Legacy
Chapter Two:
Argh. The one place I had to go to every morning was always conveniently a couple blocks away from my home. No time to think in one's own peace of mind. Plenty of people flocking to their work buildings like burned out rabbits from prison. Traffic was heavy with taxis flying by me at only five miles per hour. I couldn't understand why they were always in such a hurry, unless those rumors of extra cash were true.
I stopped at an old corner of a street where a barbershop used to be. The white, red and blue striped pole was still there. It had gone out of business long ago, before I entered middle school. I even remember the man that ran that shop, Jess Watson. He was over fifty, a nice fellow with a Santa's sack worth of credit card debt. Sometimes I went to visit him and peer into the old window like any curious six-year-old.
The sound of traffic horns brought me back and I crossed the street, passed a few more shops and walked into the large parking lot in font of the school. "Large" was large enough, the school held more than two thousand students and most of them were freshman. I had heard that some were transfers from other schools, like that suited my interest.
As usual there were the groups all sorted out like Jelly Belly beans, the preps, the jocks, the nerds and the goths. You can bet the goth's most popular tradition was mourning everyday in black clothing. Heck I was wearing black. Oh well, I guess I'm a liquorish flavored bean today.
"Hey." A couple of students I had never met before said to me with motioned hands. How could I forget that I was the most admired guy in the school, but for what? Only for my good looks, it seemed like. It was interesting, your very own set of pauperizes at your school and the whole world doesn't have to know who you are. I glanced over my back and saw the normal "extra baggage" stalking my every move.
They were a small group of teen girls below the age of sixteen. Their leader was Ami Waldwick and her "Love Sky" court consisted of, Kerri Jackson, Dian Kat and Rein Herr. They were the same girls who had supposedly fallen in love with me since kindergarten. I rolled my eyes to myself and cursed the floors they walked on and like a stealth panther, took a left into a chem. Lab and high tailed it to room 609.
The first period bell rang and I followed through the regular schedule of seven classes. Today it was different though, my Calculus teacher didn't yell at me for not completing my homework and I got my first hundred on my math test. I had never failed, but I had never gotten such a perfect score on what I thought would have sealed my passing record. During lunch the ladies happened to serve a new dish, pizza. It certainly was a surprising sight to see.
School ended and it turned out I didn't have to work so I rode the bus home for no reason. I got home at four thirty. I walked around the house and saw no sign of my father. Basement. I thought and flew down the stairs. There the old man was, hunched over his computer like it was worth millions.
"Heh." I normally said. He didn't glance at me and then I heard his fingers rapidly tapping at the keyboard.
"You're home early." He said. Normally I didn't give reasons for anything but today, like I said was different.
"I didn't have to work." As soon as I said this he whirled around in his chair and held up the largest spider I had ever seen in my whole life. I said nothing but rose my eyebrow and pushed his hand away from my face. I liked spiders, but not when they were so close you could see what they were looking at.
"I discovered it this morning after you left." He told me. "I don't know what I did but I think I've done it!"
"Ok." Maybe he was on steroids. When did my dad ever have an interest in spiders? "Dad, are you ok?"
"Sky, this is it! I have found out the secret." He was starting to scare me like he was a mad scientist from one of the many horror movies I owned. "I can recreate spider man." Oh boy, he has lost it.
"Spider man was just a popular comic." I returned staring at the strange spider that had suddenly taken a weird interest in me. Without warning it jumped from my father's hand and leapt on me. I jumped back a foot and thought it was on my arm but then I couldn't see it. "What did you do to it?" I demanded looking franticly for it on my body. My dad came up behind me and grabbed the spider from my back.
"I've been trying to tell you all your life and you've never believed me." Of course, when have I ever believed him?
"I know you're obsessed with Spider man but let's face it dad, he wasn't real."
"Then how do you explain what the rumors said about him? What about that car he saved from falling? What about that-"
"That's what it is, rumors." I replied staring at the spider in his hands. My father glared at me and placed the spider back into a mustard jar and sealed on the lid.
"Well, we'll see."
* ssp47's Corner * Thank you all for the reviews. I am so sorry it took me a million years to update it. Alex "Wa", I keep working on this story. ^_^
Flaresword, you think the fic is too normal? Hmm, well I wasn't planning on the super weird fic thing where all the original people come back from the dead. Lol. I'll try to make it more interesting for ya. ^_~
starsprinckles9604, I agree, if you keep working with the original characters it gets real boring real fast. James Dean I guess kinda reminds me of Sky too. I wanted a deep character. ^_^
Chapter Two:
Argh. The one place I had to go to every morning was always conveniently a couple blocks away from my home. No time to think in one's own peace of mind. Plenty of people flocking to their work buildings like burned out rabbits from prison. Traffic was heavy with taxis flying by me at only five miles per hour. I couldn't understand why they were always in such a hurry, unless those rumors of extra cash were true.
