Spec (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7- Transfer student

Pic of Vince...

I wake up at 5:50am, ten minutes before my normal alarm was meant to go off.

When I opened my eyes I realised a few things. One, that I did not have enough time to go back to sleep, so I turned my alarm off. And two, that I had Spec upstairs in the spare bedroom.

Great!

I pull myself up out of bed and throw my dressing gown over my shoulders, tying it up at the waist.

I creep out of my room, as to not wake my brothers, or worse, my parents, and sneer up the stairs.

I get to the door at the end of the corridor and gently push it open, expecting to see Spec asleep in bed. But he's not.

Surely I wasn't dreaming this whole time, right?

I push open the door fully and walk into the room.

I walk over to the bathroom and look in there, but he's not in there. He obviously wasn't hiding in the closet either!

Just as I'm about to head back downstairs to check the ground floor, there's an fluorescent yellow glow from the corner of the room.

I turn my head to see none other than Spec, floating around. Well, not really floating...

Have you ever had a bug in your house, and all it does is try and escape to the outside world, smacking itself into your window repeatedly, obviously thinking that it would be able to free itself?

That's what Spec looked like he was doing right now.

He was repeatedly throwing himself into the curtain covering the window.

Don't ask me why.

It's at times like these when I wish that I could talk to him when he's in 'Spec' form.

I think for a few moments about what he wanted to do, maybe he wanted to go outside?

I shrug to myself and pull the curtains away from the window, the sunlight streaming through the panes of glass.

A spectrum of the colours of the rainbow fly across the room, and the colours light up the darkness of the dimly lit space.

Miraculously, as if I'd freed him, (like a little bug) Spec throws himself across the room and lands in his human form on the bed.

"What was all that about Spec?"

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, so no good morning? How are you today? Did you sleep well? Good thanks for asking." He sarcastically talks to himself.

I roll my eyes at him.

"I'm sorry. Good morning. How are you? Did you sleep well?" I ask, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"I'm good, but don't worry, I already had the courtesy to ask myself how I was today." He rolls over onto his side facing away from me.

I walk over to him and stand directly in his line of sight, waiting for an answer to my original question.

What an earth was he doing? Did he think he was superman or something?

"I do not think I'm superman." He scoffs.

My mouth opens in shock as I look at him.

"What?"

This time it was his turn for him to roll his eyes.

"I said, I do not think that I am superman."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But how did you know I was thinking that?" I ask him.