I sighed finishing my last class, Geometry sucks! I mentally screamed as the teacher continued scribbling nonsense on the board, the bright white screen burned my eyes so I put my head down, “everyone tomorrow we have a quiz better prepare!” I nodded from the bundle I was in on top of my desk, chewing on the strings of my red hoody. The loud, high pitched ding of the bell startled me. I jumped upward catching concerned glances.
“Wasn’t sleeping,” I informed my teacher who laughed, he waved his pen at the door.
“Yea right, go home and do that,” I laughed awkwardly then grabbed my towering stack of books.
“Never will get used to that dare bell, it’s so loud,” the girl next to me swung a purple purse over her shoulder with a smile. I stood up and turned towards the door. She flipped her long, curly blonde hair.
“True, bet the teachers don’t even hear it… One day we are all going to try and leave and we’ll get hit by a cane and told to sit down.
“I’m not that old mister Kingsley,” my teacher glared at me jokingly. I laughed, a real laugh and walked out the door, the girl who spoke ran after me. Her bright pink skirt swayed as she handed my a flyer.
“There is a party tonight, my house. You should come,” she flashed her perfect teeth and brightened her perfect blue eyes, they twinkled like a lake in the spring time. I couldn’t stand rich kids, their so perfect. Just like the high school stereotype. I smiled at her as painful as it was and took the paper.
“Thanks, I’ll see. Might be busy tonight,” she laughed and walked away.
“So, Karrisa Marcs has asked you to a party?” Noah walked beside me flicking red hair from his eyes, his pale freckled face scrunched as he impersonated her.
“You should totally come to my party Jackson! It would like be so cool to date a bad boy, come here sweet cheeks,” he moved closer making smacking noises with his lips. I laughed and pushed his face away. He planted his hands on his hips looking like a cross dressing diva with his long black hoody and sagged pants.
“Jealous you didn’t get invited?” He frowned.
“No way I wouldn’t go If I was invited!” He crossed his arms and pouted, his jacket lifted showing a peek of the abs he spent summer working on.
“Don’t worry I wont fall for her tricks, I don’t even want to go anyway,” I threw the flyer in the trash walking through the glass double doors.
“Sure, dude. See you this weekend!” Noah turned and waved as he ran down the side walk meeting up with four kids who carried skateboards. I continued walking climbing the stairs of my bright yellow bus sitting in the farthest seat. My orange and black head phones slipped snuggly into my ears blaring trap music as the bus drove me home.
“How was your day?” My dad ask, I shrugged and walked into the dinning room dropping my bag onto the floor.
“Nothin new, work, work and more work…” I piled my homework onto the table filling out the papers one by one. After hours of reading and mentally murdering all my teachers I finished and ate.
“Top ramen?” My dad nodded, Thursday’s tradition ever since mom died of cancer three years ago. I pushed away the memory and slurped the noodles hungrily then put my dish in the sink for cleaning tomorrow. “Good night,” I called and walked upstairs stripping down to my underwear before hopping into bed.
Time skip“Jackson!” I launched forward flinging my camo comforter over the edge of my bed.
“What!” I shouted and spun towards the door where my father stood I squinted as the lights were turned on blinding my poor sleep filled eyes.
“School dingus,” my father rolled his dark reddish brown eyes and closed the door, I listened as he stomped downstairs contemplating whether it would be a good idea to go back to sleep or not. I may regret missing my quiz so I decided to get up. I walked over to the tall antique looking mirror across from me and stared at my bed head. The fuzzy brown fluff made my square-ish face look long and dopy. I wiped drool from my tan complexion as I stared wishing I had magic powers allowing me to be lazy.
“Ugh!” I grunted and walked to my dresser grabbing the first pair of jeans and shirt I saw. I turned back to the mirror quickly changing. A dark red shirt with “Tyrant” written in bold black letters and ripped jeans stared back, with a mental shrug I walked into the bathroom running gel through my hair smoothing down the stray hairs. I ordered them in my brain to stay down then walked down the stairs.
“Backpack is in the dinning room,” my father pointed still staring at the TV, Royal pains played as I nodded. I speed walked into the kitchen popping bread into the toaster moving then into the dinning room to grab my backpack. I checked for all my books, math… science.. my toast finished cooking as I ran back up the stairs to get my social studies book. I opened the door taking a step before realizing someone was standing in front of me.
“Who are you!” I yelled jumping back as the figure stood in my room. He turned to me with a frightened expression his green eyes growing wide. His gray hood fell revealing course black hair that fell perfectly around his pale face.
“This was a mistake,” I walked towards him as he opened the window, my face revealing the angry I felt.
“Your seriously gonna walk in and then pretend you made a mistake? Get the fu..” I grabbed his shoulder my hand stiffening as a loud high pitched squeal hit my ears. I dropped to my knees holding my ears, sticky, warm, wetness covered my palms. The boy grabbed my face and looked into both of my eyes.
“If you live come find me,” his eyes searched mine, recognition coating his voice as my father ran up the stairs. He dropped my head and jumped out the window. My father ran I kneeling in front of me.
“What happened, who was that?” I screamed as my father spoke, his voice only a whisper through the piercing sound.
“Make it stop!” My father’s eyes grew wide, he moved my hands away staring at the blood covering my palms. I collapsed forward knocking him down the sound finally shutting off along with my body movements.
“Jackson!” My father yelled shaking me, I tried to move even if only wiggle my ear but nothing worked so I slowly closed my eyes instead.
Time skip
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Dragon's misfortune
FantasyThis is the first chapter of a book/story about Jackson the main character finding out dragons, wizards, and sirens are real and he is one of them. I'll post a new chapter random days every week and I'll use suggestions from comments to continue the...