FRIGHT SCHOOL BOOK 1 (COMPLETE) EDITING

CHAPTER 2- THE GREAT ALLAN MEROE

An hour earlier...

ALLAN: Why am I always late to my own missions?

It astounded me how forgetful I could be sometimes. I vividly remembered making it a point to not forget 'today'. Procrastination was almost a talent of mine, and lately, it seemed to be even more frequent. I began to believe the 'idiot' who said it had to be hereditary.

If Abu, my annoying pet, hadn't decided to use my hair as a chew toy, I'd probably still be asleep by now.

Hurry.

I ran as fast as I could bumping into several men and women in white robes, their reaction at my apparent disregard for the rules here was obviously that of shock. Running in the sacred hall of Horus?...

"Watch where you going?" came several voices but I didn't stop.

"Careful there young lad"

"Watch it"

"It's that boy again!"

"Meroe...by the Gods!"

All the voices of complaints didn't bother me in the slightest, they rather oddly encouraged me, if only they knew what I had planned today.

This time I'd be even more famous or rather infamous at least enough for 'her' to notice.

I passed left into a hallway I knew would take me less time than the usual route and would present little to no blockades, this was supposedly even more sacred as it was the hall of our history.

Hieroglyphics etched into the very floor that I was running on had decades worth of information of our culture.

Opening an oval shaped door I descended a spiral stairway quickly, I hadn't really come here in a long time, it must've been more than ten years ago. I could still see the little faded sketch marks I drew on the walls, drawings of what I thought cities looked like.

The smell of lavender and roses filled the air as I descended deeper and deeper. The sounds of my footsteps echoed in the circular chamber like the sound of a drum increasing.

I couldn't be discreet, I had to make a bet that the guards wouldn't hear me.

No other option.

If I used my normal way I'd undoubtedly be apprehended by the guards especially after last week's stunt. I knew they were already on the lookout for me but I had a hunch they'd never expect me passing through here.

The Room of Prayers.

The second I reached the bottom of the stairs a large coliseum of sorts came into view. Even I in my speed found myself slowing a bit to admire the sight.

The coliseum had several large sea-blue marble columns holding a circular ceiling that had spread out as far as the eye could see to a point. From the ceiling too hung several tapestries that had beautiful handwoven designs. Green and brown vines had wrapped themselves intimately around the columns from the ceiling to the floor all over. Pink flower buds decorated the vines with millions of little fireflies pouring out of the plants.

I looked at robed individuals admiring trinkets floating effortlessly in mid air. Golden chalices, plates and crowns were surrounded by groups of three to six people worshipping them, they were always viewed as items owned by deities though some were seen as cursed objects that had good magic imbued in them. (No time to explain now)

"Meroe!"

"Shit!" I slowed my pace and jogged to join one of the groups who barely even noticed my presence, their eyes already beaming at the items.