Finally...the school day was over. As I sneakily avoided literally any kid classified as, "popular", I headed to my motorcycle. Heh, Mom would've never let me ride this...But it's what I'm connected with most...I had a few stops to go to.
I...needed to go pick up my grandfather's ashes. He passed a week before-all this happened-but you haven't gotten to that part yet. I can still remember the look on the vice principals face when she was about to tell me. I felt so alone that day.
As I revved up the engine to leave the crematorium, I heard something go by, a shadow of some sort. Because of all the things I did with my pops, I've gained heightened senses, especially in hearing. I could tell I needed to get back home, and fast.
As I pulled up to my empty, lonely house, I felt a little safer. That was a big mistake on my part. I drank a cup of water from my kitchen and then went to my room, quickly finishing my homework, as it was extremely easy.
As I was putting my chemistry notebook away, I remembered the sticky note placed on the back reading, "Call me! 507-855-5587-Goldie". I dialed the number and heard an, "Oh!" and some things clattering around in the background. Seemed surprised to hear my voice, so I assumed that she didn't get calls very often. We talked for a bit and she told me about a dark guy trying to take her somewhere. Sounded bad but, I thought nothing of it.
We then hung up and suddenly I felt woozy...a feeling I had definitely felt before. "The water..." I managed to say as I realized that I had been drugged. I then fell to only see a shadow over me, then picking me up as I was completely knocked out.
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Science FictionA group of teens are taken by the government to train after taking special pills that give them powers. Follow them on their journey through this post apocalyptic world to find the one who started all of this.
