Chapter 2: And So It Was
I walked to my locker at the end of school. I looked down at the back of my hand. It had a little yellow triangle colored on it. Matt, Frank, and I were goofing around in Mrs. Kentant's class for Math, and started coloring. I drew three triangles it a form of a big one, one on top, two on the bottom. I had no idea, but I had a sudden impulse to do it. And the weird thing is that Matt and Frank did that, and at the time were not together, and didn't show each other. We all thought it was freaky.
"So, Craig, what's going on tonight. What are we gonna do?" questioned Frank.
"Hmm, I'm thinking of the movie 'The Chosen One'. That movie has more of a serious tone to it, but it has it funny sides."
I turned my locker combination to the right numbers, then jerked up on the handle and dropped my books on the bottom of my blue, 5-foot locker. I grabbed my backpack, shut my locker, and headed for the bus. I jumped on, and waved Matt goodbye because he rode a different bus. Frank stepped on after me, took a step to the left, and started down the aisle. We plumped down into a seat a row from the back. Frank, I guess, lay back to far and hit his head on a handle for the window.
"Ow!" Frank cried out, holding the back of his head. He scratched it softly, feeling for any bumps. We slammed forward and he hit his head again. I started laughing, and then Kirk Elsworth came up and flicked me in the head.
"Hey!" I yelled out, now rubbing the back of my head. He grinned, and sat down in the seat, diagonal from us.
"Don't laugh at little kids," Kirk stammered, grinning again.
"Hey, Kirk, want to go the movies with me, Craig, and Matt?" Frank called out, over the commotion of the other kids on the bus.
"I probably can. I don't see why not."
"Sweet." I looked out the window, the smelt the manure from the nearby farm. I pulled my shirt up to my nose, holding it, making sure not to do anything worse than gag. I turned my head just in time to see Kirk stand up and start walking off.
He was one of the first stops, maybe the third. Man, I thought, today is going faster than ever. It just wasn't a normal day. My stop was near last, but so many people get off at the few stops before me, it's a really short ride.
"See ya Kirk!" I yelled, aiming out of the window. He waved and started walking up his street as we pulled away.
"He's one crazy nut," Frank said, pointing to Kirk, who was now off in the distance. I shook my head in agreement.
I once remember him doing a back flip off a batting cage, near 20 feet high. He'll do anything, and doesn't care what people think of him. He's really laid back.
"Yes he is. Yes he is..." I muttered under my breath. The bus started to stop, and Frank stood up.
"Call me when you get home," he told me.
"Gotcha." He walked off the bus and across a yard or three to get to his house. I watched him walk; thinking something was different about today. Matt and Frank seemed to notice it to, like some weird disease. But no one else seemed to notice, or, for that matter, care. I waited about ten more minutes before my stop. I stood up and started walking down the aisle. When the bus started slowing, I brought weight back, balancing myself. The bus stopped, and I hopped off, the only one getting off at the stop.
It usually took about eight minutes to get down my road and to the house. I kicked acorns and threw rocks until I got to the house. I went by the mailbox and picked up the mail, and the newspaper. I walked in, dropped my bag, and headed downstairs. I got online to figure out the times and places for movies. "The Chose One" was on at 9:30 PM tonight, so I decided that would be a good time.
My mom dropped me off at the movies, money for food and tickets stashed in my wallet. I got in line and waited for someone to show up. I hope someone at least shows up, I thought to myself, also thinking of how stupid I'd look alone. I got up to the desk and got a ticket for the movie, and then waited. Matt walked in, with an ape shirt on. It had tons of faces of apes on it. I walked up to him in the line and waited.
"Frank coming?" I questioned, looking around for the blonde head of his. Matt smiled, and I started cracking up. I fell to the floor laughing. He was wearing his teeth he had earlier this month for Halloween. The teeth were all yellow and spaced out, like a hillbilly type thing. I picked myself back and looked at Matt.
"What? Is there something in my teeth? Huh? Tell me!" He said, then started pounding his chest, gasping like he was having a heart attack.
I turned around and someone jumped on my back. I tried to flip the person over; thinking it was some crazy person, wanting my money.
"I-YA!" He cried. I stopped, and dropped the person.
"Hey!" the person said. I turned around and Frank was standing there.
"Don't you ever jump on my back again!" I stopped shaking him, and looked around. Everyone was staring at us.
"Uhh...hi...people. We...weren't...really...hurting...each...other." Matt choked out.
"Yeah, sorry for scaring you," I apologized. Matt bought his ticket, then Frank. We walked away and started laughing.
"We totally reek of awesomeness!" Frank said.
"Total haynosity!" Matt said, laughing along, choking up the words.
