Home of the Devils
xXx
Four year old Austin Harper sat on the couch watching the morning cartoons while his mother and father scurried around the house. He was curious as to why his parents were acting so strange. Normally they were so relaxed, but today Austin noticed that they were acting weird. Well, stranger than usual. His parents never had time for him so he would occupy himself with cartoons, or going next door to play with his best friend Ashton.
Not today.
The weather was hell. Rain was pouring down as if someone had poured a glass of water over the city of Denver. Surprisingly, the power didn't go out already, which was fine with Austin because it always freaks him out when the power goes out and everything gets dark. His mother always told him that there was nothing scary about the dark. Maybe not, but it didn't convince the child.
Suddenly there was a loud clank coming from down the halls. Austin, being overly curious, slid off of the couch to go take a look at what just happened.
"Dad?" he called out.
Loud footsteps followed him and passed him up. It was his father. John Harper opened the last door in the hallway to find his office had been ransacked.
"Damn," he snapped opening his desk drawers to find they were empty.
Austin's mother appeared behind him picking him up and holding him close to her. He was blinded hearing the wind ripple through the broken window and the thunder roaring in the sky.
xXx
Austin's parents brought him to his godparent's house in North Dakota. Austin hid behind the couch looking into the living room, watching his parents discuss things with his godparents, he knew something big was about to happen. It was a gut feeling.
His godmother looked at him with sad eyes. Austin ducked down and sat against the back of the couch holding his knees to his chest and began rocking.
xXx
"You're going to stay with your godparents for a little while," Austin's dad said.
"Where are you going?" Austin asked.
"Something your mother and I have to do," he said kissing Austin's forehead and backing up.
His mother kneeled in front of him and hugged him.
"Austin, I love you," she said rubbing his back.
"Let's go…" Austin's dad said pulling his mother away from him.
His dad stopped by the door and looked down at Austin.
"Dad…" Austin whispered.
"Be good," he said walking away.
Austin never saw them again.
xXx
"Austin! Time for school!" my mom yelled.
Not my real mom… I barely know my mom. Still my godmother Stacy was just like my mom like my godfather David was just like my dad.
"Coming!" I yelled throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt I got off of the floor.
I ran downstairs and picked up a piece of toast taking a bite out of it, dropped it back onto the plate, and picked up my backpack and my skateboard.
I skated down to school.
It was a new school in Whitechapel… in Canada…
We moved from North Dakota, to Whitechapel. They never actually told me why we moved, but we did. Seemed like an impulse for them. I was adjusting pretty well, aside from the fact that I had no friends and was labeled a dork on day one.
So I could only imagine what was waiting for me on my first day of school. We moved to Whitechapel a month before summer ended so I didn't have to go into the school in the middle of the tenth grade.
I stopped in front of the school gates.
Please God let me come out of this school alive because I'm probably gonna get killed in those hallways and nobody's going to know until theirs an infestation of flies and then they'll have to call the exterminator and they'll find me in a closet and won't even bother to have a funeral and… Wow I really do talk too much… Or think… Whatever! I really gotta shut up! Or… think… up? Um… yeah whatever then…
I walked into the school and dug a piece of paper out of my pocket.
It was my locker combination: 30.8.26
I walked down the hallways pushing past people to find my locker before class started. I found it near the trophy case. I opened it and put my unneeded books inside of the locker and shut it.
As soon as the locker clicked something hit me in the back of the head. People began laughing as I turned around. They guy who threw it was Eugene "Eddy" Robertson.
"Oh, well good morning to you too Eddy," I muttered putting on my backpack.
He walked past me laughing and saying: "Good morning Harper,"
xXx
It was lunchtime at school so I grabbed my bag and headed outside to eat lunch. A large group was forming near one of the tables. Out of curiosity I walked over and seen a boy being held upside down by Eddy and having his face shoved into a plate of Spaghetti while everyone was chanting 'Eat it!'
"C'mon Benny, eat it!" Eddy said.
"Hey Harper! Get your phone out and take a picture of this!" Eddy yelled
"Hey man, don't eat it," I said to the guy who was apparently Benny.
"Take the picture!" Eddy yelled.
"Put him down!" I said.
"Just take the picture Harper!"
"Put him down… Eugene" I yelled.
The crowed stopped chanting and went 'ooohhh' in unison.
Eddy dropped him and walked over to me.
"Thank y-
He grabbed me by the collar and punched me in the jaw.
I fell on the ground while everyone started laughing.
"C'mon get up!" he shouted pulling me up and punched me twice in the gut, winding me.
I fell back down holding my stomach and once again, tried to get up.
Big mistake.
Eddy kicked me in the stomach.
I fell on my side groaning in pain.
Before he could hit me again a girl showed up.
"Hey Eddy, time for class isn't it? Let's go to class Eddy," she said pulling him away and into the school.
The crowd disappeared leaving Benny and I on the ground.
"First day?" he asked.
"Yeah,"
"Sucked?"
"Sucked"