Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't updated for a very long time, but I've had a lot of work to do and have gone through three separate computers losing all of my story files. This was fairly demoralising as you can guess so it took me an age to get round to it. I also want to say that anyone, not only the people who I picked, can leave a REVIEW (not PM) of how you think I can improve, any ideas of what I can write in future, any questions, and of course what you thought of the story. I will answer all questions here in future. Anyway, here is the moment you have all been waiting patiently for … I hope. See you soon (all out of story comments will now be in bold).
Disclaimer
(I own nothing apart from the character Jason Shade and the formation of the words) ON WITH THE STORY! :}
Chapter 1 - Awakening of the DEAD
Jason Shade walked through the familiar hallways of a familiar school. 'Period 4' he thought, as he looked down at his timetable 'English. Damn, Japanese schools always have such annoying teachers.' Mr Sheeto looked like a paedophile, talked like a paedophile. Hell. Probably was a paedophile, probably why he became teacher! Jason grimaced at his own reasoning, since when had his thoughts become so perverse. He hadn't touched a hair on a child's hair since he began teaching…that he knew of anyway. He mentally kicked his head in and scolded himself.
Putting this to the back of his mind he focused on getting to class, avoiding eye contact with as many people as he could along the way. He had a long stride, which was expected as he was taller than most. He hurried towards the English block, passing many of his 'fellow' students. He can't call them that after all the abuse he has had to put up with over the past what, couple of years? He was sick to death of it, although, that was an unfair assessment. Even though he didn't want to accept it cause he wanted to wallow in his self-pity, not everyone was abusive. Like that Josh Wellington or, um, what was his name, Pat… Patrick? No, that wasn't it.
'Ahh well, he's in English so I'll hear it in registration.' he reasoned. But, unknown to him and to everybody apart from a certain guy with messy black hair, a girl with her distinctive dirty blond antennae, and another guy with clean white hair, something awful and hellish… and downright disturbing had happed at the front gate. And there would be no English today (lucky). Yet not even the three had any understanding of what was going on, but that would change.
Alright sorry for the small chapter and for the big break. I am fairly disappointed with myself. In future I will be updating much quicker than this but a lot got in the way of my progress. I also aim to have longer stories. I apologise and say only this… IT's HARDER THAN IT LOOKS. If you think you can do better make a story and send me the details by PRIVATE MESSAGING (PM) otherwise don't forget to review and give me tips on how to improve. I ended it here to kind of prove that I still am continuing so it will get longer from here-on-out. That's about it.
AvMaori (my new name) out.