* * * * * * *
I walked out of the theaters, feeling like a looser. I had pop all over my jeans, looking like I had just wet my pants. It was a scary part to, to make matters worse. I could hear chuckles of laughter when I would walk by people. I would say, "It's pop." But the predominant response was always, "Sure it is."
Frank had gotten scared at the scary part and flinched with great force. He squeezed his pop, popping of his lid, then spilling it on me. He was trying to say he was sorry, while Matt was laughing hysterically, but I walked off. I wasn't mad, just I wanted to see as much as the movie as possible, so I tried to hurry. When I got the top of the theatre, I turned around to see Matt and Frank coming back to help.
"Dang-it!" I said entering the bathroom. There was no paper towel. I rinsed it off, making it bigger, but grabbed a stray chair sat down, and turned the drier towards me (don't ask me how it why or how the chair got in there). I let the warmth go over my leg and the watched the door lightly open. Matt entered first, the Frank right behind, with more pop.
"Hey, I was still thirsty, so I stopped and got more pop," Frank said.
"Its OK about my pants. I don't care, they'll wash again, I hope." I told him, looking at my pants. I leaned back in my chair and looked around. It was really weird in here. I propped my chair onto two legs and leaned on some bricks behind me. I felt uneasy in my chair, even though I had done this a million times before. The bricks moved behind me, and I fell through the wall. I landed with a serious thud. Frank and Matt came to check on my condition. I got up, and looked around the new room.
"Now that, was weird." Matt choked out.
"U-huh," I replied, now in shock. "Is there a light switch in here? Try and find one guys." We went deeper and deeper into the room, still seeing the light from the other room.
"I think I found it," Matt said, smacking on the wall. He flipped it, and the lights came on, but the wall closed up. We stared at the room. It was filled with ancient artifacts, or so they seemed. One was a sword, another a bag.
"Uhh, guys. You might want to see this," Frank said from the other side of the room. He pointed at a shield, with a lion and other drawings on it.
"So what. It's a shield," Matt replied, shrugging it off, about to go explore more.
"No, look." He pointed at the corner of the shield. It had three golden triangles, exactly what I had drawn earlier. I pulled out the paper of my right pocket. I unfolded and looked at it. It was there, in full gold. I then looked at each hand, at the triangles.
"Uhh, also guys, you might want to check out your hands," I gasped, still in shock. The triangles were glowing, the ones on the back of our hands. I stepped back, not knowing why.
"You must be the ones, I presume," a voice from behind ruffed out. I turned around and gasped.
I walked to my locker at the end of school. I looked down at the back of my hand. It had a little yellow triangle colored on it. Matt, Frank, and I were goofing around in Mrs. Kentant's class for Math, and started coloring. I drew three triangles it a form of a big one, one on top, two on the bottom. I had no idea, but I had a sudden impulse to do it. And the weird thing is that Matt and Frank did that, and at the time were not together, and didn't show each other. We all thought it was freaky.
"So, Craig, what's going on tonight. What are we gonna do?" questioned Frank.
"Hmm, I'm thinking of the movie 'The Chosen One'. That movie has more of a serious tone to it, but it has it funny sides."
I turned my locker combination to the right numbers, then jerked up on the handle and dropped my books on the bottom of my blue, 5-foot locker. I grabbed my backpack, shut my locker, and headed for the bus. I jumped on, and waved Matt goodbye because he rode a different bus. Frank stepped on after me, took a step to the left, and started down the aisle. We plumped down into a seat a row from the back. Frank, I guess, lay back to far and hit his head on a handle for the window.
"Ow!" Frank cried out, holding the back of his head. He scratched it softly, feeling for any bumps. We slammed forward and he hit his head again. I started laughing, and then Kirk Elsworth came up and flicked me in the head.
"Hey!" I yelled out, now rubbing the back of my head. He grinned, and sat down in the seat, diagonal from us.
"Don't laugh at little kids," Kirk stammered, grinning again.
"Hey, Kirk, want to go the movies with me, Craig, and Matt?" Frank called out, over the commotion of the other kids on the bus.
"I probably can. I don't see why not."
"Sweet." I looked out the window, the smelt the manure from the nearby farm. I pulled my shirt up to my nose, holding it, making sure not to do anything worse than gag. I turned my head just in time to see Kirk stand up and start walking off.
He was one of the first stops, maybe the third. Man, I thought, today is going faster than ever. It just wasn't a normal day. My stop was near last, but so many people get off at the few stops before me, it's a really short ride.
"See ya Kirk!" I yelled, aiming out of the window. He waved and started walking up his street as we pulled away.
"He's one crazy nut," Frank said, pointing to Kirk, who was now off in the distance. I shook my head in agreement.
I once remember him doing a back flip off a batting cage, near 20 feet high. He'll do anything, and doesn't care what people think of him. He's really laid back.
