The Five Clues

Chapter Three

  Above is a picture of Noah ;)  

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Noah Patterson

"Noah." Something hard hit my arm. "Noah, wake up!" The deep voice demanded, hitting my arm again. Why do they keep doing that?

"I'm late for work and you're already late for school, Noah!" Oh yeah, school. The place I go to to learn stuff, only to forget them a month later.

I groaned as I sat up on my bed. I look over at my nightstand just to be blinded by dark lines shaped into big numbers.

7:50 am

Oh, I thought. I'm 20 minutes late for school, and it's the first day... shit.

I frantically crawled out of bed as if it magically turned into lava. I rushed to my closet, my hands searching for anything clean. I quickly changed into them, not bothering to look decent.

Ignoring my step-father's shouts from my bedroom door, I rushed to my bathroom where I actually took my time to fix my hair and brush my teeth.

By the time I was done it was five minutes past eight. I ran to the kitchen to quickly grab a snack and ran out the front door, sprinting down my neighborhood to school.

I was lucky that my school was only a few blocks away from my house. My stepdad usually drives me to school early in the morning because he has to go to work. I used to go on the bus, but the bullying went to a next level.

A group of teenagers that called themselves 'T.B.B' would always bully me on the bus. They would mess up my perfectly gelled hair or rip my backpack open and shuffle around my already disorganized binder. Once, a new girl at school named Amelia Abadi stood up for me. She had a very harsh way of talking.

Ever since then, Amelia and I became great friends. She was the one who suggested I should stop taking the bus.

Breathing hard, I stopped running and fell into a jog, I wasn't a great sprinter. I fully stopped, my hands on my knees gasping for air. I pulled out my phone checking the time.

8:15 am

"First period ends in a few minutes," I muttered, gasping for air. I started walking, taking my time to enjoy the spring weather. I didn't really care if I was late anymore.

I was too deep in thought that I didn't realize someone was tapping my shoulder, I jumped and turned around fast to see an old man with dry, pale, porcelain skin. He didn't look any younger than 50. He had a black beard with white hair crawling its way into it. He was wearing a dusty old white football shirt with worn out green shorts that looked like they haven't been washed in months. He was taller than me by a little, his chunky form almost towering over me.

I looked at his face, and gasped when I saw the color of his eyes. His sclera was bloodshot red, his pupils very dilated.

Was this guy on something?

I started backing away from him out of fear. He seemed to take a step everytime I took one back. Who was this guy? My stepfather is a police man and knows everyone around our neighborhood. He's friends with everyone in this neighborhood. I don't think I've ever seen this guy talk to my dad before.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I said, my voice cracking. The man started walking closer to me, trying to cover up any space I was making, muttering something under his breath. Shivers ran down my spine as I spun around quickly and started running.

He started speaking louder, his voice rough and scratchy. Pausing after every word he said, "Kill. Noah. Patterson." He suddenly growled, latched out and grabbed my arm, spinning me to face him before shoving me to the ground.

I screamed loudly. Putting my hands in front of me, trying to cushion my fall. Failing at my attempt, I hit the ground with a loud thud. I could already feel the cuts starting to form on my hands.Today was not my day. I scrambled up quickly, turning around to see not an old man, but people coming out from their houses.

I stood there staring at the place where I had seen the strange man as the people asked me questions.

"Are you okay?"

"Why did you scream? Oh my goodness your bleeding!"

"What happened here?"

"Did anyone see what happened?"

"What's your name?"

Noah Patterson. I thought. My name is Noah Patterson.

The world started to spin. I stumbled backwards, a terrible headache starting to form in my head. "I have to get to s-school." I stuttered trying to pry through the now forming crowd. "Move out of my way!" I yelled, the pounding in my head getting worse by the second.

Suddenly, my legs gave out and I was on the ground again. Loud screams filled the air. "Someone call 911!" I heard, then everything went black.

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Hey guys!! lol were finally getting into some drama. Okay so the picture above is Noah Patterson. I already have the pictures for Trixie and Ben but you guys could still give me some suggestions on who they should be and maybe it could change my mind... lol

QTD: (Question of The Day)

Who do you think that creepy old man is?

Tysm for reading! make sure to vote, comment, and favorite. I'm starting to upload every Thursday but dont always be expecting it on Thursdays. 

Until Later- Goat