My first fiction be kind..
I plan to update as much as possible but I'm busy in school so sorry if I can't keep it weekly as planned.
I don't Airwolf so no infringements is intended. Airwolf and its characters are property of its creators, Bellisario and Universal. This takes place about in the present and is an AU.
-- Reawakening
I was never a popular kid in high school. I was not an important person in my own eyes. I 'm a first generation American with parents that came here to make sure an education. Unfortunately I had other ideas.
"I'm expelling you from school, I hope you have good luck somewhere else." My principal's words rang in my ears. My mother sat there crying and my father's face was stone cold disappointment. I had been kicked out for fighting again. My new 'friends' allowed me to take the fall. Obviously I had chosen a poor group of friends, friends that really didn't care for me.
I spent three weeks at home doing nothing as my parents scrambled to find a new school for me. I wasn't allowed to leave or talk to my friends or anything. My sister didn't think much of and honestly I wasn't that much of a great brother. But I didn't really think of much of anything but getting back to my 'normal' life. That wasn't about to happen though.
"We found a school for you, son, its in Arizona and California. You won't see us for a while you won't be home either, but it in your best interest." My father's stern words rang in my ears. " You'll be spending your time outdoors in Monument Valley, and an area known as the Valley of the Gods." Shit, where the hell was that?
I got to Arizona and met my school counselors. The days were rough, we were known as a 'wilderness school'. I didn't fit in there either. Most of the kids there were problem children like myself. I wasn't allowed by myself till I had enough trust with the counselors there. I spent most of my free time what little I did have, bouldering and exploring the caves nearby alone.
On one of my trips I was climbing up one of the hill about a mile away from camp. I just liked hanging out in the desert and then thinking watching the red sands and the red stones that reached out into the skies. The contemplating silence was great and I did do some thinking about my life and my actions. But where to go from here? This question kept ringing in my head as I tossed pebbles and watched them roll away. One particular rock rolled then fell down through a crack. What the hell? Where did it go? I got up to the spot I threw it and as I got there I fell stone grinding on stone and the ground fell beneath me. I fell about ten feet, and hit my head on something the last thing I remember seeing was a black shape in front of me. As the world turned black I remember hearing a steady hum.
I plan to update as much as possible but I'm busy in school so sorry if I can't keep it weekly as planned.
I don't Airwolf so no infringements is intended. Airwolf and its characters are property of its creators, Bellisario and Universal. This takes place about in the present and is an AU.
-- Reawakening
I was never a popular kid in high school. I was not an important person in my own eyes. I 'm a first generation American with parents that came here to make sure an education. Unfortunately I had other ideas.
"I'm expelling you from school, I hope you have good luck somewhere else." My principal's words rang in my ears. My mother sat there crying and my father's face was stone cold disappointment. I had been kicked out for fighting again. My new 'friends' allowed me to take the fall. Obviously I had chosen a poor group of friends, friends that really didn't care for me.
I spent three weeks at home doing nothing as my parents scrambled to find a new school for me. I wasn't allowed to leave or talk to my friends or anything. My sister didn't think much of and honestly I wasn't that much of a great brother. But I didn't really think of much of anything but getting back to my 'normal' life. That wasn't about to happen though.
"We found a school for you, son, its in Arizona and California. You won't see us for a while you won't be home either, but it in your best interest." My father's stern words rang in my ears. " You'll be spending your time outdoors in Monument Valley, and an area known as the Valley of the Gods." Shit, where the hell was that?
I got to Arizona and met my school counselors. The days were rough, we were known as a 'wilderness school'. I didn't fit in there either. Most of the kids there were problem children like myself. I wasn't allowed by myself till I had enough trust with the counselors there. I spent most of my free time what little I did have, bouldering and exploring the caves nearby alone.
On one of my trips I was climbing up one of the hill about a mile away from camp. I just liked hanging out in the desert and then thinking watching the red sands and the red stones that reached out into the skies. The contemplating silence was great and I did do some thinking about my life and my actions. But where to go from here? This question kept ringing in my head as I tossed pebbles and watched them roll away. One particular rock rolled then fell down through a crack. What the hell? Where did it go? I got up to the spot I threw it and as I got there I fell stone grinding on stone and the ground fell beneath me. I fell about ten feet, and hit my head on something the last thing I remember seeing was a black shape in front of me. As the world turned black I remember hearing a steady hum.