My name is Kyle Quill.
I'm 15 years old.
I go to Fairwood High School in western Ohio.
I know. Seems pretty boring. It is.
I'm a sophomore with dyslexia and ADHD. It makes class a living hell.
Of course, there is my best friend, Sam Yancy. She's awesome. Her full name is Samantha, but don't call her that. If you do, you will get a mouth full of dirt after she pushes you to the ground. Trust me. I've done it.
Anyway, school is torture. I can't believe I have to sit through useless classes such as math. I'm never going to use math. Ever. I can hardly read it. How am I supposed to make a career out of it?
The only class I remotely excel is Greek. And I don't know where I'll use that in real life. It's more useless than math.
Anyway, I really enjoy my after school activities. On Mondays and Wednesday's I have gardening with Sam. We're both freaky good at it, for some reason.
On Tuesdays I have swimming. I'm the best in the school. Don't ask me how that happened. I have no idea, but I do have some muscles. I'm tougher than I look.
Then (this is the part that throws everyone else off) I have workshop on Friday. I love making things. The heat of the workshop never really bothers me.
The only reason I try in class is so that I can keep being in my programs. It would kill me to have to leave. That, and I do not want to repeat a year.
I was walking to my locker with Sam. It was a normal Monday, and I was tired and cranky, as per usual. She was telling me to lighten up.
"Come on, we both have Greek with Mrs. Fuln today!" Sam was saying.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well I have math with Mr. Porch first period."
She winced. "Oh. That's not good for you."
"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.
Mr. Porch, the bane of our existence. He was short, had curly hair, and always wore baggy pants. He was evil. On top of our dyslexia (we both had it), this guy was awful. He gave us both a hard time in class and gave us detention for fun.
The other kids loved him. We hated him.
Then warning bell rang, and Sam waved. "Have fun in Porch's!"
"I will," I muttered sarcastically.
I ran through the halls. I would miss Gardening if I was late.
After an hour of torture, I finally collapsed into Mrs. Fuln's room.
Sam laughed next to me. "Did you have a nice nap?"
I wasn't amused. "Don't laugh. You have him fifth period."
"Ugh. Don't remind me."
"Good morning, class!" a perky voice rang out.
In stepped my favorite teacher ever. She had pale skin and red hair, and she almost resembled a vampire. But she was really nice to me and Sam, and super forgiving when it came to our dyslexia.
The other kids called her evil, and absolutely loathed her, but we loved her.
After seven more hours of torture, I was finally in gardening class with Sam.
"Need help?" I said, reaching up to the top of the shelf to help her get her spade.
I could've sworn she had blushed, but she looked away.
She had light brown hair, like mine. But instead of sea-green eyes, like mine, she had startling forest-green eyes. Her skin was tan, and she was relatively pretty.
Even I could tell that she had a crush on me.
But she wasn't my type. I knew my type, and I knew there was someone out there for me.
"Hey, you coming?" I heard Sam say, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, you bet!"
Gardening was fun. I threw dirt at people I didn't like. Sam laughed. I had surprisingly good aim. The flowers always bloomed more for us. It was weird. But we didn't care.
Afterwards, the club had an ice cream party, but I had to leave. My mom was picking me up.
A word about my mother, before you meet her.
She's not that nice. I know, I should love my mother, yada, yada, yada. She's done so much for me, blah, blah, blah. But she just has this grudge against me for some reason. I can see it in the way she looks at me.
My father is dead. She isn't too happy about that, but I never even knew him.
She honked her horn three times while I was going to the car. She's usually more patient. Like, freaky patient.
For some reason that I am not aware of, my mother and I are both freaky patient. We can focus on things for hours (not that I like to). Now that I think about it, so is Sam.
But she wasn't patient today. Today was the day of the big presentation.
After a silent car ride, one that I was not very interested in, we arrived at the community park. My mother had to arrive early since she was giving the presentation, but Sam was coming later. I didn't even know what it was about. I honestly didn't care.
She was talking with a few people, so I went to climb a tree.
I know. A fifteen year old boy climbing a tree? Really weird. But I love it. Aside from swimming, it's the one place I can think. That, and the forge.
The branches just seem to be exactly where I need them to be. I can't explain it. I just go with it.
"Kyle!" The shrill voice of my mother cut through the peaceful afternoon.
I sighed. "Coming!"
I was sitting in the audience, and I had taken my shoes off so my feet could touch the soft soil beneath me. Mother would kill me if she knew I had my shoes off, but I didn't care.
Sam didn't show up. I was really sad, but mostly ticked off. What kind of friend just leaves there friend at a boring meeting with their crazy mother?
Just then, a shattering sound erupted from behind me. All heads whipped around. And I couldn't believe what I saw.
It was Mrs. Fuln, but she wasn't Mrs. Fuln. Her hair was twisting around her head, emitting an orange glow. Her legs were really off. It was like she had two pant legs on: one shaggy, one mechanical.
If that wasn't weird enough, Sam was right next to her, and she was yelling at me to come on. Now that I thought about it, so was Mrs. Fuln.
And the weirdness continued when a shattering broke out on stage. It was Mr. Porch, but his pants were both shaggy carpets. At least he had shed the baggy pants for shaggy pants.
He was calling my name, too.
I looked at Mrs. Fuln and Sam, and back at Mr. Porch.
"You need to come with me! Your friend smells like a monster!" Mr. Porch was telling me.
"You may smell like a half-blood," Mrs. Fuln was saying (what the heck was that), "but you also smell like one of us!"
"Don't listen to her! She's a monster!" Mr. Shag Leg said. "Leave them both! You'll be safer with me!"
I looked at him, and looked at the other two.
I looked into Sam's eyes. I knew what I had to do.
I went with my friend.
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