9 DAYS: Countdown to Judgment Day
Sunrise- Day 1: Dinah
A.N.: YAYZ!!!! FIRST FAN FIC THINGY!!!!!! Oh, let see what should I tell you for this…the character's are mostly from the COTC remake...yes…SciFi made a REMAKE OF CHILDREN OF THE CORN!!!!! Anyways, for example I will be using Preston Bailey's Isaac, Not John Franklin's. oh yeah…I don't own Malachi, Isaac, or any of them...just the adults and Dinah…I think that's about it…LET'S GET IT ON!!!!
They were everywhere…the evil…the darkness. he looked at me, smiling…covered in blood. he moved in closer his long red hair almost touching my face. I looked around for someone to help all I saw was Isaac playing with the toy I gave him when I first got here. I tried to call for him, but nothing came out I wretched in his hands, feeling myself die. He started to laugh as I screamed...
I woke up with ragged breaths. I looked around and the sun hit my eyes. I looked away and tried to get off my bed, which as it turns out, I wasn't on. I sighed and got up from the floor. When will these dreams end? They've been just popping up ever since I moved here. I looked at the mirror. I was a mess. My brown hair was pointing in every direction. I looked at the frame my mother's picture took up. I don't remember her ever waking up with messy hair. Even at the morgue her hair was neat. I just sighed and tried to brush it flat. what else could I do?
When I got downstairs, Aunt Magdalene was sitting at the table, blessing my lunch. I took the paper bag before she was done and went out the door. That annoyed the crap out of her, and that was just fine with me. I hated her. I hated her and this whole religious sect of a town. Ever since I moved in with her, all the adults just stared at me. Just stared, as if I was like, the Anti-Christ or something. Even as I walked to my new school, the teachers stared me down. No wonder my parent's ran away from this place.
I entered my first period class and waited for the teacher to come in to assign me a seat. Three girls looked at me and giggled. I could tell what kind of girls they were. I peered out the door to look for the teacher. They giggled even louder. I looked at them. "what's so funny?" I asked. they stopped. I sat down at the teacher's seat, looking around. "That's not a good idea." one of the gigglers said. "why is that?" I asked. one girl with a puffy pink hat snorted. I wanted to rip the hat off her head and shove it in her mouth. "Rachel...C'mon, she's new" said miss 'I don't think that's a good idea'.
"I'm Ruth, and this is Rachel. Your new here aren't you?" the last girl tapped Ruth "are you forgetting someone?"
"oh...and this is Sarai. So...how has your new life been? We heard you moved here couple of weeks ago."
"honestly" I started "not well...where the hell is the teacher?"
Sarai chuckled. "there at morning prayer."
"Morning Prayer?"
Rachel butted in. "yep, alll the adults go to the church and do little prayer thing. It's sort of dumb really..."
I just nodded and looked around. what could I say to that? I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them I would be with them...and live my life the way it should have been. A crumpled piece of paper hit my nose. So, much for the old life. "yes?" I asked the three girls.
Sarai held up her hand "Guilty...it's, just...the seating chart is right over there." she pointed at a huge sign that you could notice from a mile away. "of course it is." I said. all three giggled again. I got up and look at the massive board. I saw my name and sighed. I've been doing that alot. I sat at my seat and put my head on the desk. the teacher finally came in five minutes later and we started class.
When the final bell rang. I ran as fast as I could out of there nearly ramming into one of the students. I mutter sorry and kept walking, not knowing who I bumped into. I just had to get out of the school. when I got to the exit, I realized...I left my sketchbook in my fifth period class. I groaned as I ran back. when I got there. I over heard Mr. Breen scolding one of his students. so I waited outside.
"You missed my class again, Malachi." the teacher said. "I know your father has you working very hard on Saturday's ritual, but your schoolwork is important as well. I heard the boy muttering "sorry" and "it's your stupid ritual". Mr. Breen just sighed and left when he saw me he walked faster. I finally entered the room to get my book. The Malachi was looking through it. "that would be mine" I said. he turned around, but before he could say anything, I screamed and fainted.
