My life just got strange.
And I don't mean normal strange, I mean strange as in life turning. For those who don't know me, my name is Jason Aden, a sixteen year -old teen that finds trouble, mostly by accident. Right now, I'm in life threatening trouble. Like in a middle of a shoot off? No. In a bank being robbed? No. The world being invaded? Ding!
But it wouldn't make sense if I start when the action is almost done. So whoever finds this and thinks it's for fun, I'm happy for you. Now where to begin...
It started off as a normal Monday. I was in dreamless sleep until death metal ran into my ear, with my face hitting the floor. Looking up, to see a girl with shoulder-length black hair, with rich green eyes and a devious look to go with it.
"Wake up, dense meat." she said
My brain finally flared up. "Hera! I'm going to get you and you know it!" As she ran downstairs in fake fear. The thing you just saw is my sister. sad huh? I groaned and got up, and checked the mirror. Looking back at me were my hair, short and a little spiky, and identical green eyes.
After a quick shower and dressing in my usual outfit. A linkin park shirt with dark blue jeans. Grabbing school stuff to the table. Where my parents, Jace and Courtney, my dad with green eyes and brown hair and my mom with light blue eyes and black hair, their jobs keep them busy, leaving me and my sister to raise ourselves, and you saw what that did this morning.
"Jason, are you sure you and your sister will be alright?" she asked.
"It's fine mom, we can take care of ourselves." I answered. She gave me a look that said she wasn't convinced, ah moms, got to love them. "Really." smiling as I said it. Then dad came to save the day.
" Honey, we really have to go, the meeting remember?" he added. "Right...," she turns to me, "just make sure she gets home, okay?"
"Okay, I will." I assured. With that they went into their cars and left, leaving me and my sister to walk. And yes I can drive, but saving to buy a car is tough. Our family lives in Las Angeles, parents work with movies and shows, either as editors or producers, it's too hectic to get a clear answer.
I was taking my sister to her first day of high school as a freshman. Of course, I didn't give her any warnings, she'll learn on her own on how to survive, hehe. But the plan failed, long story short. She was loved and favored by al before class started. Not that 'm unpopular, but I'm not well known either, I consider myself the silent majority, that follows and disappears in the masses. As long as I don't stick out, no one messes with me. No one talks to me as I walk with my head in the sky, so it's for the best.
Some of you may disagree, and I understand why, but it has worked for me so far, what could go wrong? What went wrong was this...SMACK! I was walking head first into somebody.
"Ouch.. I'm sorry, are you alri-" I tried to say. I never got it out because well I was starting... In front of me was a girl, with long black hair with light brown eyes. When I see her, she's tall and graceful, and is a captain of a team, I forget which, she switches sports every year, Kim Amber. '
"I'm alright, hehe thanks." she says as she was getting up. " Trying to knock me out on the first day, Jason?" My brain was fried. She knew my name, how?
I dusted myself off and said. " Yeah, sorry about that, by the way, how d-did you know my name?" I stuttered out.
Well everyone knows you duh, you might be quiet but you don't fly under the radar, you know?" she said.
"Um...sure, of course I know." A silent lie, now I know. Wondering how anyone knows me, I'm normal, well..besides my obsession of fire, not crazy maniac pyro, but just a normal pyro. I like to stare at fire, that's all. And feel its power, but no one could possibly know of this, not even my family knows!
As she was about to say something, a small girl grabbed her shoulder. "Come on Kim, we have to go." she pleaded. Kim turned and seemed a bit disappointed that she's there. " Oh right, okay." She faces me, "See you around." she waved and walked away.
"Oh, ah yeah." waving like an idiot. Standing there until the bell rang in my ear, maybe learning will help me feel less like an idiot. Oh who am I kidding, these teachers are impossible. Worse of all, Algebra 2 in the morning wakes the brain up. Either with headaches or a bright mind, almost never the latter.
But then I saw my lifeline.
"Scott!" I yelled. Turning his head, a guy with black hair that almost covers his eyes completely. It made him look depressed, but behind them, you could see a hidden smile and light blue eyes with a hint of intelligence, Scott Frazier. "I'm so glad to see you, now I won't die." I said.
His smile stayed. " Come on, you're smart too, you just choke under pressure." He answered. "And thanks to that, I fail like every test, getting a C is almost impossible!" I come backed. He shook his head like a teacher. " fine, one more year of saving your butt." he said, failing to wipe the smile away.
We walked in and sat in the middle rows of seats, ready to begin the lesson that will drag on. That was until the floor started to shake.