What comes next/Preview for a new story
hello everyone… I wish to say thank you for your continued support of the mason fairweathers fanfic. It has come to my attention that some of you didn't like where I left it off. That is fine and I'm my story didn't go the way ya planned. But, I've learned a couple things while writing that story and I have excellent news… I'm starting a new story… and the first chapter will be out this thursday… so to tide you over until then I have for you… a preview, enjoy
The Binder
by
Neztro
Chapter 1: A Lying witch, a warden, and a scarred boy
The principal's office smelled like sour coffee. Lukas Nocenda sat on the chair with his head down. The girl beside him would not meet his eye or the eye of the principal as she held two snakes which nipped at each other. The pale-skinned boy wore a blue shirt which held his tightly packed muscle. His bandaged arms lie on his legs which were constricted by his blue jeans as he tried to remain perfectly still.
The door to the office opened to show a Hispanic woman in a nurses outfit enter the room. A worried look on her face revealed her mood. "Uh Principal Sykes, I came as fast as I could… traffic was terrible."
"It's quite alright Ms. Nocenda… have a seat." the principal indicated that The woman take the seat between the children.
The boy looked up at her and wore a slight frown when he saw that she was scowling.
"What did they do this time Mr. Sykes?" Ms. Nocenda asked, her tone belayed that she was disappointed.
"I'll let them tell you." the principal indicated for Luz and Lukas to tell their story.
Luz took the lead and did most of the talking as usual. Lukas chimed in when needed but he never talked out of turn. After the story was done the two adults looked at the twins quizzically.
"And what were you planning on doing with this?" the Hispanic woman held up a bundle of fire crackers macgyvered together.
"oh that was for the act three closer." Luz said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Mija, Mijo, we love your creativity but this was really dangerous." the Hispanic woman riffled through her purse and pulled out a pamphlet handing it to the girl. "If you cannot get it under control we may have to send you here."
"Reality check camp? You want to send us here?" Luz asked, disappointed.
"We don't want to… but if you can't discern fantasy from reality we may have to. Lukas are you okay?" The Hispanic woman asked seeing that the boy was breathing heavy.
The boy's breathing was sallow, his heart was racing back and forth… he could hear it… the doubt. She doesn't want us anymore. The camp is just the start. He thought as he began to breath heavy and felt his throat conscript we messed up one too many times. She's gonna abandon us… just like the others… we're going back to the orphanage and no one will want us. Lukas' vision was blurry and he could hardly hear anything. What snapped him back was the voice of the latest woman to take him in.
"Mijo! Lukas! Are you having more bad thoughts." she said the last line in a motherly tone. "Lukas, Talk to Mami, she just wants to help you."
Lukas was nearly out of breath and he could feel that his heart was close to stopping.
The principal was fumbling with his phone in order to call an ambulance for the boy.
