Ace's POV

Chapter 11-

Alone in the dark.

I was soaring.

Through time and space in a dark dome, distant galaxies twinkling against the black world. Everything made me feel so small, so unimportant. It was as if the world had nothing left to benefit from me; in return they cast me away. Onto the dark world surrounding Earth; at least, what was left of my old home.

Ash covered the land, a barren wasteland filled with nothing but scavengers driven mad from trying to survive. It wasn't safe, but out here, I felt lonely. I felt that way with a thousand other things, and all I could tell you is that I hated it. Despised the mere thought of being left alone without a single soul to be here with me.

I couldn't tell you exactly what happened next. My vision blurred with threat of tears, everything so unexplainable by where I stand. This couldn't be real, shouldn't be real. Unless everything I've ever known was a lie.

My loneliness only led to me being scared, terrified even. The threat of being alone was worse that anything I had ever thought of. Slowly, my mind, my body, they all started to panic.

I was falling.

Falling deeper and farther down into a bottomless abyss, my vision blurring more and more. Stars flew around me, distant colors above my eyes. Beautiful. With a small smile my eyes started to close. And when all of my breath seemed to be gone, my thoughts faded, I woke up

My eyes snapped open, and the sound of my heavy breathing filled the classroom. Several students looked over at me, their eyes annoyed with not just me but having to do all this work. I just rolled my eyes, trying to make it seem like they where over reacting to my startled awakening. But honestly, I probably would have done the same. But I would have said something to them. You know how it goes, Words are mightier than the stink face. Or wait, that's not it, is it?

Mr. McGomery droned on, his voice dull and boring, it was a wonder how they all didn't fall asleep. With an over-exaggerated sigh, I picked back up my pencil and began to doodle. Honestly, I could care less about the US' government.

This doodle was a picture of a girl falling through space, her eyes closed and hair mirroring her face. It seemed so familiar, if that doesn't seem strange. An awesome eerie feeling, that slowly made its way to my gut where the awesome vanished and left me scared and hollow. As odd as it seemed for my awesome self and I to feel this way, it also seemed familiar. Very recent, but I knew that it couldn't have been real. So, a dream maybe? I wasn't sure; dreams and reality always got messed up in my mind. Never have I been able to tell the difference. Dreams always had seemed too real, reality too fake. But then again, this was if I could remember my dreams.

You see, if I did remember my dreams they come to me at the oddest times. Like at the dentist, at the movies, you get the picture. It also seems to have a tie to whatever makes me think of the dreams. The dentist one was when I was dreaming that we where driving and got lost. That no matter where we went we couldn't get to the dentist's and all my teeth where coming out with a steady flow of blood.

"Ace, that's not going to help you pass the exam," He grunted and began to walk over to me, his footsteps loud. It was like he did that on purpose, to make himself seem like a monster. But he didn't need to put any effort into that, un-awesome people just have that ability.

His breath was hot and he stunk, no seriously, you could smell his armpits from a mile away. Searching brown eyes looked over at my paper, with a small movement of his hand he tore the paper out of my notebook. "This will be confiscated and I will be having a conference with your parents about your lack of ability to pay attention in my class, . I hope you realize that this is for your own good, you also have detention." He spoke under his combed mustache. God, I hated this douche bag. I rather be back in ' class and watch Kenny flirting with him to get out of detention. But try and try again, he'd fail. "Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you." I snapped back without thinking through my actions. Oh great, now the king of the un-awesome is going to get me in more trouble. Don't you just love my stupidity? I know I do.

He raised one eyebrow, "Was that backtalk I heard, Ms. Jones?" With one plump arm he pushed the rims of his glasses up his nose before also giving me the stink face. Other kids in the class snickered as I sunk down in my seat with a loud sigh.

"No ," I mumbled before looking down at my desk. I could just see the rest of the class laughing about how I was the one caught this time. You see, almost everyday in this class someone gets caught texting, doodling, or sleeping. Yesterday Brandie Delanie got caught drawing pictures of Kyle in a sketchpad. Brandie made such a fuss over him not taking the sketch pad that he showed the whole class the pictures. They weren't bad, actually they where pretty good. The only thing is that they where pictures of her and Kyle as these anime things. Lets just say that Kyle looked like he was about to eat her face. The whole class, except for Nicky and Esther, started laughing. Brandie started crying and was sent home. But it was still pretty damn funny.

You could probably feel the heat radiating from my cheeks from a mile away by then, god I hated blushing. didn't look impressed. "What was that?" He questioned, with a hint of 'I know I can make you do whatever I say if you don't want detention'. I hate teachers so fucking much.

"No " I said a little bit louder. With a nod of improvement, he went on with his pitiful excuse of a life. While I, who has much more awesome meaning, began to doodle once again. But this time, going back to my drawings of the last year or so, except instead of killing Bebe in them I was killing . That made me feel better for some reason, but it didn't stop the wonderings of what I drew exactly from my classmates. One kid actually said that it was probably a picture of Craig and me. Mother fucker, I'm going to kill him by stabbing forks into his eyes and force feeding them to a demon unicorn who is burning in hell. Then I shall say stuff about seeing while they cry, somehow, about not being able to see.

With a sigh, I pushed the doors open into the library. Or, the makeshift detention room. It was more like a prison for us students in here. But, let's just consider us Juveniles or even convicts. Either would feel appropriate.

