss this?" I read it. "Fiona. This book is specifically for you. No one else can read this book or write in it. I mean it's physically impossible. You must be careful and make sure you don't go all crazy likr every other teenager and kill people with its power.

Think it through when you write down your story. I offer you my best wishes."- Hector.

I drop the book. Shocked. I never told him my name. What is this book? I have a feeling whatever it is, it isn't good.
               ~TO BE CONTINUED ~