"Yes he is. Yes he is..." I muttered under my breath. The bus started to stop, and Frank stood up.
"Call me when you get home," he told me.
"Gotcha." He walked off the bus and across a yard or three to get to his house. I watched him walk; thinking something was different about today. Matt and Frank seemed to notice it to, like some weird disease. But no one else seemed to notice, or, for that matter, care. I waited about ten more minutes before my stop. I stood up and started walking down the aisle. When the bus started slowing, I brought weight back, balancing myself. The bus stopped, and I hopped off, the only one getting off at the stop.
It usually took about eight minutes to get down my road and to the house. I kicked acorns and threw rocks until I got to the house. I went by the mailbox and picked up the mail, and the newspaper. I walked in, dropped my bag, and headed downstairs. I got online to figure out the times and places for movies. "The Chose One" was on at 9:30 PM tonight, so I decided that would be a good time.
My mom dropped me off at the movies, money for food and tickets stashed in my wallet. I got in line and waited for someone to show up. I hope someone at least shows up, I thought to myself, also thinking of how stupid I'd look alone. I got up to the desk and got a ticket for the movie, and then waited. Matt walked in, with an ape shirt on. It had tons of faces of apes on it. I walked up to him in the line and waited.
"Frank coming?" I questioned, looking around for the blonde head of his. Matt smiled, and I started cracking up. I fell to the floor laughing. He was wearing his teeth he had earlier this month for Halloween. The teeth were all yellow and spaced out, like a hillbilly type thing. I picked myself back and looked at Matt.
"What? Is there something in my teeth? Huh? Tell me!" He said, then started pounding his chest, gasping like he was having a heart attack.
I turned around and someone jumped on my back. I tried to flip the person over; thinking it was some crazy person, wanting my money.
"I-YA!" He cried. I stopped, and dropped the person.
"Hey!" the person said. I turned around and Frank was standing there.
"Don't you ever jump on my back again!" I stopped shaking him, and looked around. Everyone was staring at us.
"Uhh...hi...people. We...weren't...really...hurting...each...other." Matt choked out.
"Yeah, sorry for scaring you," I apologized. Matt bought his ticket, then Frank. We walked away and started laughing.
"We totally reek of awesomeness!" Frank said.
"Total haynosity!" Matt said, laughing along, choking up the words.
* * * * * * *
I walked out of the theaters, feeling like a looser. I had pop all over my jeans, looking like I had just wet my pants. It was a scary part to, to make matters worse. I could hear chuckles of laughter when I would walk by people. I would say, "It's pop." But the predominant response was always, "Sure it is."
Frank had gotten scared at the scary part and flinched with great force. He squeezed his pop, popping of his lid, then spilling it on me. He was trying to say he was sorry, while Matt was laughing hysterically, but I walked off. I wasn't mad, just I wanted to see as much as the movie as possible, so I tried to hurry. When I got the top of the theatre, I turned around to see Matt and Frank coming back to help.
"Dang-it!" I said entering the bathroom. There was no paper towel. I rinsed it off, making it bigger, but grabbed a stray chair sat down, and turned the drier towards me (don't ask me how it why or how the chair got in there). I let the warmth go over my leg and the watched the door lightly open. Matt entered first, the Frank right behind, with more pop.
"Hey, I was still thirsty, so I stopped and got more pop," Frank said.
"Its OK about my pants. I don't care, they'll wash again, I hope." I told him, looking at my pants. I leaned back in my chair and looked around. It was really weird in here. I propped my chair onto two legs and leaned on some bricks behind me. I felt uneasy in my chair, even though I had done this a million times before. The bricks moved behind me, and I fell through the wall. I landed with a serious thud. Frank and Matt came to check on my condition. I got up, and looked around the new room.
"Now that, was weird." Matt choked out.
"U-huh," I replied, now in shock. "Is there a light switch in here? Try and find one guys." We went deeper and deeper into the room, still seeing the light from the other room.
"I think I found it," Matt said, smacking on the wall. He flipped it, and the lights came on, but the wall closed up. We stared at the room. It was filled with ancient artifacts, or so they seemed. One was a sword, another a bag.
"Uhh, guys. You might want to see this," Frank said from the other side of the room. He pointed at a shield, with a lion and other drawings on it.
"So what. It's a shield," Matt replied, shrugging it off, about to go explore more.
"No, look." He pointed at the corner of the shield. It had three golden triangles, exactly what I had drawn earlier. I pulled out the paper of my right pocket. I unfolded and looked at it. It was there, in full gold. I then looked at each hand, at the triangles.
"Uhh, also guys, you might want to check out your hands," I gasped, still in shock. The triangles were glowing, the ones on the back of our hands. I stepped back, not knowing why.
"You must be the ones, I presume," a voice from behind ruffed out. I turned around and gasped.