The Dangers of the Pen

Chapter 1

Running, running was all I could think about, not what was behind me, no that would only make me shiver in fear, that would slow me down, that would let them catch up. Suddenly, my feet get tangled in something, in what specifically, I don't know. Then the ground comes rushing to my face and the whole world suddenly flips side-ways, it's a weird sensation, to be honest . I try to get up, but can't. Seems like some sort of large weight has settled on my right shoulder that keeps me down.

In what seems like less than a second, I hear howls, more than one, only they seem to come like an echo, as if I'm in a long, dark, narrow cave. Then... pain, all I feel is pain, engulfed in it, drowned in it, pain. No escape from it. I try to get up, I try to see what has given me such torture but I have no such luck. Finally as the pain becomes unbearable I realize what has happened. They came, they have me and...

Beeeeeeeeeep.... Beeeeeeeeeep.... Beeeeeeeeeep.... Beeeeeeeeeep.

The bell rang, interrupting my story, what impeccable timing, just as I was about to hit the climax, I look up to see that everyone has left and I am alone in the classroom with a very displeased looking teacher.

Mrs. Popufar has told me many times to quit writing in class, but I can't help myself, where my mind wanders I follow, I crave adventure, and this comes a plentiful in my daydreams. Most unfortunately those daydreams usually happen during Mrs. Popufar's classes, which is math, history/geography and french.

"Sorry?" I ask, not sure what she expects me to say. She just grunts, a sort of message saying that she wants me to get out of her classroom, so I do. At least I had English now, so I have an entire 40 entire minute block of writing! Yes! My English teacher, Mr. Decilio, didn't really care much what we did in class as long as we didn't bother him. We have several projects and homework at the moment, but I just gotta get to the big climax. My only joy of the day, aw well, I still have 6 more periods to survive through. As I'm on my way to my locker, I see Luca and his friend Owen walking in my direction.

Luca is like the fastest kid in the grade, maybe even the school! He's an amazing artist, good at like every sport but prefers tchoukball out of them all, and is quite smart. The only thing about him that I simply don't understand is that he's really shy for some reason, and literally everyone in the school loves him, and still he's shy. That one thing, and, why? Who knows, just simply another mystery of life I guess, right?

Owen, on the other hand, is almost the complete opposite of Luca! He's really loud, confident in himself, very techy (and Luca barely knows how to turn on the school computer!), but they both like sports (and all of them, except Owen, prefers basketball) and they're both quite funny. I guess I'm happy for Luca that he found a friend like Owen, someone that will help hi with his confidence and all, and it's not like I like Luca and all, I don't have time for that, um, uh, stuff? Idk, he'll never like a writer, artist like me I guess, it's just sad to see such a famous, popular kid, be so, shy and all. People may even look up to him, but are they suppose to do that if he would barely talk to someone, right?

Suddenly, something knocks into me and sends me slamming onto the lockers. I can't get the words out, because of my shock. This can happen sometimes when I'm lost in thought, and well, I guess my head was in the clouds again.

Then the figure approaches, so close to my face that I can smell the awful stench coming from the person. Sweat and tuna. Kimberly. She comes really close and starts talking in her evil tone,

"Hey there dreamer, seems like you haven't been paying attention, again. Well then, I'm sure this will send you right back into your dreams?".

Time seemed to slow as I saw her wind up, her fist tightened, her arm pulled back, she drove her arm like she wanted to go through my face, this was going to leave a scar.