I have so much to interest you lad. And I know you are sooo excited to read how I died in agony. You might be like, Wow that sounds cool Stephen! Can I die in agony too?
No you can't
Don't go hanging yourself, jumping off rooftops, or drinking soap powder. It doesn't work that way. You will not end up where I just ended up.
Besides, you wouldn't want to deal with my situation. I'll tell you. My life is a big mess.
Unless you've gotten some crazy desire to see dudes who could manipulate fire, giant rats that are afraid of small cats, snake-headed women who sells ear piercings with a low price, and a sword who couldn't even harm people.
My name is Stephen Literate as the writer have already told you in the prologue, I'm 15 years old, I live in Oklahoma, and this is how my life completely turned around after I got myself killed.
I guess it happened last summer, July the 13th, and it was also Friday.
Yeah, perfect day to die, right?
My day started out fine then. I woke up feeling normal and cool. I got ready for school. And I spent half of my school day staring at blankly outside at the library. I was wondering about ways I could've saved my Dad from sacrificing himself in order to save me from the mess he's created.
By the way, my Dad was this famous Egyptian Magician who practices real magic using ancient Egyptian ways of it. He created a new dimension he called, the World of Letters where the people's existence are based upon the Hieroglyphics he wrote in the magic book he created from the Shards of Creation in the Sea of Chaos itself.
It was a beautiful world. I know it because I've accidentally been there 3 years ago, but it was corrupted by the most wonderful companion he created. His name was Hosmopien.
Hosmopien was a Letter far more perfect than humans. He had power that of an angel, but he was corrupted by his own power.
Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.
He rebelled against my Dad, and almost killed him, and I just happened to accidentally pass by. Things went wrong.
Hosmopien almost had me, but then my Dad had to use all his power to reverse what he's done. And it killed him.
I had regrets like, I should've known! How could I be so stupid?
But then I remembered the last words of my Dad, I had to move on however worse the situation gets because that's life, and I gotta eat pizza, because it's delicious, especially if it's spicy.
Math class was almost finished when I heard Ms. Cecillia, our Algebra Teacher, call my name.
"-- the problem, Mr. Literate." She said, showing me a grin of anger, totally telling me I'll be in trouble again if I don't answer her right.
My knees trembled, and my heart beat fast.
"I am so sorry Mam," I said, "I think I need to go to the bathroom."
It took all of my willpower not to show fear in front of her, and the class, but her fierce brown eyes stares at me like I was some prey ready to be pounced by a tiger predator. Her damn serious expression sent chills to my spine. And her black teacher's uniform makes her look more like an Assassin than an old 40 year old Algebra teacher. Ms Cecillia was like a teacher from early times. She was very strict, and she punishes her students in a nasty way.
She laughed mischievously. "This is the third time Mr. Literate," she said, "You think you could get away with your bluffing? You lazy stupid kid?"
She stepped towards me, angry and murderous, and I was so terrified and a little bit angry for her humiliating me again.
"You know very well young man," she said, "that I do not tolerate my students to be lazy and useless!"
"If I have to detain you all night again," she continued, "I will!"
I don't know if I just imagined it, but I think I heard her growl like a lion, and it made me even more terrified. For a forty year old terror teacher, she growls very well.
I thought about defending myself again, but I knew better than to argue again. Besides, I've used all excuses better than a lawyer does, but I wouldn't win against a teacher. She'll always tell me, I'm just a student. End of story. My neck hanged on a tree.
The class was sore silent. My buddy, Roland, wasn't any better. I couldn't see him. Usually, he was just behind me, but when I glanced back, he wasn't there. That was weird.
'Maybe he was just in the bathroom', I thought.
But I looked directly at the bathroom at the back, the lights were off, and the door was open, and I was pretty sure, Ms. Cecillia doesn't allow students to take a break when she was the one teaching. It was an old style of teaching thing.
He couldn't be absent, because I just talked to him sixty minutes ago, before Ms. Cecillia turned our classroom into a supreme court.
Something was just very wrong. It was just like the day I accidentally got sucked up in an Egyptian portal straight to my Dad's world, when everything got weird, it felt like a strange dream, though I'm perfectly sure it wasn't.