I've never been very sure what we are supposed to do exactly in detention. Sure, I've had it plenty of times before in all. But back then, we usually had as the person watching us and he never made sure we where doing homework or whatever. But this, this is . Gym teachers are scary as hell, and don't you dare try to argue with me on this one.

I made my way to a seat near a window, looking at the usual convicts. Craig, Cartman, Red, Damien, and some others. The only ones that surprised me was Zody and Brandie. Sure, Brandie had it to make up for yesterday while Zody, well, I'm not even sure why she had it.

Without another thought on that subject I sat down in my usual seat, thinking of ways that Zody could have gotten in here. But when I remembered that was her dad, the possibilities became bottomless. "Dad, do I really have to be here for skipping practice?" She groaned from her seat, her head resting on her hand.

just nodded, immediately making Zody shut up. I knew first hand that Zody was scared of her dad, but never ceased to stop sneaking out at night. It really was shocking that she still tried to rebel against her parents, even after every grounding, extra chore, anything really, that they could throw at her. The girl was stupid, but she had guts and the ability to be persistent. Something I probably don't have, but whatever, my awesome makes up for it.

Minutes passed as I sat in this chair, biting a pencil, trying to find the X in my math homework. My homework routine ended up being like this; read problem-get confused-get headache-resist urge to throw paper- give up and scribble down a random answer. It worked pretty well for me.

Eventually, my patience ran dry just as looked down at his watch. "Detention dismissed, try not to get put back," He spoke with a bit of sarcasm, knowing that sooner or later we'd be back.

With a few shouts of delight, we all walked out of the library and off to where they where supposed to be going to go home. Teenagers split up among the streets, and into the snow until they vanished from my view.

Outside it was cold and snowy. In silence I walked home beside Tucker, our footsteps in rhythm to the others. Finally, after the silence had seemed to make the cold bitterer against my face, I spoke up. "I hate teachers."

"I know."

Conversation, denied. Next approach, "You're an asshole"

"How?"

Conversation, accepted. "I-uh-you're-um-you just are." I said, trying to hide my jumbled up reasons. So many, only one answer can be said. Yeah, lets go with that. No, no, I wasn't trying to think of why. You know what? Shut up, no one asked you. Now go do what your royal awesomeness asked.

"That makes no sense. You have to have a reason acehole," He laughed a little and looked over at me from the corner of his eye. We where crossing the street and heading past Starks Pond. More like Starks frozen wasteland.

I looked up at Craig, just noticing how miraculously tall he looked compared to me. He was the tallest kid in our grade and I was one of the shortest. We looked really odd walking together, once this kid asked if I was his little sister. Then I thought of incest and it became really weird for me. Wait, did I say incest? I meant-uh-never mind. Forget it.

"It does too make sense. People can just be born an asshole, stupid," I spat back, no seriously, I spat on his face. He moved his hand to wipe away my saliva from his face. Craig just rolled his eyes and patted me on the head, making me feel smaller.

"Sure, just like people are born egotistical and short," With a smug smirk he walked the steps up to his house and left me standing there with a little pissed off look on my face. He just laughed a little bit more and shut the door, leaving me to stalk off, homeward bound.

I closed my eyes in my bed, the sky dark with bright stars above this little mountain town above us. As soon as I thought my mind was drifting away to a world unknown to us, it came back to me. The dream I had today, and at once all I knew was that I didn't want to sleep. More than that, I didn't want to be alone. For once, I'll admit it; I was truly scared at that moment in time. But don't expect me to tell you or anyone else that ever again.

Dear Adriana,

I don't want to sleep, it seems dangerous to me. I'm scared to fall asleep, terrified at the fact that even in my dreams I can be all alone. I hate the feeling, I hate the fact!

I'll tell you my fear; my biggest fear of being alone. Even though it must seems small to you and so unreal. For me, it's so big and so real. At least, it seems real. I don't know, I'm just tired. Since I'm writing this to get my mind off of going to sleep. Do you know how hard that is? If you do, I must say that you're pretty damn awesome.

Whatever. Just let me say other things without pouring my heart out to you. You therapist. God, why do you even make me write in this thing? Are you trying to figure out my weakness and plot against me? That's pretty sick dude, I bet you're nothing more than a sadistic fuck who rapes little kids.

So, let us talk about the kids at my school and what I think about them. Let's start with a few for today.

Reese,

She's a pretty awesome dude, but she keeps staring at Craig and on occasion, Wendy. It really freaks me out, the way she sometimes acts like she likes Cartman. It's like she can't make up her mind about whom she likes. But, I'd recommend Cartman so I don't have to rip out her eyes, and so that she doesn't get bullied for being a lesbian. But besides all that, and if you get back her anger issues, she's cool. A bit awkward really, but whatever. I manage with that, being awesome has its upsides, you know? But not like you would know because, creepy, sadistic therapists aren't awesome.

Butters,

No, just no. I refuse to say anything about this girly fag. He annoys me to no end with his innocence and the fact that everyone thinks he's adorable or a closet gay. I think he's just some straight douche bag that keeps up an innocent front.

Alright, I think I'm going to fall asleep writing in this thing, so I might write back later. Who knows, I'm a pretty heavy sleeper when it comes to nighttime. You know what they say in my world, sleeping is better than having to face the night.

Until next time,

Ace.

Stay awesome.

Question of the chapter: Did you think that Ace's fear was obvious? Or was this a shock to you?

A/N: Ta-Da! Hey, so, yeah. Get that bitch a whale, bitches love whales. I have no clue what I need to say, so, if you have any questionsPM me. :3