The Chosen Six

Chapter Two: Leon

Chapter Two: Leon

"I am a proud nerd. Hum. I think I like it. Thanks mom for the T-shirt." Those are my last words to my mother before I am taken away. The bus pulls up next to my house, I grab my backpack and math textbook and hop on the bus.

"NERD!" Someone shouts at me.

"LOSER!" Another kid says. But I don't care. One day I will be more successful then Steve Jobs and then we will see who is laughing. I unlock my phone to once again beat 2048 and Instagram pops up. Ugh my mom wants me to be more 'social' or whatever so she got me one. I never go on it and she gets really mad. The first post that pops up is some fashion company called One Step Up. Apparently it's the new thing and of course, I hate it. It is focused to guys who wear those hats that say swag in big bold letters and girls who are certainly not virgins. That's just not me. I will have to say, the creator is really hot. But I bet everyone thinks that. And besides, she lives in the states and I live in a small town in Germany.

I get off the bus and I am greeted by more 'cool kids' calling me a dork. They think it gets to me but it really never does. I go to first period and try to focus on my trigonometry but something seems off. At the time I didn't know what it was but I did know that today was going to be very important day in the history of Leon. That is going to be the name of my biography when I become famous for creating the next new thing. Maybe One Step Up has the bragging rights now but as soon as I complete the formula of success (I am 1/2 way done with it) then I will know how every product in the world is made and how to make one even better.

My day goes on with no one giving me a friendly hello but a shout in the face instead. And not the nicest comments either. And just to clear all of the rumors not all nerds pick their nose. That is very unsanitary and I would never do that in a million years.

I got to fifth period and Mr. Clark (he is American, that's why his name is American) says that we all have to go to the lab to get a blood test. I hope they don't use the same needle for every person because if I went after Lara then I would most certainly get AIDS. Of course they don't use different needles and when the Bundespolizei (what you Americans call the police) said it was my turn I refused to give him my arm until he washed it three times. It took a 20 minute argument until I got my way and after he stabbed me with the needle. Some beeping noise went off when they scanned my blood and I knew this was not good for my clean record. The Bundespolizei said thank you and told everyone to get back to their school work as the pulled me out of the school. One Bundespolizei pulls out a old fashion tape recorder and before I can comment on their lack of modern technology he hits the record button.

"State your name" one of the Bundespolizei said.

"Leon Astor." I said

"Date of birth"

"March 1st 1997" They ask me a couple more personal questions and then they turn off the tape recorder and put it away. "Why the lack of modern day technology?"

"Kid, don't give me another half hour argument ok? It is going to be hard enough breaking this news to your mother." The Bundespolizei sounds stressed.

"Actually it was" But before I could say anything else he interrupts me.

"Kid, honestly. I don't care. We need to know one more thing about you. Can you speak English?" At the time we were speaking in German.

"Yes." I literally say yes. But I could tell they did not understand so I said "ja" and a sigh of relief comes across the Bundespolizeis.

"Ok that will make our lives a lot easier. I bet you are wondering what is going on. You have failed a test. Not an actual test don't worry. You still have your 4.0 GPA." The Bundespolizei says this sarcastically but it really did hurt me. 4.0 GPA's are for amateurs.

"Actually it is a 6.0. I have college credits. Did I fail the blood test." I say the first part with lots of confidence. But the second part I am a bit nervous about.

"Yes. You see, that test was testing if you were human or not." The Bundespolizei says in a tone that I can't really describe. It is different. Not normal.

"Ok. So I am an alien." I say confused for the first time in my life.

"Yes, and we are going to have to put you in a holding room, in America." And that is when they stabbed a shot into me and I knocked out.