Shadow Nightmares: The Time Keeper

Time Keeper

   My father is the time keeper. The time keeper who slows, controls everything. Father Time, as some may say. But my father is going to end this planet. I'm the only one who can stop it.

Clapping abrupts

"Thank you Johanna. I have to admit I can't exactly tell you what it is, but your stories are just... perfection," a woman with glasses and blonde hair known as Miss. Vera stated.

I nod. As I take my seat in the second row, I feel a note crumple under me. I pull it out to read,

"Meet me at the bleachers- L"

I fold it back, and begin to think about how long the day has left. 2:29. 1 minute until final bell, and its Thanksgiving break.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. RING!!!!!

I grabbed my bag when Miss. Vera called me to her desk.

"Johanna. I don't know what to tell you. You are incredible. Everything you've turned in. May I ask- where do these ideas come from? Every story is like a big story- I- it's unreal."

"I've never met my dad. This is just what I'd like to imagine." I look down to my shoes embarrassed to admit my sad fatherless life.

"So... is this all how you'd like to see the world? And the people in it?"

"I guess. Look I have to go enjoy your holiday." I walked away while she began to speak again. I was ashamed of myself. Who I was. What I stood for. My mom tried. So hard. Especially for my brother who is 11. She tries for him even more. I kept walking to meet the secret penman who left the note when I arrive to find Lena and her entourage.

"Ooh Father Time!" Lena Andrews dramatically states.

"Oh no! Johanna! Help!" Georgie Starsten, a friend of Lena's taunted back.

"What is wrong with you! Honestly!" Georgie shouted.

"Look leave me be. Please. I have to get home." I told them.

"Not until you give us your notebook!" Lena yelled.

"Never!" I called back.

"Get her." Lena told her groupies.

I began running and Georgie followed. Soon she slapped me so hard my vision blurred, and took my book.

"Thanks for your A's Johanna! Thanks girly!" Lena shouted blowing a fake kiss at me.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to swallow my fear and slap that girl straight back. But I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. Just like in my stories- I control the characters- and in my life, my dreams control me...