The Book

Part 1: The Book

Part 1: The Book

"Miss Adams, where is your book?" asked Kate Adams' 9th grade LA teacher Mrs. Prodama. It was the second week of high school and she needed a book to read for her LA class.

"Well, um-" she started.

"Well," stated Mrs. Prodama. Kate was known to be a bit of a slacker. Although the trait was commonly associated with the male gender she was an exception. Kate knew there was not a book in her backpack sitting on the floor beside her. so as she reached into the bag and discovered a book she was quite surprised.

"Here it is," she said, pulling out the book. Mrs. Prodama looked surprised to see the book in Kate Adams' hand. The book was quite a long book. It looked aged and had a brown cover. There was no title to this book. Kate opened the first page and a cloud of dust escaped from its pages. The first page fell out and floated to the floor. Kate looked down at the page. Scribbled in black ink was the text 'ONLY ONE WILL SURVIVE!' Kate picked up the page and began to read.

September 10, Wednesday 1947.

Dear potato, today I get to start school. Mommy says it's going to be really fun. I hope so. We have to bring a bag of eggs to get in. The eggs are from our hens. I named them. Andrew, Victor, Lilly and Kate. This morning Mommy and Daddy had a fight. It's sad when they get in a fight. Daddy sometimes hits her when he's angry. I have a little brother, Daniel. He always cries. Mommy said she will walk me to school ...

Kate was on a grass field, but that wasn't her name. Lisa was her name. She likes to run around in the grass when Mommy and Daddy fight, but Mommy and Daddy never fight. She was wearing a blouse. Why was she wearing a blouse?

"LISA!" somebody called. That was her daddy, but that's not what her daddy looked like. She trotted towards the house. "How many times do I have to tell you, don't run around in the grass in your church clothes." Funny, Kate was not religious, she never went to church. She felt a tinge of fear race through her body. Daddy had pulled out his leather belt. And he started whipping it at her.

"OW," she cried and burst into tears. "Stop it Daddy, stop!" He wouldn't. He continued to hit her with the belt, until she was in so much pain she couldn't stand. Her back so red and swollen now. Daddy was sometimes mean.

Kate was standing in the bathroom. She looked down at the floor. There was Kristine, and she was lying face down in a pool of blood. The second thing Kate noticed was that she was holding a knife. The knife had blood on it. She then vomited, and dropped the knife to the floor. "What the fuck, what the fuck!" She ran out of the bathroom. "Someone call 9-1-1!" Kate screamed.

"What is it?" asked Mr. Roberts, the PE teacher.

"It's- it's- the bathroom- murder." Kate couldn't talk. She still saw Kristine lying there with the stab wound in her head. She had been holding the knife. She had murdered Kristine. She couldn't remember what had happened. She just remembered having that dream.

"Holy Shit," Mr. Roberts yelled. "Someone call 9-1-1!"

Kate was surrounded. Everyone was asking questions. It was just a blur to Kate. Nothing mattered. It was Just a blur.

The school was canceled for the day. She had been taken home by her mom. They had ridden in silence. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here, okay," Kate's mom had said when they had reached her house. She hadn't said anything, she only went inside, lay down on her bed, and went to sleep.

The Knife

Victor was the school jock, or one of the most popular kids in 9th-grade high school. Of course, he had a lot of things going on inside the school, like his drug trade where he sold cigarettes, heroin, thetinal, etc. He was well respected in the school. Even the older kids had never seen anything like this kid. He seemed like an adult to the others, and that is what he wished to be. Acting like an adult was considered cool. Although he seemed tough on the outside, really he was quite small. He always would tell himself that he sucks or isn't cool or doesn't even have any friends. He was very grateful for being at the top, cause he knew he didn't deserve it. Of course, he would like it to keep being this way. but he secretly had a desire to read or play chess with the other kids, kids who were considered nerds, freaks etc. He himself called them that. He hated bullying these kids. They looked like great people who were smart and intelligent, and he wished he could be friends with them. But it always seemed that what he was part of was impossible to escape, as if he was trapped in the prison of an inner crowd. He was in. They would never open their doors. No one came in, and no one went out.