Promethius

By: Emily Miller

Chapter 1: A New Start

Hi, my name is Mckenna Taylor, I am twelve, and let me just say I don't like new schools, no, let me rephrase that, I hate new schools. New schools are a new start, no one knows you, and then you are simultaneously put into a box of what everyone thinks you are. Honestly, I think it's really scary going to new school and trust me I've been to plenty. But seriously it is not my fault that I keep getting kicked out of schools, just weird stuff keeps happening to me.

This one time a girl in the bathroom started hissing at me and began to whisper things like "Zaptor will destroy you, you with purity of heart but not of mind, you could be the downfall of master, but master will destroy you, she will." I got so freaked out I punched her in the face and was immediately expelled.

Another time a boy in my class started attacking me and I fought back I accidentally smashed some shelves and I got expelled for it, the weirdest part was when I told them what really happened everyone swore they had no idea which boy I was talking about.

And another time I had this really weird teacher, her eyes were all red and evil and every time I asked for help with something she would look at me coldly and say "Sweetie pie, pain is the only thing that can teach you." She freaked me out so much I ran away from school, twice.

I walked into my new class for the first time. It was open house. It was perfect, big, bright, everything was great, except I couldn't help the nagging feeling in my gut that there was something wrong, something strange.

Before I could ponder this more my new teacher walked up to me,"Hello, my name is Mrs. Titan. Welcome to classroom 28, your new locker will be number thirteen." she said icily, putting emphasis on the word "thirteen".

I'm not superstitious or anything but the way she said it creeped me out. "Oh, thanks..." I said. Then I walked away as fast as I could. "Hi" I said to one of the other students "Hello there new student." it said robotically, I gave it a weird look and gladly saw my mom was beckoning for me to leave.

Unfortunately the last week of summer ended quickly and just like that I was a student of Morrison Middle School. But the first day wasn't bad at all. I found my locker, learned a few things, and even made a new friend, her name is Alison Hampton. It was one of the best starts I'd ever had in a school. It was so normal and perfect I almost forgot that weird feeling I had at open house, almost.

For some reason I just couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong, different, out of place. For instance most of the kids in school don't act like kids, I've never seen any of them laugh, or smile, or even just talk. They act so unworldly normal, if you know what I mean, like when you look at Edward from Twilight and you think he's totally gorgeous, yet something about him is strange, inhuman, like he's too perfect that it's alien.

No kid never talks in class or never smiles, well I guess some kids may, but when nearly everyone in the same location acts like that it gets creepy.

It was the second day of school and everything went normally. I put my bag in my locker and the day started off with an interesting lesson on Permutations and Combinations. The only thing I didn't like about this class was Mrs. Titan, she was always glaring at me, it was creepy! But other than that everything was fine. Until it all changed drastically.

It all started when I went to get my history book from my locker. I opened the door and... nothing, all of my books, my backpack, everything, it was all gone. I wanted to believe that someone had taken it, nothing weird about stealing the new kid's stuff, but I knew no one had taken my stuff. If only it had been some sick prank, but no, it was much more than that. I don't know if I had guessed or maybe I'd always known, either that or I'm going completely crazy. But if this was real everything that happened to me, all the weird stuff might make sense.

But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't tell anyone, they'd send me to the nut house. Just then Mrs. Titan walked up to me "Sweetie, do I have to ask you twice? Go get your history book." she said coldly. "It's not there." I said. "I'm sure someone has just taken it." she said in a faux sweet voice that made me want to gag "No" I said quietly "What did you say dear?" she said in that same sickly sweet voice

"I said 'no', no one has taken my book it-" I started to say but Mrs. Titan cut me off "What do you suppose, it disappeared of the face of the planet?" she said using that same disgustingly sweet voice "Not exactly, it was transported to another world, another dimen-" I said but Mrs. Titan cut me off again "What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?" she said, fake consideration oozing out of every word, I raised my voice "You thought you had me fooled, but no, I'm smarter than that, a secret you kept that could change the world. This locker is the passageway to infinite possibilities, but I don't have to tell you, you know that. You've probably known that for years. You didn't want to tell anyone because, because…. You are just some sick twisted old psycho that needs something to keep secret to feel needed in this world." I finished my chest heaving.

The whole class looked completely bewildered, "Oh Sweetie" Mrs. Titan said "You have no idea what you are getting yourself into." her voice no longer filled with fake sweetness but hidden beneath the words you could hear loathing in every note. "Oh yeah? Try me." I said. "Well since you're so smart, let's see how you deal with this!" she said and then with the speed and agility of an Olympian she raced to my locker and thrust the door open.

It all happened at once, something was wrong, my locker was like some kind of whirlpool or magnet. Everything the chairs the desks started zooming toward my locker as if attached to some invisible string and then in a matter of seconds they were devoured by the dark mass. I felt my feet start to slide "Help!" I screamed "Somebody help me!" but no one was listening to her, at the time when she needed them most. Nobody was there to help the poor girl whose life was about to be changed forever.