"Dude, how old are you?" Nate asked, prodding me in the back. I was just happening to get off the bus for my third year of high school when Nate the Snake struck. Nate the Snake is the official school bully and jock. He's won the football team its fair share of State Championships, though how he managed to stay in football was a mystery. His grades were worse than mine!
"I'm seventeen. We've been over this." I replied, scratching my snow white hair. Now, before you go saying, "BLEACHED! BLEACHED! LIAR!" let me clarify. I have a genetic disorder known as heterochromia. Usually, it's a discoloration of one eye, meaning that each eye is a different color. But mine is with my hair. It has something to do with pigmentation, though I'm still learning about it myself.
"C'mon Gramps! You can't be that young! White hair means your way too old to go to high school! How long have you been held back?" Nate wouldn't stop. His jokes and bullying dug itself into my head, went to my heart, and almost made me explode. I've been bullied about my hair since third grade, by the same guy!
"Fine! I'm seventy seven years old!" I shouted, hoping he would drop his games. No such luck. He laughed hard, holding his side. "I knew you were old!" He shouted, allowing everyone around the hallways to hear.
I lasted to the lunch period before I ran. Every year it was the same. I got bullied by the same guy who couldn't leave me alone. After I couldn't take anymore I'd run home and convince my parents to move. For the first few years, that was life for me. And just before the new school year starts, there he is again, Nate the Snake. Of course, this was during my last few years of grade school, so my parents sympathized with me.
They couldn't take the moving around during middle school, and so made me stay at the same middle school and high school. They still allowed me to run from school, saying it was a better alternative to fighting back. It was better for them to run from their problems than to fix them.
After I ran from school, I angrily shoved my backpack off my shoulders and onto the ground. "Is that you Jasper?" Mom asked, her voice suggesting that she was in the kitchen.
"Yeah mom. I lasted till lunch." I replied, heading up the stairs of our two story house.
"Alright. I'll tell the principle. At least you lasted longer than last week." She was always an optimist, trying to find good in everything. I sighed and headed for my room.
My room is a cross between clean and filthy. No clothes lay forgotten on the floor, but pictures depicting magical circles and my own crappy drawings of them. My walls had no posters saying APOCALYPSE NOW or OBEY, but were tacked with spells and incantations. Everything was taken from anime or fantasy. And they were all supposed to transport me to a different place.
I'd done several things, including human transmutation. Nothing worked. I kicked at a stray paper depicting the transmutation circle and flopped onto my bed, screaming into my pillow.
I don't ever want to go back. Why should I? It's not like I'll stand up for myself. I thought, slowly closing my eyes. All I want to do is run away from this place. That was my last thought before falling asleep.
"Hup! Hup! Hup!" Hewkii grunted, rhythmically kicking a kolhii ball on his knees. He was practicing his skills outside of Po-Metru. Even though it was outlawed to play Kolhii anymore, he still practiced. It always paid to practice. Now that he was a Toa, he wanted to beat Toa Pohatu in the Underground tournaments.
Just as he followed the Kolhii ball up into the air, he noticed the Red Star glowing brightly. It was strange, sure, but it wasn't that overly different. Until it fell from the sky, that was. Startled, Hewkii's kolhii ball dropped into the sand, sinking a good foot into the sand. "What in the name of the Great Spirit?" He asked, following the Red Star's fall.
At first, he thought it would just fly across the sky. But instead, it started falling in his direction. "The Red Star is. . .falling to Metru-Nui?"
The sand I'd tracked into the house was starting to get annoying. I shook my entire body, trying to get the sand off of me. It almost felt that I was sleeping on a bed made entirely sand. Finally, I couldn't take it. I opened my eyes and was about to get out of bed when the images registered.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered, shooting straight up. I was surrounded by sand alright. An entire desert, in fact! I pushed myself up and glanced everywhere I could. Nothing looked familiar. I wasn't in my house! This must be a dream! Of course! I went to pinch myself and got a shock. My hand was different. Not only my hand, but my entire body had changed. It almost looked like a robot, yet I could feel organic tissue surrounding the torso.
"This can't be happening." I said, pinching myself. I felt the small pain in my arm, willed myself to wake up, and shut my eyes closed. After half a second, I opened them back up to see the same desert. I shook my head, willing myself to wake up, even slapping myself across the face. Nothing changed. "WHERE AM I?" I screamed into the desert air.
"You're in Po-Metru!" A voice replied.
Hullo. Author here. This is the first chapter of my series. I'm extremely nervous about this, being new to the site and not knowing what. . .the. . .CRAP to do here. I appreciate criticism, accept the fact that no one (Not even Stephen King) is perfect and will not take offense to anything, and I DO NOT OWN BIONICLE! Just the OC that stars in it. Chapter 2 is on the way. I hope you guys enjoy the tale about to unfold.
