PERFECT SUCCUBUS
Chapter 1
The clock struck 12 at midnight as I gazed out of my window. These past few days have been quite sleepless for me with all the problems going on. The accumulated stress of studies, teen problems to name a few. I sighed as I realized that things are never going to get better, just worse as I grow up. The rest of the night passed with a lot of mumbling.
The night had passed and I had to get up for school. Right that moment, exactly at that moment, sleep punched my face like a bully. The human body sucks. Using every bit of willpower at disposal I hauled myself to the bathroom where I dunked my face into the bucket of water. A chill ran down my spine as the freezing water graced my cheek and I jumped back cursing. I wiped my face quickly and brushed my teeth while taking a quick shower. You have to make sacrifices to hygiene when you are in the final grade and everyone around increases the pressure by emphasizing the importance of the twelfth grade in the life of a person. I pack my bags hurriedly and rush down for breakfast and leave for the one place a teen dreads "THE SCHOOL".
I meet my friend, Ron Genter, on the way at the supermarket as it has become our routine to eat popsicles before school. We talk about art, comics and the latest gossips of celebrities and movie theories. I know, we are GEEKS! The two of us rush straight down to our lockers avoiding any possible eye contact. It is the rule of introverts: Never draw attention to oneself unless emergencies. By emergencies, we mean a heart attack or a possible stroke, not urinal emergencies.
I wish a couple of other guys a good morning while I shove my stuff into my locker. The school bell rings while we discuss about the new Call of Duty Vanguard reveal and I pray to have a normal day, not a great day, a normal day.
Obviously, God was busy as I had the worst day possible. I was called upon several times onto the board to demonstrate a problem or read the assignment. This was a personal record for me, with being called at least 6 times. I repeat, we do not do well under social pressure or even more than three sets of eyes staring at us. I had performance anxiety while I was being born with all the doctors and nurses staring at me. All this humiliation was excluding the disaster at lunch. I called the lunch lady mom for some reason while my crush was standing beside me. I probably went from somewhere in the middle to the last on her list. On the school popularity list, I was probably pushed back a little. I am thankful I am not the last, as that spot is secured by my classmate David Teller for a couple years after his P.E incident where poor David decided to go commando and a jock pulled down his pants. The whole class saw David's bat. It was when his puberty hit him too. All we saw was a brown stick pointing out of a black forest. The girls were pretty grossed out and the boys tease him till now. Although, David got a girl friend from that incident. A psycho who was apparently found the event and David's bat pleasing. Well good for David. Anyway, back to lunch lady, my crush smirked as I said it and my pal Ron stomped my feet. I blushed severely and ran to my table. Ron ran behind me and smirked, "Dude, what the hell was that?". I mumbled I was confused and did not want to talk about this. He smiled and said "Yes, mom". I shot him a furious look but he just kept grinning.
When the evening bell rang, I was thankful that this miserable day ended, but no, I get asked to stay in for writing the script to the school play. Thank the gods, and my partner was my crush, Kate Monroe. It could have been literally anyone. But no, fate loved toying with me. Kate smiles as I entered the room and I nod back. I nod back? What am I? A rapper? Why did I nod back? I cursed myself silently as I went to grab the paper. Kate shot me another quick smile before she stood up to leave? I asked her where she was headed to? She said she had finished her work during a free period and that she was now heading home. I nod and wave bye. She smiles and leaves. Even though I did not want to be with her right now, couldn't God have given me this at least? Some alone time with Kate?
I curse my bad luck as I head home. I stop by a temple and pray that I wish I had someone like a genie to help me. I pour out all of my stored emotions into that one prayer and leave a little bit relieved that I took out my emotions. I turned in a little early that night as I did not want to talk to anyone. I switched of the lights and just sat on my bed. My eyes started shutting as I grew drowsy. Then everything went red. A sudden explosion of red. The room started spinning. And I saw someone standing in front of me. A black figure. I squinted to figure who it was. Then I realised.