Will walked into the school cafeteria hesitantly, looking for his friend's table. There in the back corner sat his friends, in their usual spot. Dustin waved at Will, smiling and signaling for him to come over. Will smiled back and headed toward the table. Just then his eyes caught sight of another table of boys, popular boys. A kid he barely knew as Sam waved him over to sit with them. Will looked at his friends then back at Sam, he was torn. At that moment he made the decision to sit with Sam and his friends, his friends would still be there for him later.
Back at the table in the corner a concerned Dustin, Mike, and Lucas analyzed the situation. "Why did he go over to sit with them? He totally ditched us." Lucas said with creased eyebrows. "You would think after all we went trough to save him he'd at least sit with us." Mike replied. "Oh, come on guys let him sit with them. It's just this once, people just want to know what happened." "I know, we're just being selfish." Mike replied. "Yeah, I guess." Lucas sighed, looking down at his food.
After lunch period was over all the boys met in the hallway. Will approached the group, "Sorry guys, Sam really wanted to talk to me." Will said, truthfully sorry. Before Lucas and Mike could say something Dustin butted in "Its fine man, sorry we didn't walk to class together. Let's walk to English together this time." "Yeah", Will replied quietly.
The four walked into English class right before the bell rung. The teacher started his normal long, boring lecture over Lord of the Flies. Will hated the Lord of the Flies, the boys in it were so ignorant and didn't do anything but fight. Will tuned out the long lecture and did something he preferred to do, draw. When Will drew he was in a different world, he could create anything that popped into his mind. Normally, when his pencil touched the paper he didn't know what the final product would be, it just happened, his brain just told his hand what to do. That day in English class he had drawn a strange girl with short wavy hair, wide brown eyes, and old dirty clothes. He had never seen this girl before, yet he recognized her and it seemed as if he could hear her voice. Suddenly, he felt that gut wrenching pain in his stomach. It had the same effect of going down a steep hill on a bike. He knew that the slug would escape him at any moment, no one could know. He ran out of his chair, not caring what anyone would think and ran strait down the hallway to the bathroom.
He slammed the first stalls door close and the whole school seemed to echo with a boom. He stood in front of the toilet gasping for breath, the slug squirmed out of his mouth and made a plopping noise in the toilet. Suddenly, the floor shifted below him the room became dark and run down, vines creeping up the walls. He heard something, someone crying. "Mike?" A shaky voice sniffled. Will turned around in the stall use to find that he was back in the school bathroom. That was the girl he had drawn, he just knew it. That was elevens voice, the girl Mike cared so much about.
Almost as soon as Will re-entered the English classroom the teacher dismissed him to go to the nurses office. Will happily took advantage of going to the nurses office, he was ready for the day to be over, he didn't like the attention that he was getting.
Will sat on the nurse's bed as the nurse looked into his eyes, checked his temperature, and looked down his throat. The nurse found nothing wrong with him. "Are you sure you threw up?" The nurse said, raising her eyebrows. "Well, yeah." Will said, knowing it was partially the truth. "Well, puke is puke, so I guess you had better go home for the rest of the day." Replied the nurse, handing Will the phone to call his mom.
Will sat silently in the car as his mom drove him home. "You okay? did something happen at school?" Joyce sighed, raising her eyebrows. "No, not much was different at school." Will said, even though it was a lie. everything had been different besides the usual bullies. Kids now knew who he was, they knew his name, some kids even wanted to talk to him, however his usual friends had seemed distant. He didn't want it to be this way, he wanted everything to be normal again. But he knew it never would be. He hoped that after after a few days the buzz of him coming back would die off.
When Will arrived home, his mother practically forced him into his bed. Will was glad to rest and have time to think things through. he had a feeling that he should tell someone about the strange creatures coming out his mouth, but most importantly he needed to ask Mike about eleven. When the clock read four, he knew that Mike was home. "Mike, Mike...Do you copy" Will whispered on his walkie talkie. Nothing... Will set the Walkie talkie on his bedside table and sighed. After waiting in silence "Yeah, I copy." Came over the walkie talkie. Will replied, "What did eleven look like? Over..."