I'M ONE OF A KIND

Chapter one - The Man In Black With The Mooing Phone

I've been on the run for weeks, and it's getting harder and harder. Gosh I wish for my old life in the library, but then that man had to come and ruin it. Okay so let me introduce myself. My name is Mia Creudelo and I'm 13 years old . I can tell you that I'm a tad crazy , because I'm running for my life for something I didn't even know exist! My whole life is really depending on a couple of books. I think I've got to back up a bit for you understand right? This all started when some man gave me a book...

One day I was heading to the public library after school. At school I'm a nobody and when I mean a nobody I mean a TOTAL nobody , no one knows my name so I'm known as Loser, I don't have a single friend at school but I don't need them like teachers say, all I need is knowledge to get through this crazy world of ours. The only place on earth I enjoy being is at the public library, where my one and only friend is, Mr. Tucker, the librarian. I know what you're thinking she must be a nerd or her only friend is a librarian? Yes, I rather be a nerd than an idiot and it's not the best life in the world but it's the best I can get. I walked in and greeted Mr. Tucker.

" Ello Gov'na" I say with a British accent.

" G'day mate" Mr. Tucker greeted me back in an Australian accent. " How was school"

" Class? As boring as ever. Mrs. Smith just keeps talking about the things I already know, like seriously I may be in grade 8 but I'm taking grade 10 math. You know when I get to high school I'm going to take all my grade 9 courses in one semester in those online classes. Maybe then I'll advance . Enough about me, how was your date yesterday?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows.

" Uhmm... Awesome! She's really pretty, and she's just plain awesome"

" You know if you say that to her she'd dump you on the spot, right? You're so childish, and you're the 25 years old" I say rolling my eyes. Mr. Tucker is handsome. Perfect cheekbones, dashing smile, he's just amazing. He's around 6'2", with a chocolate brown hair and amber eyes. I guess it's his personality, because he's definitely got the looks. He's weird, random everything I am but just shows it to everyone unlike me. Once you get to know him it's hard not to love him. He reminds me of... uhmmm never mind.

" Oh really? Then how come this 8 year old scored a second date?" Mr. Tucker says obviously not knowing that two dates doesn't mean she's yours forever, but I'll play along just for him.

" No way! You never got a date since, since uhhh... oh right, NEVER" I say laughing. His glare sent me into reality that I'm still at the library. " Do you think you and her could be a thing?"

" I hope so. She's so interesting. She loves reading, I love reading . We both love kids." he says nudging me in the stomach.

Now it's my turn to give him the glare," I'm not a kid! I turned 13 in July! I'm officially a teen according to the law!"

" And according to scientist teens are suppose to be a pain in the a** , so your still a kid"

I was about to give him something back when I was cut off by an 80-year-old woman asking help to find a book. All I could say is " We are not finished " and give him a hard glare. Then I went off to my spot and started my homework. It took less than 15 minutes to finish, grade 8 math, language and French, god grade 8 shouldn't exist! I picked up the nearest book and started to read. Yes, I like every book I read .

I got distracted when I smelt something really bad, I couldn't place what it smelt like but it was terrible. I looked up and saw a man dressed in black . Oh god the smell was coming from him ! He wore long trousers, black polished shoes, a long black coat, and a hat that hid his face. He was what 5'9"? Six at most. He couldn't have been no older than 20 but I couldn't guess exactly, then again he wasn't giving a lot of hints to guess. Who the h**** is he? And why is he wearing all black? That was totally my thing! I thought to myself. I've been here practically since I was born, and I know everyone who was willing to come to the library.

