Tyler I
It was just a normal sunny day in Dallas, Texas for me. Well, at least for any sort of "troubled" 13-year old kid that goes to the Troubled Group School. I guess you could say I'm a bad kid because of some stuff I've done. I've tee-peed a mall with toilet paper that I scribbled my Humanities essay that went terrible with weird things just because they wouldn't give me a discount. I've knocked out a couple of older people that made me mad. I jumped of my balcony because my dad was TRYING to teach me Chinese since my last name is Zhu and our family is Chinese. But honestly I just can't do that. I've done many other things authorities have considered "bad", but that would be my very own essay so I'll stick with this. Personally, I don't really understand why all this is bad. People always freak out when I read something strangely or when I knock someone out, but maybe that is just the opinion of a kid with Dyslexia and ADHD. You have no idea how many times my dad had taken me to the doctor for any sort of medication, but don't get me started on what happened when dad tries to do that. My mom died about a month or so after I was born as my dad said. Well not sure why I am talking about this, it might be because I can't keep track on the teacher talking about how to use fractions, or it's science on how to do the experiment…I honestly don't care. All this stupid stuff I already learned this stuff from some sort of website, or some TV show, or a book, etc. All my teachers except my PE teacher say that I'm smart but I don't try and my writing is terrible. For some reason writing was never really my thing. Well whatever subject this was, I've heard it all, so I decided to take out a Blue and White notebook, and started flipping through the pages until I spotted an empty page and took out my pencil. I'm not sure why, but I've always found a fascination in Architecture of buildings on their outside and inside. Whenever I was bored in class, I would take out my notebook and start drawing a new building that came to mind then designed the inside. Right now I was drawing a hexagonal tower with circular towers around it with their pointing staffs. Right when I started to work on the inside, the class had ended. I scurried out of the classroom to my locker and putting my stuff away. Finally. It was lunch. I moved along the hallway before catching up with my best friends in this place, James and Whitney. James had short brunette hair with a normal T-shirt and shorts and has…uhhh. I can't remember his eye color. James is considered one of the more popular kids here in 8th grade because of his amazing speed both in the mile and in swimming. The dude practically creates a hurricane when he swims. However, his popularity dropped a little when he started hanging out with me after a game of COD we had because I was the "nerd" here, which is kind of sad. That pretty much means I'm the closest to normal here and trust me, I'm NOT close to normal. Then there was Whitney. She was considered to have a bit more weight but personally I don't think her weight is a problem. She also has brunette hair and I can't remember her eye color, well I have an excuse for this, she wears glasses so it's harder to tell…I guess. "So what's up Tyler?" James asked in a stride voice he likes to use a lot. "Oh stop trying to act cool," Whitney annoyingly replied. "What? I AM cool," James snapped back. "Ok, let's just go to lunch because my stomach is asking for some suga," "Oh wait, I got to go to Mr. Rodriguez's room to get something," He hesitantly said. "You're going to mess up his work," Whitney simply answered. James' face-hardened. "Maybe," "Let's go then," I eagerly said, and just like that we headed back to the classroom. When we went inside, we found we were already beaten. Chase Cooper and his friends were already in the classroom messing everything up. They quickly noticed the sound and turned back to us. "Hey James and Whitney," he smugly replied, then looked at me and his face showed signs of disgust. "See you have your new friend," her bitterly spoke. "What are you doing here Chase?" James asked
"I expected you guys here, wanted to talk to you," "What for, your funeral?" I asked why snorting. Chase gave me a death look but seemed to need to actually have a talk and not a fight so he turned back to James. "Come on James, why are you hanging out with this loser? You used to be our man and you still can be," Chase's curly hair fluffed while he was moving his head around while talking. Then he turned to Whitney with a smug look. "You too Whitney, you and I should totally be together," then winked, which Whitney retorted with a look of discuss and James and I were about to laugh. Chase gave another look at James and Whitney. "You sure, you don't want to come back," "Why would we? You're a lame cocky jerk," James angrily replied. "Very well," Chase calmly said, "Then I'll have to do this,"*click* I looked behind me to see the door was locked. Chase's face of his eyebrows raised and his face in a smirk, suddenly, his friends and him began to grow, and before we knew it they were like 8 feet tall and almost to the ceiling. "Then I'll have to destroy you all," Chase spoke with confidence before his friends and him started filling their mouths with fire. Wait fire? WHY AREN'T THEY DYING FROM TONGUE BURNS? Chase quickly spat out a fireball at me. Fortunately, my ADHD had me quickly moving to the side before it blasted me. "CANNIBAL," James screamed before charging to the cannibal to his right, while Whitney took the guy on the left. While they were surprisingly using quick reflexes to stay alive, I was barely dodging Chase's more powerful automatic fireball gun. He was firing 3 fireballs before firing 3 more after 2 seconds. Quickly the tiny classroom was set to flames and while I was barely escaping the attacks, Chase threw a pile of flaming essays at me. The pile swished passed me. In the corner of my eyes I saw Whitney in a even fight while James had just thrown our super tall friend out the window. However too much of my attention spanned to the fight when I wasn't able to react quick enough before Chase clawed into me, throwing me to the other side of the room, falling into fire. At this point, my body was filled with smoke, but now I had fire on my butt and it BURNS. Only difference is we're already in a human microwave, so it didn't get to much worse then it could've. Chase continued to chase my worn down body. I tried using my speed over him to go around but I just found myself into a corner, I then tried to run to my right but I felt a claw of force grab onto my feet pulling me upside down. I was caught. "And now, my first meal in centuries!" Chase triumphantly exclaimed bringing me to his face and I could see his nostrils. "TYLER" James shouted, who was now fighting with Whitney. This was it. I was going to die, and I have no idea why there is a monster Cannibal here in the first place.