Chapter 1
The Reawakening
I'm surronded. No where to go but to jump down the cliff to my instant death. There's agents all around me. They keep saying,"Give us the power" over and over again. I don't know what they're talking about but I'm sure it involves me. I tell them, "What power?" "What are you talking about?" They continue to say "Give us the power". They step closer to me which leads me closer to the edge. "GIVE US THE POWER" No! I tell them repeatedly. I'm on the edge. I slip and now I'm hanging off the cliff by my hands. "GIVE US THE POWER"
One of the agents loom closer from the pack and now I'm face to face with him. He's tall and strong. He's got brown hair and has a 5 o' clock shadow. He lifts me up with one hand a tells me, "Son, give me the power and this will all end." I tell him no. And he lets me go. I'm free falling to my death, then all of a sudden a bell rings and I'm in my bed. I'm awake thankfully. I wake up sweating. My mom walks in and tells my to hurry and get dressed for school or I'll be late. "Thats fine by me" I tell her. Just that second she snaps and now I really have to get ready. I go take a shower and take a toast with me and I'm out of the house. I go to the garage to find somethings missing. My keys. I run back into the house and I yell "Mom, where are my keys!" No answer. Thats weird, she was just her. I check the whole house and nothing. I think to myself, she probably just went to work. She works at the IRS.
Finally, I find my keys on the kitchen counter. And now the clock reads 8:40. I have five minutes to get to school. I hop in my Jeep and I'm off. On the way I see lots of homeless people, stray dogs and cats, and my friend Jackson. He has blond hair, and wears glasses. He's a nerd, the type that gets straight A's and gets pushed around by the jocks. Every now and then I feel bad for him and other times I wish he would just kick their asses. I yell to him," Hey, Jackson, get in!!" Whats up my nigga" he says.
It's 8:43. We have to be thier by 8:45. Two minutes now. We talk about the new Teen Wolf episode that came on last night. We have lots of things in common. Video games, cereal, good sense of humor, and no doubt, Teen Wolf. We finally get to school, and now we need to hurry to get to first period. It's History. I hate history, I'm failing that class. Jackson of course has an A. We make it before the bells rings and the teahcer, Mrs. Ryan starts class. I get bored and I begin to draw. Thats the one thing that can occupy me. A few minutes later I've drawn the Excailbur with blood stains on the tip of it. Done. Jackson sits in the front of the class and I sit in the back by all the assholes and the cheerleaders. One of the jocks, Bryan throws a paper at Jackson when Mrs. Ryan turns her back. Jackson flips his middle finger back at him. Bryan throws another one.
I tell him to stop and he tells me"What the hell are you gonna do about it?" "Oh I don't know, how about I bang your mom again" I tell him. That pisses him off. He stands up and looks at me. I stand straight up with him. He's shorter than me but stronger and more lean. Mrs. Ryan turns around and says, "BOTH OF YOU SIT DOWN NOW OR YOU WILL GO TO THE OFFICE" He sits down first and I follow. She moves him to the front of the room. I stay in the back. All of the cheerleaders look back at me and smirk. But one girl stands out to me out of the rest. Her name is Nikki. She has black hair and has brown eyes. In me eyes, the perfect girl. I have five classes with her. Cooking, AP Chemistry, French, and Algebra, including this class. She sits diagonal of me and she smiles at me. I get all nervous and do a creepy smile back which makes her laugh. Like a boss. The bell rings, next class.
My next class is Literature. I'm alright in that class.
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The Mission Chronicles: Survival Impossible
ActionWe as a nation stand together to conquer above all. Connor Lebow was like any other teenager. Until one day, his whole life turns upside down. Things begin to change and he's different. It's uncontrollable and he must find a way to control what he...