Paralyzed (Cursed Worlds Book 1)

Chapter 1

The bell rang. English language arts. My worst subject. I began to feel dizzy with fright.  Language arts used to be my favorite subject, but ever since we got a new teacher, Ms. Meridan, the class hadn't been the same. She treated us like we were 5 years old. I ran to the classroom, afraid of the horrors planned carefully by the teacher.

  "Sweetie, you're late.", said Ms.Meridan. "However, I'm in an EXTRA good mood today! I have an amazing activity for the class!" I looked around, and judging by the look on my peer's faces, the activity wasn't going to be fun. "Um, what's the activity?", I said. "Well, look on your desk, Mr. Fyron." I walked over to my desk and looked down. Laying on my desk was a notebook labeled "Writing Journal". "Ms.Meridan? What's this?" She looked at me with a shocked and hurt expression. "Why, Mr.Fyron! It's a notebook that you can use to write down your hopes, dreams, and adventures in!" My hopes are that I will be able to turn invisible and walk out the door. Or slowly evolve into an elephant. However, I don't think that Ms. Meridan will accept that.

  My incredibly witty response was, "Ok." Then I sat down to write. I picked up a pencil and wrote the first word. It was the most eloquent word in the English language. "Hey", I wrote. Then I raised my hand and said "Ms. Meridan? I'm finished!" She raced over to my desk to take a look and what I had written. She looked down and read the word I had written. "Jace, that was the most eloquent thing I've ever read! NOT! Now, get to work, sweetie." Then she ran to her desk and started shopping for dresses online. I sighed and looked over and my friends, hard at work. I then started to write.

  I labeled the top of the page "My Life" and wrote about my life. I should tell you about it. My name is Jace Fyron and I'm fourteen years old. I live with my uncle and aunt, since my parents left me. I remember that day. My mother and father had a big fight about money and then came to a consensus. They couldn't take care of me. So they told me that they were going out to eat and that a babysitter would be there shortly. I was three years old and could barely understand. They went out and never came back. Except the strange thing is that before they left, they placed a blue origami crane in my hand with strange writing on it. I didn't really value the crane until I was 5 years old.

Back then I thought the writing was a drawing of a bird. They knew how much I loved birds. Then I noticed that the "drawing" didn't resemble anything, not even a scribble. So then I figured out that it was writing. Even google translate could not figure out what language it was or what the writing meant.

  Even though this honestly shouldn't matter, I'll tell you what I look like. I have sandy blond hair and bright emerald eyes. Everyone says I look like my parents. There's not a single picture of them, though. Not a graduation or wedding picture. Nothing. Well apparently I have the same build as my father. I look really fit but I just have a really high metabolism. I honestly snack on junk food almost everyday. And I get my eyes from my mother.

  So I suppose I should tell you about my true parents, not my birth parents. They took me in when my parents left me. Plus, I never really knew my birth parents so I don't really care about them as much as I do my aunt and uncle. My aunt Ulla has curly orange hair and kind blue eyes. She also has a warm smile that is seriously contagious to the point where I believe it to be dangerous. Unlike my uncle, she disapproves of my eating habits. Also, Aunt Ulla is always urging me to come out of my cave, (a.k.a. my room), and exercise or socialize.

  Uncle Xavier is a bit different than Aunt Ulla. And by that, I mean a lot. He's usually really productive at work but when he gets home, uh, not so much. His life at home mostly consists of screaming at the TV while chugging down a few cans of soda. And I don't want to be rude or anything, but Uncle Xavier is a bit . . . obese. I honestly don't know how he married someone so obsessed with fitness. But hey, opposites attract, right?

  When I finish writing, I steal a quick glance at the clock. 12:05. YES! The end of language arts and the beginning of lunch. Yet before I can escape, Ms. Meridan puts a terribly manicured hand on my shoulder and commences to sob.
"Oh sweetie, I never knew!" In my journal, since we had to write about our "hopes", I had written about something cheesy like hoping to someday meet my parents. I don't actually want to meet them since they just abandoned me without a second thought. No. I guess I would want to meet them. I would want to scream at them for 7 and a half minutes and then glare at them for a few more minutes.

  Meanwhile, Ms. Meridan is still blubbering about how sorry she is while clutching my shoulder. It's starting to hurt. And now everyone in the class is staring at me, startled by Ms. Meridan's weird behavior. Great. I can feel my face start to heat up and face the direction of the door so they can't see me.

  Eventually Ms. Meridan calms down and I can escape into the hallway. As soon as I'm about to enter the cafeteria, a hand stops me. It belongs to the principal, Mr. Ayer. He smiles and says,"Someone is here to pick you up, Jace." That didn't make sense. My aunt and uncle should be at work. Why would they need to pick me up?

When I enter the office, there is a stranger sitting in a chair. He stands up and envelopes me in a bear hug. I stand completely still, confused. Then he says,"You've grown so much, Jace. I'm sorry but I can't explain much here. Your parents are in danger and you need to help them."

This was the first chapter, so thanks to anybody reading it!