Rain came down in thin sheets. Glancing up at the scoreboard as I jogged onto the soaked field our victory seemed hopeless. Oceanview High might just beat us this year. We'd be an embarrassment. No, I was the embarrassment. I was thinking too much, before I knew it I was back-down, staring at the black sky, my head throbbing and spinning.
"Turner! Get it together!" I heard a voice say, but I didn't really prosses it. Hands reached for me and helped me up, but I was too out of it to know what was happening.From what I heard later, we won the game, but I was nearly throwing up at the end, so I went straight home. Apparently, I contracted the flu and got a concussion at the same time.
Limping inside from exhaust and nausea, I saw a news reporter on TV, but no one is watching. My whole family was sick too, so they must be asleep. The headline says "PRISON BREAK: 20 PRISONERS, INCLUDING SERIAL KILLER SLYTHE MCGLYNN ESCAPE THE RIGS" Uh-oh. The Rig is a prison, though technically it's an old oil rig turned into a prison, that holds some of the most deadly and dangerous prisoners. Slythe McGlynn, for example, was a shapeshifter, and used his power to stalk his victims for more than a year before killing them and their whole family.
Just after I read the headline, though, there was a thunder. Everything in my house went black. The only light came in from the streetlight across the street. Silhouetted in the light there was a man. he seemed... long. his shoulders slumped too far and his arms went down to his knees. Freaked out, I shut the curtains. The house was completely dark. My head was pounding and I felt like puking, so I hobbled slowly upstairs and fell into my bed."Aaron?" A disembodied voice drifted into my ears. Slowly, I rolled over and opened my eyes. There, sitting at my desk was Tony. Who else? "Hey man, good morning!" he said, suppressing a laugh.
"What?" I spat back irritably, "What time is it? Why are you laughing at me?"
"Dude, School is over! You slept through an entire school day!" Tony managed between fits of laughter.I groaned. "Whatever, at least I feel better. Did I miss anything important?"
"Not really, just the unit test in History."
I groaned again, rolling out of bed.
"Here, my mom is making me give you this," He offered me a thermos. "It's soup. Makes everyone feel better"
"Thanks. Come downstairs with me." I was freezing. Why the heck is it so cold? It's three in the afternoon! So, I wrapped myself in a blanket and dragged that and Tony down to the kitchen.
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How I Became A Hero
Fantasy"Hey there! My name is Aaron Turner. I live in Periwinkle Beach, California. North of the Bay, but south of Eureka, there's not a whole lot here. Except for a totally psycho escaped prisoner, formerly a serial killer. But that's beside the point." U...