Chapter One Betrayal
Jerry was woken by his ringing alarm clock. He sluggishly got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and then splashed his face with some cold water. The late night had produced some dark areas under his eyes but it would be worth it if he could win the chance to publish his book.
Jerry got dressed into his dress blue shirt, dark blue jeans and his black cloak. Jerry stood infront of the mirror examining his outfit. Jerry's saphire blue eyes stood out from the darkness of his cloak. His face fitted into his cloak like it was a jigsaw piece. His whole out fit went together, but it was the only outfit he owned that did. He grabbed his note book and headed out the door to find his friend waiting for him.
"Hey Jay man" His friend announced his presence. Mike stood against Jerrys front door steps. His red hair looked fiery in the angle of the sunlight and pale white face enphasised this. He was shorter than Jerry but not alot smaller they were like brothers accept they looked nothing alike.
"Hey Mike" Jerry replied.
They began to walk towards the theatre hall where the competition was being held. "So Mike did you come with anything good I know you were struggling"
Mike nodded "Yeah, I came up with something but it isn't as good as your usual work"
Jerry laughed "Oh stop it, you're embarrassing me"
Mike laughed as well "So can I hear what you're going to pitch to the publishers"
Jerry thought for a second "Sure, why not" Jerry cleared his throat "Well the story is about a mass murderer who sneaks into the dreams of the victims and kills them while they sleep"
Mike smiled "Wow sounds great, is there anything special going to happen init?"
Jerry nodded "Yeah, there is going to be a group of teenagers who can control their own dreams to fight against the enemy."
"Sounds really good, I have a lot of competition by the looks of it" Mike laughed
Jerry smiled as well "Let the best author win"
They made their way to the theater where there was a giant queue of people. They stood at the back of the queue going over their stories in their head. The queue reduced as each person was called on to center stage.
The judges sat side by side in the fourth row of seats. They examined every applicant picking out all the information they needed from the story they pitched. Their eyes were never still accept for when they noted something down in their note pads. The whole set up was like a court case where your future would be decided by a group of strangers.
It was finally Mikes turn and he nervously made his way to center stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen my name is Mike and I am here to tell you of dream killer" Mike announced.
Jerry was shocked mike hadn't wanted to hear his idea he wanted to steal it.
"The killer makes his way into the dreams of their victims and use their dreams against them, the only way to stop them is to defeat him in the dream world by controlling your dreams" Mike continued.
The judges seemed to like Jerry's idea although it wasn't him that was pitching it.
Mike headed off stage and Jerry was shouted out. "Hello there I am Jerry and I am here to pitch my idea"
The judges sat impatiently as Jerry's mind went blank.
Jerry said the first thing that cam to his head "My story idea is about a crime solving dog …"
"You mean like Scooby Doo…..Next" the judges interrupted.
Jerry walked swiftly through the authors waiting to hear the results. He couldn't help but feel their faces locking onto him as he had just disgraced himself in front of his only chance to publish a story.
Jerry left the theater and rushed home, He didn't care that he was bumping into other people. He blocked everything out just trying to get home as quickly as possible.