BURNT IN THE PAST
CHAPTER ONE
FANG POV
Im innocent. I'm ten years old, convicted of murder, and im innocent. That's what kept going through my mind all through the trail, even when I was found guilty. Your probablly thinking I'm a demented, scyopathic little kid who deserves to be locked away forever. You're wrong. My name is Nick and I didn't kill anyone. My best friend did. I was just framed for it.
But im getting too far ahead of myself. I need to go back to the beginning, to when everything was normal, before things whent horribally wrong. It all started six months ago with a stupide playground disagrement. Looking back, I could have stopped all this from happening. I was too scared to do anything, though, so I just stood there and watched as my futucher unfolded right in front of me.
6 months ago
"Hey, whats up Nick?" I looked up; Damien, my best friend in the world, stood right beside me with that big goofy grin on his face.
"Hey Damien, nothing much." He leaned his head to one side and grinned bigger.
"Nice. But guess what?" Oh no. I knew that tone. Something was about to happen, something big. I knew better then to question him by now though. So I just raised my eyebrows and silently thought to myself what is it this time?
"What?" knowing him, it was probally going to get us in to trouble. Again. Great. His eyes got a michievouse glint to them. He shook his head.
"Come on, you got to see this. Another "experiment" is about to be under way." I followed him all the way across the playground, thinking what he could have possibly done this time. I didn't know how in the world I got dragged in to these situations, but I always seemed to be right next to Damien whenever it was all over.
We stopped right next to the bench were a group of girls where eating there lunch. I looked at Damien. Hadn't he already messed with Jessica and her friends this week?
"Dude, watch what happens when Sandy opens her lunchbox." He whispered beneath his breath so no one around us could hear. Wouldn't want any witnesses. Sighing, I watched as Sandy laughed at something her friend said and opened her lunch box.
There was a loud POP as a cloud of smoke completely covered the bench. Piercing screams were heard all across the playground as everyone looked to see what happened. By the time Jessica and the other two girls ran out of the smoke, still screaming, Damien was laughing so hard he couldn't even speak. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help a small smile. Most of the other kids were laughing by then while others just shook their heads, already knowing who was behind it.
When the smoke cleared, all you could see was Sandy staring speechless in to her lunchbox, blue ink covering most of her face and splattered across her new pink dress. Laughter erupted across the playground; kids were falling on the ground, holding their stomachs. Some were trying to hold it back but with little success.
All the laughter must have gotten to Sandy, because she started crying. That just got everyone laughing harder. I would have felt bad for her, but I was too busy laughing my butt off to really care. It was REALLY funny, probably one of Damien's "experiments" yet.
The only one who wasn't laughing was the angry teacher stomping across the playground towards Sandy. I stopped laughing. Oh no, this was bad. I've never seen Ms. Kittle so mad. Damien was oblivious to her, as where most of the other kids, and kept laughing. This made Ms. Jones even madder.
Holding Sandy, who had stopped crying, Ms. Jones sent daggers to every laughing kid on the playground; silencing the laughter.
"Who did this!" silence. Damien nudged me in my arm and winked. Were we going to get caught this time? We've only not gotten caught three times before, but I doubted we'd get away with it this time. Ms. Jones was already sending Damien and me death glares. I groaned inwardly.
"Damien Fisher and Nick Nichols, report to the principal's office immediately!" I glared at Damien as he saluted Ms. Jones with that same goofy grin on his face. This was all a game to him. Why did I get in trouble for his stupide pranks? I stayed silent the whole way to the principal's office, brooding, while Damien complemented himself on another job well done.
Sometimes I wished he'd lay off the pranks, just for one day, so we'd NOT get in trouble and have the principal watching us like a hawk every time he sees us, expecting trouble.