Hey guys. This is my first book so please, SHOW THE LOVE! Sorry for the mistakes. If you can help me fix something or have suggestions than pm me. I will have a contest for who gets to be a character in the book in the future. So yeah... hope you enjoy. PEACE!
Hey guys. This book might seem cool but it's not. Unless you want this to happen to you then just stop reading. Well for those wanting to read, let's get on with it.
My name is Kyle Jameson. I'm 16 and my life is about to get a lot more dangerous. It was just another day at school until a turtle attacked me. It was just a normal day at Goode High School. I was thinking about what I would do to people in the room if I could freeze time.
"Mr. Jameson!" I came back to reality. "Yes Mrs. Smith?" I said with a little bit of mocking in my voice. Just so you guys know Mrs. Smith isn't the most popular teacher in the school. She is a 69 (hehehe) your old teacher with a hump back and she smells of dirty attics. "
"I said," Said Mrs. Smith "if x= 10, then what is 10 times x." (I know you might be thinking that this is really easy math, but I'm dyslexic so don't judge.)
"Um… is it 1000?" Class laughs extremely hard.
"No Mr. Jameson. It is 100." Said Mrs. Smith.
"Oh. Ok Mrs. Smith." The bell rings for the end of school. I try to get out of my desk but Mrs. Smith called me over to her desk.
"Mr. Jameson." Said Mrs. Smith.
Yes Mrs. Smith?" "Tell your mother I must speak to both of you after school. Meet me here." Said Mrs. Smith.
"Ok Mrs. Smith. Will do," I said. I got out of the classroom as quickly as I could. Good thing it was my last class and my mom was here to pick me up. I got out the door and went to the car.
"Hey mom. Mrs. Smith wants to see us." I said.
"What have you done this time?" she said.
"I don't know." I said. "She just said to meet her in the classroom."
"Ok. Lets go. I need to get home and cook dinner," she said.
We walked through the halls and to the classroom. I open the doors. "Hey Mrs. Smith. I'm here." I said.
"Hello Kyle. Hello Mrs. Jameson. I've been meaning to tell you something," she said.
"Well. What is it?! I'm hungry!" I said with a little impatience in my voice.
"Kyle! Don't talk to your teacher like that! It's so rude! I'm so sorry Mrs. Smith," my mom said.
It's ok Mrs. Jameson. I just had to tell you that your time is up." Mrs. Smith's voice changed. Now her voice is raspy and hollow.
"What do you mean Mrs. Smith?" I said.
"I mean that you're dead!" Mrs. Smith said. She began to change. Her hump n=back became shell. Her skin turned green and wrinkly. And worst of all, her hands turned into… turtley hand thingamabobs. At the end of her hands where spikes that were a strange looking bronze. The monster was at least 8 feet tall.
"You shall die now!" the monster said. She, or it, wacked my mom and she hit the wall with a gut wrenching THUNK.
"Mom!" I ran to help her but got knocked aside with one sweep of her turtle hands.
You would think turtles are slow, but the monster moved with incredible speed. The monster scooped up my mother, made a pretty big hole in the wall, and ran off with my mother.
I was just about to burst into tears, but I knew that people would be coming to see what caused the all the commotion. I knew I had to run but where? LIGHTBULB. An idea popped into my head. I knew exactly where to go.