Misconseptions

Chapter 2

Jonas walked silently through the halls of his middle school. The day was going well. He had encountered no bullies, had not been picked on, and he was on track to get to math on time. It was the eighth and last period of the day. The teacher was just preparing to do role call when he walked in.  Jonas went to the back of the room, took a seat, and got out his books. 

Jonas despised math. He could never make the numbers add or subtract or even multiply or divide is the right way at all. Sometimes the numbers even got mixed up in his head and he would get he problem more than a hundred numerals off. As usual, Jonas concentrated on the list of problems and numbers on the board that the teacher had written up before class. A strange feeling resonated through Jonas's gut. A felling of, something, when through his mind. He concentrated every fiber of his being on the first fact, 54 x 10. 

He thought for only a bit until, out of nowhere, it came to him. He sighed with relief and wrote down the fact and jumped into the air as an earsplitting scream ran across the room. The girl next to him, Alison, was frozen, wide eyed and starring at at the board. Her arm suddenly jerked up and a small index finger jutted out. It pointing at the center on the board at the first problem. Jonas looked over and saw a piece of chalk that seemed to be floating in mid air fall to the floor. The chalk hit the floor just as Alison's scream died out. There on the board there was one question answered. Under the first question was a number scrawled in Jonas's extremely recognizable hand writing. 540...

Jonas looked down at his paper. The writing looked exactly the same and the scrawl on the black board up front. Everybody tuned and starred at Jonas. They all recognized his handwriting too. Even the teacher stood up to get a mere glimpse on him. This was Jonas's queue to leave. He slowly strode to the front of the room. He glanced around at his friends and enemies withing his class. It was then that he knew that he would never return to this class. He promptly turned towards the door and sprinted away.

Jonas ran all the way back to Mayrun Road. He didn't think. He just ran. It took only 10 minutes before he finally got to his foster parent's driveway and realized the full scale of what had just happened. He resolved to think later. To think after this mess was cleaned up. He pushed all of his fears out of his mind. No... this would never get cleaned up. He had to run away.

 Jonas strode up to his foster parent's house and yanked open the door. The air smelled of cigarettes. Jonas stuck up to a secret cupboard on the second floor to retributive all of his extra clothes and possessions that he didn't keep in his shed. Jonas then scrounged around his foster parent's room for money before coming upon the conclusion that he needed food for his trip. He snuck down stairs again, carefully avoiding the squeaky third step. He turned to the right and strode down the hall to the kitchen door. He carefully opened it up six inches and peeked in. Jonas almost fainted.

There, in the center of the room were his latest foster parents. They were buried under at least 12 pounds of silverware, plastic plates, and broken glass and porcelain. Shards of glass made them look like deformed porcupines. Blood was dripping from their temples. Hot... Red... Blood... Blood was seeping out and making a pool around their two lifeless forms. The hot red liquid spread slowly, encompassing the kitchen and staining the floor a dark red. Jonas backed away, knowing that his most recent foster parent were dead. They survived the longest so far, but no one can escape the curse. Jonas turned and fled. He never looked back. He never returned to that house.