THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO FINGERS CROSSED! HOPE YOU ENJOY.

SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS!

I knew something was up, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The morning hadn't had any mistakes, at least, not yet. I suppose that everything will turn out just fine.

I sat on the bus, twiddling my thumbs while the rest of the class filed on board. It wasn't crowded, due to the fact that there are only 20 kids in my class. You see, I'm not in regular classes. I have disabilities, so I'm in the 'Special' classes. My best friend, Donner, has this sort of arthritis in his legs that has him in crutches. I wish I was that lucky. I have ADHD and Dyslexia. I'm the only person in my class that can't read the board. I'm in the ninth grade, and I'm about to turn fifteen.

Thankfully, we were going to New Orleans, and we would be walking over the Mississippi on a non-supported bridge. Sadly, I'm terrified of water. And heights. But, on the bright side, no boards to read.

"How'd you afford this trip, McDumb?" A girl with bleached hair turned in her seat. "Did you sneak on board?" Her friends snickered.

"No." I said. "Leave me alone, Brittany."

"Aww, poor Collin's scared." Brittany cooed. Donner stepped in.

"Her name is Colliette." Donner said. Brittany just laughed.

"Oh, right. My mistake. I didn't mean to offend you two lovebirds." Brittany's friends roared with laughter, and I felt my face grow hot.

"We aren't-"

"Class, we have arrived." The new teacher, Mrs. Reine, interrupted us. The students filed out of the bus, Donner and I in the back of the line.

"Walk single file, please, single file." Mrs. Reine snapped. I shrugged and kept walking. The high arches of the bridge loomed over us. I shivered, despite the early-summer heat. Donner walked in front of me, and Mrs. Reine took up the rear.

By the time I had taken my first step on the bridge, I was already shaking. Donner stopped abruptly in front of me, causing me to plow into him. He didn't stagger, though. I realized why a slit second after the explosion.

Fire blazed a mile high, causing students to scream and begin to run across the bridge. Mrs. Reine, however, just stood amongst the flames. She held the charred, bloody body of what had once been Brittany Sylvester. Donner and I stood staring at the scene before us. Donner dropped his crutches, along with his pants.

"WHAT are you d oing?!" I screamed over the noise. Donner just grinned and took off his baseball cap. Two tiny bumbs poked over the top of his curly brown hair. I looked down at is legs- no, his goat legs.

"Colliette Jones!" The teacher cackled, "What a fine feast this would be, if only my master didn't want you so dearly."

"Colliette!" Donner knocked me to the ground as Mrs. Reine threw Brittany's body at us. Donner pulled me behind a car.

"Listen, and fast. I want you to go here." He pressed a slip of paper into my hand. "Whatever you see, don't turn back! You have to get to the camp. I won't be coming back, so I want you to have these." Donner handed me a long wooden case from who-knows-where. Then he surprised me. He leaned in and kissed me. "Goodbye. Now run. Go!" Donner put a dagger in my hand. He stepped from behind our shelter and called out to Reine. I did as he said and grabbed the things. I shoved the paper in my pocket, and stuck the wooden case in my bag. The tip peeked out of the hole.

I ran towards the bridge, sprinting at full-speed. I had barely run ten yards when the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I heard a thud as something heavy hit the ground. I froze, remembering Donner's words. Don't turn around, no matter what you hear! Oh well, never been too good at following instuctions. I slowly turn.

Donner's body lies on the ground, charred as Brittany's was. I looked up at Reine. Or, what used to be Reine. Now, there was only a mutant . . . thing. Half donkey, half fire, half metal, half vampire. I glared at whatever was in front of me, only one thought in my mind. She killed Donner. I raised my knife and charged.

The next thing I know, I'm on the ground with a bloody gash across my cheek and a burn on my arm. I shakily stand and look around. Reine is jumping to her feet, hands ablaze. I did the one thing that was smart. I ran.

I dash for the bridge, knowing that is my only escape. I hear sirens wailing in the distance. I run harder, knowing that if I lead that monster away from the police, I might be able to knock her off the bridge.

I'm halfway across the bridge when she catches me. Her fingers claw my bag, making the wooden case fall. I grab it quickly and grip it tight. Suddenly it shrinks to the size of a dime in my palm. I don't have time to think about it, because I only have that time to shove it in my pocket before Reine grabs my neck. Her fiery flesh burns mine, and I cry out.

"Oh, don't worry, dear, I wouldn't hurt you fatally. Kronos wouldn't want you dead." She squeezes my neck harder. "but he didn't say I couldn't play." Reine bares her fangs in a menacing smile. Then I'm thrown over the side of the bridge.

My last thought before I slam into something is, you stole my idea. I black out.