I turned back at the front, and everybody was gone. I wasn't startled at first because I've already lived up a weird life my own.
Cold wind blew from outside. I didn't notice it at first, but I saw all the windows were open, and so was the door.
As my eyes adjusted to the strange view, everything seemed to wear out old. The chairs looked like they've been around for decades, though I was sure they just arrived last week donated by a rich lad named, Crowley.
I felt like I just traveled 100 years in time. Lots of papers lie on the ground, and some were being swept by the wind.
I observed a little wider, and I saw that the white painted walls and ceilings, and even the white boards at the front are now worn gray. Everything felt dead.
I walked outside to check if it was just our room. And outside, I knew it wasn't. Withered grass lie on the ground. Destroyed class rooms line up the edges of the campus. The flagpole at the far edge of the playground was the only thing that felt alive and bright. The place where it stood still receives sunlight, as if the eye of the storm was there still, and it was the only place where the sun meets the ground.
I did the logical thing. I walked towards it. I was halfway through when I considered going back and checking if I could bring useful things like a boy-scout, unlike last time, when I was completely unprepared for extreme weirdness.
When I turned around, what happened really startled me.
Everything went back to normal as they were, and I looked just like a crazy kid who used the playground as an escape route from Math class.
If Ms. Cecillia notices me instantly teleporting from her class to here, I'll be dead. Really dead.
I set my crazy thoughts aside, and quietly made my way back to my room, hoping my Math Teacher wouldn't give me a death sentence.
Maybe, she didn't even notice me, or maybe all our talk was just also an illusion. I don't know. I'm not so sure. Let's just hope she's in the bathroom, and when she gets out, she'll never find out about a lazy student wandering around the school grounds.
I was six feet away from the door when a girl's voice boomed behind me.
"Not so fast, my love." She said.
Her voice seemed familiar to me, though I couldn't quite spot where in my memory her voice lies. It felt close to my heart, and important to my life. I tried to hack to fragments of my mind, but I still couldn't tell who she was.
It took about five seconds for me to recover to my senses, and turn around to solve my confusion.
When I turned, my jaw dropped, really dropped to the ground, I wondered if the earth's gravity somehow strengthened. I even forgot that she called me, 'my love'.
Man. She was so beautiful. When I say beautiful, I don't mean just beautiful, I mean majestically beautiful, like an English Princess in the fairy-tales that my Mom used to read for me before I sleep. If Disney ever discovers this girl, they'd be up to some new Disney Princess, the most beautiful one. Even a lot prettier than Cinderella, Jasmine, or Rapunzel.
Her sparkling violet eyes sends fire signals to my hormones. Her magnificent rosy dimpled cheeks makes me want to sell everything I have and marry her forever, even I the only thing I have is my old suitcase and my old haunted house, I'll still hope those would earn millions, enough to make her marry me. Her long blond hair flows through her shoulders like the most peaceful river in the world. She had sexy reddish pink lips makes me fantasize if I could kiss them while the moon shines so bright and the wind whispers silently. Her perfect figure resembles a coke bottle, just the most beautiful one. She wears a violet gown perfectly matching her violet eyes. Oh man. She could receive every praise I had if she'll let me kiss --. Okay. That's enough. Too much for a pretty girl, too much.
I always get like that when I see someone so pretty. I even forget how to breath. And I always tend to fall in love to every pretty girl I see. I don't know why. I mean, I'm not that ugly to be desperate. Maybe, I just miss my Mom. I miss her gentle touch to my face, and her soothing voice when she sings to me every-time I cry out because of the voices inside my head when I was a kid. I was just ten years old when she died in a car crash. And for five years, I've been longing for her love, and for five years, I felt like I'm living inside an eternal nightmare.
Well, I think we're getting a little moody out here. My tears. Ow. Okay, let's carry on.
YOU ARE READING
STEPHEN LITERATE
FantasyA fantastical history of a young aspiring writer named Stephen from the mysterious family of Literates. He's a young orphan who lives alone by himself, not acknowledged by anybody, and a sad truth, nobody treated him as a friend. He was the one who...
