Josh LeibDecember 22, 2004
Language Arts753
Shaman School by Josh Leib
As Anthony and I walked to his house in Rockland County, the sky started to turn dark. We decided to take a shortcut through the Bansho High Cemetery. The cemetery is named this due to the high school gang that hangs out there.
As we walked through the cemetery we heard a rustle of leaves. As quickly as the lightning started, we found our selves surrounded by the Bansho High Gang.
"Hello, meat!!! What are you doing in our territory?" said their quick mouthed leader, T.J.
"Look T.J., we don't have time for this. If you want a fight, I'll give you one but I assure you, you'll lose."
And as quickly as I said that, figures arose out of the tombstones. Anthony and I were the only ones who could see them, that is, thats what I thought at the time. The figures took form and shaped themselves into the spirits of the dead buried in the graveyard.
I grabbed the nearest spirit, a 22 year old boxer, and he turned into a spirit fire ball. I took him, put him into my body, and gave him total control of my body. As T.J. took the first punch the boxer dodged it by ducking and throwing one right into T.J.'s stomach. T.J. feinted and Anthony and I left.
As we got to Anthony's house I released the ghost and it flew back to the cemetery. We went inside and put on our bathing suits. We then went outside again and went into the pool.
"Josh, how is it that you can use a ghost but I can't? I mean, we're both shamans."
"Well Anthony, you just haven't had enough experience as I have. I'm going to a special school that teaches shamans how to use their powers. Do you want to come with me? It's free."
Anthony went inside to ask his father if he could go with me. He comes back out yelling at the top of his lungs, "Josh, Josh, my dad says that I can go."
We leave three months later. we enter a bus full of kids our age. My other friends, John and Maurice were also on the bus. All of the adults who were obviously teachers had weapons, jewelry, puppets, and worst of all, corpses. The only thing on that bus worse then the corpses was sitting in the back of the bus. It was T.J.
We managed to avoid T.J. long enough to get to the school building and inside. The teachers take us inside and bring us into what seemed to be a convention room. Within the confines of the room are desks with computers, satellites, and what seemed to be a containment chamber.
The teacher that was leading us told us to get in line by one of the desks. I managed to get in line first. The person behind the desks started asking me questions. When the questions finally stopped he finished imputing the data and the satellite shot a beam of ghostly aura and the containment chamber opened. In it was a big black bag.
The person behind the desk handed me the bag. "Whatever you do, don't open this bag until we tell you." he tells me and he goes to the next person in line.