Introduction
“Hello?” He called out in a whimper, his voice echoes he sees three peculiar doors, one on the left shaped like a Christmas tree, one on the right shaped like and Easter egg, and on in the middle, a pumpkin. “Is anyone there? Anyone at all? Please!” He began to cry out in panic, he was in a small dark hall. A light flickers from a distance; he begins to run toward it. “What is this?!” He yelled, “Honey, wake up”. “Mom? Where are you?” “Wake up you’ll be late for school! Wake up now Jack Cemetery!” His mother called. He arose with dark circles around his eyes sweating, “I’m up!”
This is where it all began, the weird dreams, restless nights. My name is Jack Cemetery, or Jack Skeleton. That’s what my friends Bobby (aka Boogie) and Sally call me. I’m your average out cast of everyday high school. I’m a 15 year old freshmen, I wear tight black jeans, mess my hair up on purpose, oh yes and I wear “guy liner”.
Now I know what you’re thinking, he’s gay. Well ma’am or sir you are mistaken, I’m only half gay, which means bisexual. Don’t like it? Well, find some other persons story to read, because this book is NOT for you! Haters got to hate don’t they? Don’t start thinking this is a stupid mushy romance book either. I’m going to school to be tortured now, bye.
The Beginning Chapter I
“You dreamt about it again?” Sally asked with her deep amber brown eyes gazing into mine, she has voice and a face that could shame a garden of beautiful blossomed roses by the everlasting crystal clear sea. I couldn’t help but to blush a little, “Yes” I said with a sigh calming myself. “Chill, it’s just a dream. Nothing like that nonsense could happen in reality.” Boogie said with his jazz bass deep voice, he’d be a great bouncer when he gets older, even now he could.
“I don’t know Boogie, I dream about it a lot. The more I dream about it more details are in it.” I said looking more disgruntled than “chill”. The bell rings and everyone scrambled to class like a stampede of angry rhinos. In class Mr. Claus, with his well-fed round belly and plump cheeks who wouldn’t mistake him for Santa? His real name is Mr. Jackson and he begins to preach lessons about ancient Rome.
I don’t care much for the past civilizations, so I began to ponder my dream. I start to space out when suddenly I get startled by twenty-four students staring at me sending chills down my back, was I snoring? “What are you looking at?” I ask bluntly, I hear mumbles or insults being scattered around the room. “Jack be so kind and open your text book to page two hundred and ninety-three.” Mr. Jackson says with a smile as the others giggle. Coming home isn’t what I look forward to everyday, except walking Sally home to her three story tower made of stone.
Well her house does look like a castle; all she needs is a moat. BANG! “Oh geez! I’d better go check on my dad.” Sally said with a half-smile. “I’ll come too; I want to see what insane concoction your father has invented now.” Smiling from ear to ear I grab her hand and we ran upstairs to her father’s lab. “Dad?” “Over here Sally!” Her father exclaimed choking on the thick smoke that had filled the room like smog. “Dad what did you do?” Sally said opening the window. Her father arose looking a lot like an electrified Albert Einstein, “daddy, what happened?” she said, fixing his hair and cleaning his glasses. “Well you see I was trying to create the perfect serum for intelligence.” Said Dr. Finklestein who has a Cheshire smile with teeth so bad he could give a dentist a run for his money. The way he smiles makes my skin crawl the awful gapped, yellow, razor teeth. I looked around to avoid his stare. “So Jack, how’s your mother doing” he chuckled. You’d believe that he’d be smart enough to go get his razors fixed by a dentist by apparently not, I thought backing away slowly.
“She’s doing well. I have to go, catch you later.” Winking at Sally I scurried down the stairs, “walking Sally home a lot lately.” Mom said as I skidded into the kitchen through the back door. “So, you like her or something?” mom teased. “Nah just a friend, she’s my best friend.” I run for the phone and dialed Shannon’s number (Lock) my “blood brother” I called him.
