At least this is going better than it did before. Geez it needed
that rewrite.
Chapter 1 – Beginnings…
"Class, a new student has enrolled during Spring break, and I'd like to introduce him. You can come in now."
Terry and Max knew who it was. Most of the other students stared at his blue mullet. He was dressed in the same outfit he wore yesterday; only he didn't have his Walkman or stun gun.
"Class, this is…"
"Kyle Richardson."
"All right then, choose someone to help you around the school on your first day."
Kyle thought for a second, and then picked Terry.
"Okay, Terry, let's see… Well, he does have your classes. Terry, you'll show him around today."
Homeroom went well, and Terry was walking Kyle to science. Kyle was the first to strike up a conversation.
"Terry? Is there some kind of mugging wave going on?"
"No, why?"
"Someone jumped me last night, and used a rag soaked in something to knock me out."
"First day, and you're mugged? That's not a good sign."
"Well… Nothing was taken, and I wasn't harmed in any way… Anything the school rumor mill might have heard?"
"Not to my knowledge."
Kyle stopped. Terry was about to ask why he stopped, when he heard Kyle's stomach growl.
"Huh? I was sure I had a decent breakfast. Oh well…. Hmm…"
Terry started to think Kyle was a little weird when he sniffed the air a couple times.
"Hey! Someone's making a pie in the cooking class. Maybe they won't mind if…"
"Forget it. We'll be late."
Kyle suddenly held his nose like something reeked.
"Fine, but only because they spilled vinegar in the pie…"
The two continued to Science, while Terry really began to think Kyle was weird.
Max had that science period as well. She was a little late, but at least she made it. She took her seat next to Terry.
"Hey Terr."
"What?"
"I'm accident prone. I was making a great pie, and I had to knock vinegar into it."
Terry then began to stare at Kyle.
"What is it Terr?"
"Kyle nearly made us late over a pie he claimed to smell from half- way across the school, and the only reason I convinced him to forget it was because he said he could smell some vinegar spilled on it."
Then Max began to stare at Kyle…
Kyle and Terry had Gym next. Although Kyle's stomach growled louder now, he didn't think of being sidetracked. When they got into the locker room, they heard someone talking.
"Did you hear? The Splicers began to take people off the streets, and forcefully splice them."
"Splicers?" Kyle asked.
"You don't know? The Splicers are kind of a gang that uses splicing. They splice animal genetics into people, making them like the animals they spliced. There are antidotes though."
"Not for the new serum they're said to be testing." Nelson chimed in as he went into the gym.
Before Terry finished changing, Kyle asked him something.
"That means they have access to chemicals, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"And they use an injection gun?"
"What are you getting at?"
Kyle had already taken his shirt off, revealing his normal frame. He checked his arms, and found a small scab on his right arm.
"%@#^ IT!"
Kyle slammed his fist into a locker, leaving a slight dent. Terry now knew what he was getting at. He had been spliced…
This isn't good, is it?
Chapter 1 – Beginnings…
"Class, a new student has enrolled during Spring break, and I'd like to introduce him. You can come in now."
Terry and Max knew who it was. Most of the other students stared at his blue mullet. He was dressed in the same outfit he wore yesterday; only he didn't have his Walkman or stun gun.
"Class, this is…"
"Kyle Richardson."
"All right then, choose someone to help you around the school on your first day."
Kyle thought for a second, and then picked Terry.
"Okay, Terry, let's see… Well, he does have your classes. Terry, you'll show him around today."
Homeroom went well, and Terry was walking Kyle to science. Kyle was the first to strike up a conversation.
"Terry? Is there some kind of mugging wave going on?"
"No, why?"
"Someone jumped me last night, and used a rag soaked in something to knock me out."
"First day, and you're mugged? That's not a good sign."
"Well… Nothing was taken, and I wasn't harmed in any way… Anything the school rumor mill might have heard?"
"Not to my knowledge."
Kyle stopped. Terry was about to ask why he stopped, when he heard Kyle's stomach growl.
"Huh? I was sure I had a decent breakfast. Oh well…. Hmm…"
Terry started to think Kyle was a little weird when he sniffed the air a couple times.
"Hey! Someone's making a pie in the cooking class. Maybe they won't mind if…"
"Forget it. We'll be late."
Kyle suddenly held his nose like something reeked.
"Fine, but only because they spilled vinegar in the pie…"
The two continued to Science, while Terry really began to think Kyle was weird.
Max had that science period as well. She was a little late, but at least she made it. She took her seat next to Terry.
"Hey Terr."
"What?"
"I'm accident prone. I was making a great pie, and I had to knock vinegar into it."
Terry then began to stare at Kyle.
"What is it Terr?"
"Kyle nearly made us late over a pie he claimed to smell from half- way across the school, and the only reason I convinced him to forget it was because he said he could smell some vinegar spilled on it."
Then Max began to stare at Kyle…
Kyle and Terry had Gym next. Although Kyle's stomach growled louder now, he didn't think of being sidetracked. When they got into the locker room, they heard someone talking.
"Did you hear? The Splicers began to take people off the streets, and forcefully splice them."
"Splicers?" Kyle asked.
"You don't know? The Splicers are kind of a gang that uses splicing. They splice animal genetics into people, making them like the animals they spliced. There are antidotes though."
"Not for the new serum they're said to be testing." Nelson chimed in as he went into the gym.
Before Terry finished changing, Kyle asked him something.
"That means they have access to chemicals, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"And they use an injection gun?"
"What are you getting at?"
Kyle had already taken his shirt off, revealing his normal frame. He checked his arms, and found a small scab on his right arm.
"%@#^ IT!"
Kyle slammed his fist into a locker, leaving a slight dent. Terry now knew what he was getting at. He had been spliced…
This isn't good, is it?