The strange man approached me. Uh, Oh I thought. Maybe he's a cop ? Because I always end up getting myself in trouble everywhere I go. People think I'm crazy, there was this one time we went on a jog through the woods and I thought I saw some big dog like thing, and very fury thing battling with a kid around 16 who was wearing full armor, but when I mentioned it everyone was like "Poodle!" or "that's so cute." I'm like that's a freaking dog thing but of course their conclusion is she's crazy. I caught the big dog's attention and it started coming after me , like a normal person I ran for the hills, I can run a lot faster than I do in class, my class are a bunch of turtles. Anyways while I ran I thought I'm going to die Whoo Hoo! I don't have much to live for, like my terrible stepmother, and her two disgusting daughters , sounds like Cinderella , right? Well, I can say that the story line is mostly same but I will never get my prince charming.

" You might want to pick it up a pace!" screamed the kid chasing the doggie like thing. I was so lost in thought that I slowed down and the doggie was right at my tail. I picked it up just a notch , I wanted to scream to the kid what are you doing, run for your life I've got nothing to live for but what happened next was just... oh god. The kid came up jumped on the dog and stabbed the dog in the heart, or at least what I thought was the heart with some sword made out of something bronze, and with that stab the doggie turned to sand. All I could do was stare with my mouth hanging open. I shook my head thinking of possible possibilities to explain what I just saw.

The kid smirked but it faded. He checked his watch and muttered " Dammit I'm as late as ever!"

Then he noticed me staring, but before he could say anything I for the hills yet once again. Remember as a kid they say "stranger danger"? I should really listen to them. A kid with a sword who liked killing things? Definitely DANGER ALERT! I could hear him running after me but I ran as fast as I could through the woods and finally I lost him when I caught up with my class. Maybe I didn't lose him , maybe he was just scared of Mr. Brampton and let me tell you there isn't anything pretty about him , but that was the last I saw of that kid.

So what if this man is taking me to a mental hospital, because when I told everyone what happened everyone thought I was a crazy freak , and everyone always stood a few steps away from me. Instead the man in black made a weird grunting noise, I don't even know what sound he made and with a thud he dropped a book he had on my desk.

I looked up at him and said trying to hold my breath," Do I look like I'm a librarian? I'm only 13, I may be old but not that old. Go take it to the information desk. By the way you reek." but he left it there, nodded his head towards I picked it up and said, "Gosh I'll do it." but he put his hand out in front of me not letting me move. I was gagging like crazy his armpits were the worst ! I felt like I was going to throw up but he put his arm down when his phone rang.

" .MOOOOOOOOOO" his phone rang.

"Did I hear that right? MOO? You have a cow saying moo for a ringtone?" he grinned like he was proud. Then something clicked in my head this guy didn't just smell bad he smelt like freaking cow manure! Did he shower in cow poop scented soap? Man I didn't want to know.

He kept saying something that wasn't English, what was it Greek? Latin? No, it was both. Who talks two languages in one? I caught the last couple of words he said," Yes, she's here. I'll take her with me." Maybe he is a cop ! Why does everything happen to me?

I dashed to the information desk where Mr. Trucker was.

" What up?" he asked

" Uhmm, can you like tell that man over there to leave he smells terrible."

" I know right. I could smell him from here"

The man in black with the mooing phone came towards me but stopped when he saw Mr. Tucker at my side. With that he left the library, but little did I know that this was only the beginning.

" That was weird . Here I think he meant to return this. " I gave the book to Mr. Tucker.

"This book isn't from here. We don't have any record of any of these books, this was his own copy."

" Okay, then add it to your library collection"

He turned to the first page," Hey there's a sketch here with a 20ish year old man, and a little girl hugging a panda. It says here 'To : Poison.' "

"Wait what? Poison? Let me see that." I grabbed the book and my eyes widened. " Do you think I could keep this?"

" Yeah?"

" I'm going to go home."

" But it's only 6:30. Don't you have to be home at 7?

" It reeks way too bad in here" and I dashed to my house.

I went into my house or at least my so called house and went into the attic. Yes, I live in an attic with all the bugs and stuff. Luckily no one was home. I searched under my bed and brought out a dusty old box. I opened in it and took out the two thing I haven't touched in years. A tear streamed down my cheek. I had the exact photo, and panda. The little girl in the sketch was me and the man beside me was my father.