'Its not easy being 14, especially when your parents have accidentally unleashed the forces of chaos into the world-
And left me to sort out the mess'
Puerto Muerto.
That's where I'm headed, right this second. You see, my names Oscar Maya, and I am from the cities, where all my friends are. Scratch that. Where my friends used to be. My mother and father are archaeologist's, people who study the past. Supposedly, the team my mom and dad work for made an important discovery , and were called to a important meeting, and left me behind. No clues. No nothing. Just a yellow post-it- note with cursive handwriting. To cut to the chase, they just said they'd e back in a day or two. It's been a month. Zirah, our house keeper, keeps hiding stuff from me. Like, the other day, she was on a phone call with 'somebody', and once I walked into the kitchen ( where Zirah was at ), and flung into one of the wooden chairs, she flung a dish at me. Literally. She hurled a china plate straight at my head, me missing it by plummeting face first on the kitchen tile. That.Woman.Is.A.Monster.
So now, I was rehearsing for my performance. I was in an orchestra band, I played the Bass ( and I'm pretty good at it, too, if I must say so myself ) and Zirah came rushing in, hurling my laundry at me. Even when I said that I would do it, she decided to do it herself. There's no arguing with that woman, is there? A pair of my boxers hit me in the face. I grunted a response, and whipped the undergarments away from my face. "What the heck was that for?!" I yelled at Zirah, a teeny bit mad at her actions from the past month. Yea, I'm stressed about everything too. My parents, mostly. She gave me a large, blue bag. "You. Use this. Pack. Now!" She isn't that great at English, actually, she's still learning it. "..... Why....?" I asked, thinking she was going to kick me out of my own house. "Someone called. They. Need. You" She rushed out of my room, leaving me with a train of questions. Who called? When did this person call? What was it about? I mentally slapped myself as I start picking up my clean clothing from the floor. I was currently wearing blue jean shorts ( which were ripped by the knees ), and an orange t-shirt, wearing my shark tooth. I shoved my beat headphones, iPhone, and charger for my iPhone and slid down the rails from my room to the living room. Landing swiftly on my feet, my blue eyes wandered the room. Zirah was probably in the kitchen. I plopped my self down on the leather sofa, my eyes almost like curtains, waiting to be closed. Zirah walked in, with someone standing next to her. He had raven black hair, brown eyes, and was wearing those rich/fancy clothing. I sat up. "Who's he?"
"Your ride"
"MY WHAT?!"
"Do not raise your voice at me, young man!!"
"I'm 14!! That's not SO young!!"
"Hpmh. Whatever, child.... Travis, this is Oscar. Oscar, this is Travis." Zirah said, giving hand features of who was who. I stood up, hand out forward. "Um.... Nice. Where are we going?"
"Puerto Muerto"
"Why Puerto?"
"You'll figure it out soon, bright one. Now c'mon on" Travis said as he dragged me out the door. "W-Wait!! I need to use the bathroom!!"
"We have no time for that!! You'll just have to pee in the bucket!!"
...........
So, now I was listening to some hard-cord-metal, nodding my head at the rhythm. I glanced out the window. All I could see was clonus, water, and that's mostly about it......
"We have arrived...." The pilot said, in a rather grumpy tone. I shot my head up. Was I sleeping...?
That whole time...?
New record!!!
"Oscar, come. Your uncle is waiting."
"Who?"
"Coco"
No.... That's not possible..... Coco died when a hurricane hit his home town... Right...?
That must be just a mistake!
Yea, just a mistake......
