Fire & Plasma: The Blaze

Chapter One

My name is Silas Hekekia, and I have a few secrets, though one of them isn't so secret, I am mute, meaning I can't speak or really make noise in general. I currently attend a high school called Finley High, and it is hell for me. This is where my story begins.

Its seven in the morning and I am walking to my first-hour class, history of the world, and it is a waste of time for someone like me. As I walk a group of guys, probably on the football team, though it's not like I really care, shove me into the lockers lining the hallways, the handful of notebooks I am holding scatters across the dirty tile floors of the history wing. I fall to the floor from the impact and they start beating me into as much of a mess as they can without getting kicked out of school.

'Wow this day is starting great' I think to myself, as I can't really voice it. Anyways, the group of jocks walks away from me as soon as they've had their fun beating me into the ground. I quickly get up, wiping the blood off my nose, adjusting my glasses. I gather my things, rushing to class. I arrive just as the bell rings and hurry to my desk near the front of the room. The teacher, Mr. Aron, gives me a stern look, as I'm constantly late to his class, and it's not even my fault. I slouch over in my seat pretending to pay attention to Mr.Aron's dull voice and end up passing the hour without even thinking of how much time might be left.

I jolt out of my stupor as the bell rings, I quickly turn to look at the clock, cracking my neck in the process. I see that it's the end of this hour of class and stand up, loud popping noises alert those few still in the classroom of my awakening. I expeditiously grab my belongings and hurry out the door to my next hour class.

Much to my surprise, no one messes with me as I speed walk to my next class, though most of the people I pass look at me like I'm a pile of garbage. I'm not surprised, everyone in this school seems to hate me for no reason other than that I don't interact with them and praise them like all the other mindless slaves of society do. I mentally sigh as I walk into my next class, my second favorite one, Science, or more specifically the biology of mythical creatures. I find it quite weird that such a stupid school would offer something like this but never mind. The sweet lady teaching this class's name is Miss. Fanpaya, she actually helps me out sometimes.

As Miss. Fanpaya starts the lesson for the day, learning about how dragons supposably breathed fire, I spot a kid in the back looking somewhat nervous. I decide to ignore the blond, deciding that he's just not smart enough to understand and is afraid of failing. I laugh internally and turn my attention back to the lesson and take a few notes before the bell rings for the end of the hour.

I grab my notebooks and pencil case and stand up, looking back to the blond kid that looked nervous but he's already gone. 'Oh well' I think to myself, and start my saunter to my next class, as it's my least favorite solely for the teacher. The second I step into the classroom, the teacher straight up glares at me, I swear he's like a Viking or something. The class he teaches is math for some reason, I doubt he's even qualified to teach it. I take my seat in the back corner of the classroom, just as the bell rings and the hunk of gross man flesh, Mr. Korciar, stands up and yells at the few kids still on their phones. I groan noiselessly and slump over, hiding from Korciar, and open my sketchbook and begin drawing to pass the time.

I almost fall out of my seat when the bell rings, and I end up crinkling the page I was drawing on, ruining the drawing that I was working on. I would probably yell in this situation if I was anyone else, but instead, I just tear the page out and toss it into the recycling bin as I walk out of the class. I swear I hear someone rustling through that same bin, but I decide to ignore it and rush to my next class. As soon as I step in the door, I overhear some childish giggling coming from the back corner. 'They're probably laughing at me' I think, though I have no clue what they are doing in their corner of suffering. I yawn, though no sound comes out, it's still refreshing. Soon the teacher stands up and declares that this hour is a free hour as long as you keep it quiet.

'Hell yes' I think to myself as I turn my phone on for the first time today, it boots up quickly, and wow no notifications as usual. I decide to spend the hour listening to music and relaxing. The bell rings too soon and I gather my items and head to my locker.

I set my notebooks on the top shelf of my locker and grab my lunch bag. It's a simple blue tote bag that holds in temperature, it's pretty nice. I walk down to the cafeteria and sit at a small table in the corner, that just so happens to be by a window, and open my lunch bag. I pack my own lunch because both my parents are busy all the time so I live by myself, which is pretty nice actually.

I look around me before I pull out my lunch and begin eating, I happened to pack my favorite food, A salmon and lettuce wrap with a small container of pineapple. I thoroughly enjoy my lunch before throwing away my trash and heading back to my locker.

'Only two more classes to go, thank God' I mentally say to myself, as I walk back to my locker and grab my notebooks for my last two classes. I slowly walk to my fifth-hour class, hoping no one confronts me on the long walk from my locker to my class, and thankfully no one does, probably because I pass the office on the way to my elemental science class. I stride into the classroom slowly and sit down, my legs slightly tired from the excess amount of walking required to traverse Finley High. Since I find this class slightly interesting it goes by rather fast and soon the bell rings, I hurriedly gather my things and rush to my next class.

'Finally, my favorite class of the day!' I mentally exclaim as I slow down to approach the door. I open the door to the small classroom and find a place to sit at the smooth tables that fill the room. Only three other kids are in the class, but the school lets it run nonetheless and it's fantastic. It just so happens to be an art class where you just do as you please, and as long as you're doing some form of art you get credit for the class. I open my sketchbook and start drawing, filling the page with smooth lines and curves. After about twenty minutes I've got a base sketch of some form of a sea dragon. I decide to scrap it and flip to a new page to doodle for the rest of the hour.

The bell rings too soon for my liking and I pack up my pencils and sketchbook and head back up to my locker. I open the locker with practiced ease and pick up my island blue bag and pull it over my shoulder and slam my locker closed, slowly walking out of the school building. I spot out of the corner of my eyes, even though this feat is quite hard given my glasses have blind spots, a group of kids approaching me. I speed up my walking speed but not before the group of brutes catches up with me as I get out the school doors. The tallest of them throws me against the wall.

"Where's your money nerd?" He yells, probably expecting an answer, but as you know, I can't speak for crying out loud, so I don't respond. He yells in my face other slurs and hurtful things before throwing me to the ground. Just before my head smacks the ground I see the platinum blond from earlier today running up to the brute, then everything fades to black.