Struck by Lightning

Chapter 1

"Evan....Evan..." My own name drifted to me through the comforting abyss of sleep. I seemed to be floating quickly upward, getting closer and closer to consiouseness. Dimly, I realized what was happenening and tried to stop it, clawing at the vanishing realms of my dream world.

It didn't work. I landed with a resounding crash into my body and awoke. Darn! my brain thought as I peeled open my eyes and remembered today was my first day at my new boarding school for crazy people. AKA Salem Academy. Sure the name doesn't sound so bad, but you didn't see the ad on our coffee table.

"Are you concerned about your child's future? Do you feel there is nothing left you can do? Does you child just not seem to fit in anywhere? Well we have a solution. Salem's highly trained staff have experience working with children such as your own and can help them come to terms with their very special condition. If you think the time is right for you, then call 555-673-0095 and get help today!"

Don't get me wrong, that ad was extremely offensive toward my sanity, but what hurt twice as much was that is looked like my mom had had this for a long time. How long had she been considering crazy school? From the looks of it, ever since my first day of kindergarten. Ouch.

Anyways, by now my mom was getting irritated with me. "Evan! Up! Now!"

I moaned a little and rolled over. She yanked the sheets off my bed, and when that didn't work she opened the curtain. It was only about 7:30 but it was already light out. The light seared my partially opened eyes and I saw spots of color for a minute before they faded and my room came into focus. My Clothes and a few possesions fom home that I would be takeing with me were all packed away neatly into two suitcases at the bottom of my bed.

She made me waffles, and that meant alot to me becuase I new my mom hated our waffle maker and thought that syrup was to expensive. After our rushed breakfast, we loaded my stuff into a cab (for whatever reason, our car had exploded) and sped off toward Salem Academy.

Now, I know what your thinking: I don't seem insane or anything. But ever since I was little I had seen stuff... aweful things, things that shouldn't have exsisted, and wierd stuff happened around me. Like the time we went to the carnival and the guy refusing to let me ride the Ferris Wheel without an adult got thrown out of the park with a sudden gust of wind.

Or the time I went to the Aquarium and everyone there got eleectricuted when I laughed at the eels. There were some people with strange hairdos after that.

Sometimes, something really impossible might happen and mom wouldn't beleive me later. Sometime my 'antics', as my mom liked to call them, would get me suspended, or kicked out of school.

But I swear, I'm telling the truth!

Today, these things had landed me a spot at a boarding school for crazy people.

Salem Academy was HUGE it looked like one of those English castles or somthing, with towers and everything. My mom made a big fuss over me, telling me how much she would miss me, but how it was for the best. I squirmed and complained nd told her to stop, but I secretly enjoyed it, and by the end I got so I almost beleived her: this might be for the best.

My first impression of Salem was Chaos. There were kids everywhere, ranging from elementary school, to middle school, to highschool, to colledge age. for a moment i didn't know what to do. I didn't know where the office was, and I was too busy trying not to be trampled to stop and ask anyone for directions.

All the sudden there was a tug on my arm, just above my elbow. It was definately a person, but it was so crowded I couldn't see them. whoever it was, pulled me down a less crowded hallway, and an even emptier one after that. After I while I looked over at the person that had my arm in some kind of death grip, but I couldn't see them. I put on the brakes. Air kept pulling. I fell flat on my face. Nothingness must have been feeling aggressive today becuase it kept yanking me along, on my face, to whatever destination it had in mind.

Eventually I was dragged to a squealing stop. I moaned but froze as a voice called out. It was laughing. "Now now Freya, no need to force him like that." The voice was solemn and a little bit scary. It made me tense all over and I immidiately scrambled up, still feeling my nose to make sure nothing ws broken.

"Who-" I asked, right about when a girl shimmered into exsistence beside him. Whoa! But this was exactly the sort of wierd stuff I had been seeing lately. The girl just blinked at me.

The guy cleared his throat. "um Ian, This is Frey. Frey...Ian."

"I thought You told me to go get Allen." Interjected the girl.

"It's actually Evan." I told them.

They both stared at me funny, like I wasn't supposed to talk.

"Well I'm Leon." The man said, holding out his hand.He looked old. With a lined face, but hair that still had it's color. He struck an impressive figure, and I expected his name to be Leonardo Henry Patrick III. or something. Or Leon, but whatever.

     Freya, or Frey, I guess is what everyone called her,  was short and slim. She looked well muscled, but not bulky. She had dark hair that came down in wispy strands to frame her lage, dark eyes that were fringed with thich black lashes that stood out prominentally against her olive skin.  She was, what I guess you'd call, pretty.

     If she hadn't just dragged you down the hallway on your face that is. 

     I Leon was still looking at me expectantly, and was holding out a hand. I tore my gaze away from Freya long enough to shake Leons hand. It had an odd texture, like it was furry or feathery. I withdrew my hand gingerly, trying not to be too obvious as I wiped it on my jeans.

     Leon smiled at me. "Well, Irvan,"

     "Evan."

     "Welcome to Salem academy!"

     So this was exasperating.

     Frey stepped forward, "Let's go. I'm supposed to show you stuff." She started to walk away, motioning for me to fallow.

     "Freya, be careful!" Leon called after us.

     My heart sank as I trotted after her.

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