The Four Sages: Wind Fall

Chapter 1

Jays Pov

The sun was shining through my bedroom window on to the floor. The light bounced around the room until it landed in my eyes. I mumbled and sat up slowly wiping my eyes clear until the room came into focus, sort of.

I glanced around my fairly messy room and heard some shuffles coming from downstairs. I plopped back down and laid in bed. I was so tired from doing homework last night. 11th grade homework was a pain sometimes.

I looked to my right and rolled off the bed taking all my sheets with me and landing with a thunk. A voice shouted up at me, "Jay!! What are you doing?! Come down stairs!" Shouted the male voice.

"COMING!!" I shouted back down. I quickly jumped up and ran over to my closet and slipped on my white Legend of Zelda tee shirt and bootcut blue jeans. I grabbed my thin grey jacket and packed up my school things. I put on some blue and white high top shoes and ran downstairs.

I tripped on the 3rd stair from the top and fell all the way down. I landed on the floor with a thud. My father peered at me from the living room. This wasn't the first time this has happened. "Morning little mess." He said.

He had nicely brushed black hair and a casual work suit on. He was reading the news paper with his leg on top of the other in a triangle shape. He pushed up his glasses and put the paper down on the table. He had some real important job but I was never really sure what it was, and I honestly couldn't care less.

I glanced up at my brownish hair that was messy and frizzy. He tossed me a brush and went back to reading while I attempted to brush my hair out to make it look a bit nicer. It fluffed out a bit but that was natural. I picked up my pack and sat down at the table and dumped a bunch of cereal in a bowl.

The table had another chair to my right, but the person who had sat there hadn't been home in forever. I think that she left for good. It was rather sad that I would never be able to meet her. But I had done all of my grieving years ago when I was 7, but now as a 17 year old, I had more import things to focus on. I turned to look at my father.

"When are you going to be going to work?" I asked him casually, like I just didn't fall down a rather long flight of stairs. He looked up from his news paper and pushed up his glasses.

"As soon as you catch the bus." He said back. I shoved another huge spoon full of cereal in my mouth. "And there it is. Better hurry up." I glanced out the window and saw the bus rolling down the street. I shoved another huge spoon full in my mouth and ran out with the spoon still in my mouth.

The cooler air pecked at my face as I ran across the small bit of woods and out to the bus stop. It rolled right up and I stepped in side, waiting to be taken to the weirdest place I knew. Blue Mountain School.