Chapter 1: Part 3
"Run Miles, run!" Aged walls and bright, graffitied lockers flew past him as Miles sprinted past the taunting voice- merely a blur as he zoned in on his destination. Almost there...! Skidding to a stop in front of locker 204, he paused, breathing heavily, and quickly scanned the grimy metal door. Its bland ashen construct wasn't the source of Miles' apprehension, but the possible time-bomb waiting inside. Miles knew that if he didn't make it to class today, Naomi would certainly kill him. Once more Miles recalled the soothing comforts of his bed, the allure of a sluggish comatose beckoning him from the confines of his room. Tentatively fingering the lock, Miles flinched at the click of the door. Please, for the love of all that is sacred...
BOOM! Cans, wrappers, and an assortment of processed sludge thrust open the metal locker door, drowning Miles in a sea of cafeteria muck. "Ah man, come on." Miles scowled in disgust as he peeled what resembled an orange peel off his pants. Just perfect. Glaring at the mess, he stood up, wiping what grime he could off in the process.
"Need a hand?" Turning around, Miles saw a boy not much older than himself kneeling down to pick up a slice of pizza.
"Yeah, thanks!" Miles grabbed the nearest trash can over to the mess, singing a song of triumph in his head. Take that Hunter. I've got luck on my side.
After scooping up a hefty portion into the can a pale hand appeared, outstretched, over the cleared space. "I'm Roy." Looking up, Miles shook Roy's hand, observing his sleek leather jacket and jeans. "I'm Miles. I don't think I've seen you around. Are you new?"
"Something like that.' Roy stood up, slugging a black bag over his shoulder. 'Don't classes start at nine around here?"
"Shoot! I'm going to be late!' Miles darted down the hall before pausing. 'Thanks for the help!" Miles waved at Roy briefly before sprinting toward his first period class, oblivious to the smirk observing his hasty departure.
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Socha Innovational Network: Origins on hold for recon
Ficção CientíficaThe Socha Innovational Network was created by seven teenagers who travel life's unconventional route. Experience the origins of the seven and join them as they explore the mysteries that plague their town. Good luck and may the nachos be with you.