I stopped at an old corner of a street where a barbershop used to be. The white, red and blue striped pole was still there. It had gone out of business long ago, before I entered middle school. I even remember the man that ran that shop, Jess Watson. He was over fifty, a nice fellow with a Santa's sack worth of credit card debt. Sometimes I went to visit him and peer into the old window like any curious six-year-old.
The sound of traffic horns brought me back and I crossed the street, passed a few more shops and walked into the large parking lot in font of the school. "Large" was large enough, the school held more than two thousand students and most of them were freshman. I had heard that some were transfers from other schools, like that suited my interest.
As usual there were the groups all sorted out like Jelly Belly beans, the preps, the jocks, the nerds and the goths. You can bet the goth's most popular tradition was mourning everyday in black clothing. Heck I was wearing black. Oh well, I guess I'm a liquorish flavored bean today.
"Hey." A couple of students I had never met before said to me with motioned hands. How could I forget that I was the most admired guy in the school, but for what? Only for my good looks, it seemed like. It was interesting, your very own set of pauperizes at your school and the whole world doesn't have to know who you are. I glanced over my back and saw the normal "extra baggage" stalking my every move.
They were a small group of teen girls below the age of sixteen. Their leader was Ami Waldwick and her "Love Sky" court consisted of, Kerri Jackson, Dian Kat and Rein Herr. They were the same girls who had supposedly fallen in love with me since kindergarten. I rolled my eyes to myself and cursed the floors they walked on and like a stealth panther, took a left into a chem. Lab and high tailed it to room 609.
The first period bell rang and I followed through the regular schedule of seven classes. Today it was different though, my Calculus teacher didn't yell at me for not completing my homework and I got my first hundred on my math test. I had never failed, but I had never gotten such a perfect score on what I thought would have sealed my passing record. During lunch the ladies happened to serve a new dish, pizza. It certainly was a surprising sight to see.
School ended and it turned out I didn't have to work so I rode the bus home for no reason. I got home at four thirty. I walked around the house and saw no sign of my father. Basement. I thought and flew down the stairs. There the old man was, hunched over his computer like it was worth millions.
"Heh." I normally said. He didn't glance at me and then I heard his fingers rapidly tapping at the keyboard.
"You're home early." He said. Normally I didn't give reasons for anything but today, like I said was different.
"I didn't have to work." As soon as I said this he whirled around in his chair and held up the largest spider I had ever seen in my whole life. I said nothing but rose my eyebrow and pushed his hand away from my face. I liked spiders, but not when they were so close you could see what they were looking at.
"I discovered it this morning after you left." He told me. "I don't know what I did but I think I've done it!"
"Ok." Maybe he was on steroids. When did my dad ever have an interest in spiders? "Dad, are you ok?"
"Sky, this is it! I have found out the secret." He was starting to scare me like he was a mad scientist from one of the many horror movies I owned. "I can recreate spider man." Oh boy, he has lost it.
"Spider man was just a popular comic." I returned staring at the strange spider that had suddenly taken a weird interest in me. Without warning it jumped from my father's hand and leapt on me. I jumped back a foot and thought it was on my arm but then I couldn't see it. "What did you do to it?" I demanded looking franticly for it on my body. My dad came up behind me and grabbed the spider from my back.
"I've been trying to tell you all your life and you've never believed me." Of course, when have I ever believed him?
"I know you're obsessed with Spider man but let's face it dad, he wasn't real."
"Then how do you explain what the rumors said about him? What about that car he saved from falling? What about that-"
"That's what it is, rumors." I replied staring at the spider in his hands. My father glared at me and placed the spider back into a mustard jar and sealed on the lid.
"Well, we'll see."
* ssp47's Corner * Thank you all for the reviews. I am so sorry it took me a million years to update it. Alex "Wa", I keep working on this story. ^_^
Flaresword, you think the fic is too normal? Hmm, well I wasn't planning on the super weird fic thing where all the original people come back from the dead. Lol. I'll try to make it more interesting for ya. ^_~
starsprinckles9604, I agree, if you keep working with the original characters it gets real boring real fast. James Dean I guess kinda reminds me of Sky too. I wanted a deep character. ^_^