Chapter 1: Camp
"So if you solve x-2n you would get? Anybody?" My math teacher Mr. Boucher was searching the room for kids with the answer. His eyes paused on me then continued searching. The only reason his eyes paused was probably the fact that he knew I knew the answer. Regardless I kept to myself and kept writing down my ideas for how to rob a bank.
Yes, I did say rob a bank. I know that seems completely inappropriate for a young child but hey I had nothing better to do. So far I had figured out most of the heist. I would need two beefy intimidatory thugs, a safe cracker, someone on the inside, and two get away cars. Since there was so many people involved in the heist I had planned to kill them after their job was done so that the alive people would get more money. Really it was a great course I would never do that but it kept my ADHD mind occupied. Unfortunately that's exactly when Mr. Boucher looked over my shoulder to check I was working on the problem.
He looked at the title an frowned. "Well Mr. Gallagher I think that this is quite a shock. I never would have expected you to comit a crime. Now I have turn you into the police." Mr. Boucher grabbed my note book out of my hands and flipped to other pages in it. "My goodness Mr. Gallagher. How to take over the world, how to kill the president, how to rob a bank." Mr. Boucher looked at the notebook like it was going to kill him. So for amusement he read each section out loud to the class.
By the time he had finished everyone in the class was either giving me a "Oh my God your a freak" or, "Oh my God now I have to get more information out of you." looks. It bothered me. A lot.
"Well Mr. Gallagher I will see you at lunch today." Mr. Boucher closed the book and threw the book onto his desk and continued teaching.
I silently pouted to myself while pretending to listen to the lesson. Why should I come up? That was completely unfair! He didn't even read the how to stop world hunger part! Ughh! I hate Mr. Boucher he's such a monster! Now notebook-less I was forced to sit through a full forty minutes of math I already knew.
Finally the bell rang for lunch. I was the first up and out the door. I noticed that Mr. Boucher looked at me with concern before I left his room to head to lunch and supposedly come back up. Really I wasn't going to so I had no reason to even look at him. I'll take two tomorrow. I thought.
That being the case I grabbed a partner and headed down to the lunch room. Now the lunchroom is kind of hidden. It is built into the wall so if you look at the wrong angle it is invisible. Once you do find it though it is like any other cafeteria. Big, smelling of food, and painted with school colors.
I walked to a seat in the very back corner of the room and started to eat my lunch. Lunch period was forty-five minutes long though so by the fifteen minute mark I had eaten my food and was bored to death. Normally I wouldn't be but Mr. Boucher had my note book so I couldn't sketch or anything. The only real thing I as sure about was that I was being watched.
Casually I searched the cafeteria for people staring at me. Soon I found my culprit. It was a cheerleader named Jamie. She had her normal outfit on; a cheerleader's outfit. She had dark curly hair and was a deep brown in skin color. All in all she was a pretty nice looking girl. I was always different around her though. I had one kicked a rock against her leg and it made a clanging sound. Now I'm not sure but I don't think normal legs clang.
Still she continued to watch me. I couldn't take. I looked right at her and smiled and waved. Jamie got up and started walking towards my table. This can't be good. I thought. Only a dead cheerleader would even be seen near me. Jami sat down next to me. "Hi Billy." Her voice was cheerful. I fell for it.
"Hmm." I grunted. Talking to Jami was like taking a high dosage of morphine. A little feels good but to much and it will kill you.
"I was thinking." Jami said innocently. I struggled not to say, Really? That's the biggest accomplishment of the century! "You want to come over my house after school? You know to study? Like friends."
"Sure Jami. You can drive me there." I smiled and tried not to think of what could be wrong with that.
"Ok!" Jami was now happy. "Walk to my car after school." She walked back to her table and started acting like I didn't exist again.
Really I should have thought, why is a sixteen year old cheerleader ask me back to her house the first time we met. It was probably the fact that I couldn't seem to think straight.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. In my reading class the words as always started to dance like penguins and fly off the pages. That seems weird but I had dyslexia so it was normal for me. Art I continued a sketch of a building I had been drawing. Finally in gym I had to climb a ten foot rope in ten seconds or else my gym teacher would explode.
The end of the day finally came. Walking out the front doors I found my way to Jami's car. Jami herself was already in the car and had the motor running. Opening the passenger side door I got in the car and told Jami to drive. The drive to Jami's house was quick. One because she lived on Long Island, (no where near my school) and two the fact that she drove like a maniac. Seriously She drove like she couldn't be killed unless a nuclear bomb hit her! It was ridiculous!
Still the car reached its destination in one piece. Jami's house was a huge mansion painted black and red and all those good colors. Other than the depressing decor the house was nice.
Jami walked me inside with a smug smile. I looked around on the inside too. It had maces and swords hanging every where. I even saw some helmets and shields hanging up.
I had been to busy staring at the decorations to notice Jami was standing in the middle of the room. In a very menacing voice she said "I believe its time for you to die now." Apparently I had missed some sort of speech that told me some things I needed to know. Jami meanwhile had faded and standing in her place was a vampire-ish thing with one goat leg and one metal one.
Normally that would have been surprising if the goat leg wasn't there. "Stop looking at my leg!' Jami screamed. It was hard though. I mean come on! All I could do from not staring at the leg was look at the other one that was metal. Kelli screamed again and I looked up. She was about to pounce on me and (probably) sink those fangs into my neck.
Frantically I looked around for something useful. The nearest thing was a sword hanging on the wall. Jami pounced. I grabbed. And things got interesting. Time seemed to slow down and I gripped the hilt of the sword. Jami was almost on me. My brain raced for things to do. Rolling, I went under her; to stupid to raise the sword and be done with it.
Jami landed with a frustrated growl and pounced at me again. Turning on my heels I brought up the sword and sliced. Jami screamed and tried to change directions in mid-air. The sword was quicker though. It ran clean through her and sliced her in two. That might seem gross but, instead of blood gushing everywhere she simply evaporated into brown dust.
I looked around. Everything seemed normal outside. Why was everything crazy in here? Still clutching the sword I ran out the door and headed in the general direction of home.
So I walked and walked, and walked until I finally saw a white tree. It was on top of a high hill so I thought I could look from it and find the nearest phone booth or something. Naturally to get to the top of the hill I walked. Something was bugging me though. There was smoke rising from nowhere. Then out of know where I was standing in front of a large dragon curled up around the base of the tree.
The dragon raised its head and saw me. "Nice dragon, good dragon." I cooed. The dragon was not swayed. It rose its head and a jet of flames came and slammed into my chest throwing me down hill. I landed next to a large house like thing.
My vision was fading though. I was aware of the fact that I was on fire though. The flames liked across my chest and burnt my skin. The pain was the most horrible though. It was so painful I couldn't even scream. The feeling was like having one of those silent laughing fits where you can't breath.
I'm dying I thought. Well wherever they send me I'll have some crazy tales to tell.
The last thing before fading into blackness was the feeling of being burnt alive.
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