Louis High School, Villeville, Ohio--Saturday, May 3, 1986
9:45 am
"Man, this place has some severe traffic for such a small town on Saturday," moaned C.J.
"It also doesn't help that you're the slowest kid on the face of the planet." taunted Al. "Besides, I don't need to worry about the cars. They go right through me. Ha, ha."
They ran inside. "William?" called C.J. as he searched the dimly lit halls. "Are you here?"
A whisper came from a nearby door. "Steven, shhh!" It was William!
"What are you doing here?" whispered C.J.
"I was passing by the school when I saw a weird-looking guy come in," explained William, "so I followed him. He caught me and tied me to this desk. I think he's got a gun."
"He's right, C.J. The coroner's report said William died from a .45 Magnum through the head," said Al. "Apparently, the creep didn't want anyone knowing he broke in."
Just then, footsteps began coming towards the room. Al looked outside the classroom.
"Um, C.J., guess who's coming to dinner?" he warned.
"Oh, no, he's coming back," mumbled William. "Steven, help me!"
"I will, Will," said C.J. "Don't worry."
"Ceej, it's 10:00!" shouted Al. "You have 3 minutes to save William and about 30 seconds to hide your hyde!"
Then, C.J. had an idea. First, he grabbed a half-full trash can and balanced it ever so carefully atop the classroom door. Next, he grabbed a yardstick to use as a fighting stick. After that, he told William not to say anything that would tell the stranger anyone else was there, such as, "Someone else is here." Finally, as the most important part of the plan, C.J. stashed himself behind the door to avoid detection.
"Here he comes; I hope this works," Al said. "Because if it doesn't, you'll both be breathing through the backs of your heads in 2 minutes."
"Thanks for being so supportive, Al," whispered C.J.
"Who are you talking to?" asked William.
"My hologram from the future, now shh!--Don't worry, Al, I'm a compulsive liar, remember?"
The homicidal hobo entered the room. As he pushed open the door, the trash can fell on his head. C.J. jumped out and began whacking the intruder repeatedly, both smacking and poking him with the stick. Eventually, the bumbling bum fell over, unconscious. C.J. and William ran from the building, leaving the attacker inside.
"William, you better call the cops and tell them what happened. I don't really think they're going to believe me," said C.J.
"Alright, C.J.," said Al, "obviously William's safe, you're safe, and that weird guy is arrested for trespassing, breaking and entering, assault, and kidnapping. Good job."
"Hey, Steve," asked William, "how did you know I was here anyway?"
"Oh, boy," said Al.
C.J. choked for a second. "Um, well,--" C.J.'s entire body glowed blue. Rays of blue light shot out from him. There was a sudden FLASH, and then...
(Proceed to next chapter.)
"Man, this place has some severe traffic for such a small town on Saturday," moaned C.J.
"It also doesn't help that you're the slowest kid on the face of the planet." taunted Al. "Besides, I don't need to worry about the cars. They go right through me. Ha, ha."
They ran inside. "William?" called C.J. as he searched the dimly lit halls. "Are you here?"
A whisper came from a nearby door. "Steven, shhh!" It was William!
"What are you doing here?" whispered C.J.
"I was passing by the school when I saw a weird-looking guy come in," explained William, "so I followed him. He caught me and tied me to this desk. I think he's got a gun."
"He's right, C.J. The coroner's report said William died from a .45 Magnum through the head," said Al. "Apparently, the creep didn't want anyone knowing he broke in."
Just then, footsteps began coming towards the room. Al looked outside the classroom.
"Um, C.J., guess who's coming to dinner?" he warned.
"Oh, no, he's coming back," mumbled William. "Steven, help me!"
"I will, Will," said C.J. "Don't worry."
"Ceej, it's 10:00!" shouted Al. "You have 3 minutes to save William and about 30 seconds to hide your hyde!"
Then, C.J. had an idea. First, he grabbed a half-full trash can and balanced it ever so carefully atop the classroom door. Next, he grabbed a yardstick to use as a fighting stick. After that, he told William not to say anything that would tell the stranger anyone else was there, such as, "Someone else is here." Finally, as the most important part of the plan, C.J. stashed himself behind the door to avoid detection.
"Here he comes; I hope this works," Al said. "Because if it doesn't, you'll both be breathing through the backs of your heads in 2 minutes."
"Thanks for being so supportive, Al," whispered C.J.
"Who are you talking to?" asked William.
"My hologram from the future, now shh!--Don't worry, Al, I'm a compulsive liar, remember?"
The homicidal hobo entered the room. As he pushed open the door, the trash can fell on his head. C.J. jumped out and began whacking the intruder repeatedly, both smacking and poking him with the stick. Eventually, the bumbling bum fell over, unconscious. C.J. and William ran from the building, leaving the attacker inside.
"William, you better call the cops and tell them what happened. I don't really think they're going to believe me," said C.J.
"Alright, C.J.," said Al, "obviously William's safe, you're safe, and that weird guy is arrested for trespassing, breaking and entering, assault, and kidnapping. Good job."
"Hey, Steve," asked William, "how did you know I was here anyway?"
"Oh, boy," said Al.
C.J. choked for a second. "Um, well,--" C.J.'s entire body glowed blue. Rays of blue light shot out from him. There was a sudden FLASH, and then...
(Proceed to next chapter.)