John
Everyone has their secrets. Everyone has something they’re self-conscious about. Something they’d be judged for. Like Krys’s crush on Matt we all know she has. And the way Mute acts like he doesn’t care about Super Six. I have a secret too. I’ve never told anyone about it, but I used to have Lyme Disease. My parents know but they’re the only ones. I used to neglect people. I’d never talk and everyone thought I was anti-social and weird. When my parents took me to the doctor, he told us I had Lyme Disease. He prescribed me to these pills I don’t know the name of and I took two every morning. Slowly, I became more social and generally happier. I switched to a new school to start over. More people decided I’d make a good friend and more girls started to notice me. I’m not insecure and particularly humble. I have pretty good qualities. But I don’t tell anyone about my Lyme Disease. It’s embarrassing and people might judge me. I don’t need that in my life. So I keep the secret. But one day, I realize I might not be able to hide it anymore.
“I’m absolutely sick of you, Matt!” Rob thunders at Matt. Matt looks down and shrinks. “While Nick and Joe are at least trying to kill Super Six you’re off flirting with Krys!” Scotch screams. Matt looks back up and bravely locks eyes with them. “Too bad. I doubt you can find another sucker to turn into a glowing monster!” Matt yells back. Scotch slaps him hard and blood trickles out of Matt’s nose. Rob pulls out his black gun. He rams it into Matt’s forehead. Matt quivers and makes fists. “I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you.” Scotch threatens. “You better get moving. I want one of them dead by tomorrow night.” Rob commands. “What? Nick and Joe haven’t killed anyone yet!” Matt points out. “Well this is what happens when you fall in love with the enemy.” Scotch mutters. Matt lowers his eyebrows and looks up at them angrily. “Fine.”
When I wake up on Saturday, sunlight pours in my window. My vision is still blurry and I rub my eyes. I blindly reach for my pills and find nothing. I search my night table with my hand and feel nothing. I sit up and study the table. I look on the floor to see if the bottle of pills fell but I can’t find anything. I frantically search my room looking for them. Going through drawers I haven’t opened in ages. Under my bed, in all my shirt and pants pockets. I find nothing. I walk down stairs still groggy and in my pajamas and ask my parents if they took my pills. They said they haven’t seen them but they can order more. I scowl. It takes like a month for them to come in the mail. I look at the clock and realize I’m late for work. I quickly pull on my yellow Le Café shirt and jeans and rush out the door without even eating breakfast.
“Hey John,” a voice chirps in my ears while I’m cooking some curly fries. I whirl around and look down to see Hunter, Krys and Jenny looking up at me expectantly. “Hi.” I mumble. “You wanna wrestle me?” Hunter asks. “We bet him he couldn’t beat you.” Krys explains. “Oh really? How much?” I ask curiously. “Well if he beats you we buy him curly fries.” Krys explains. “But if you beat him he needs to eat sixteen teaspoons of sugar!” Jenny cries happily. I laugh. “I wonder who came up with that.” I say eyeing her. “I’ll do it.” I agree. For a moment I feel a rush of dizziness and need to lean on the countertop. “You okay?” Hunter asks. I nod. “I’m fine.” I insist. “Now why don’t you get ready to swallow some sugar?” I tease.
Hunter and I stand facing each other. Whoever gets knocked down first loses the match. I know I can beat Hunter easily. He’s the second smallest member of Super Six. He springs at me quickly. He grabs my shoulders and kicks his foot into my ankles. I don’t fall I just shove him off me. Then the rush of dizziness comes back. My head begins to pound. My vision blurs but I see an orange flash come at me. Hunter elbows my stomach and I fall to my knees. My vision clears and I look up at Hunter, Krys and Jenny. “That seemed too easy. Did you let him win?” Krys asks suspiciously. I shake my head. I don’t want to seem like a sore loser so I don’t tell them about the dizziness. “Don’t underestimate me. Now I believe you owe me some curly fries.” Hunter says smirking. I laugh and stand up wondering what’s wrong with me. Could it be related to my not taking pills this morning? I doubt that.
