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Chapter 1: A Terrible Start to a Bad Day

Allen Rose awoke from sleep screaming. After doing so he waited for several minutes to see if anyone would come and check on him. His breathing was slightly ragged after the scream but he still tried to be quiet as possible. Once he knew no one had heard him he turned his face into his pillow and started to cry. Not in sadness, but in fear.

Allen on several occasions had come to the conclusion that he had a terrible life. Two years ago he had ended up being hit by a car and sent to the hospital in which he stayed while he was in a three day coma. When he came to Allen discovered he couldn't remember anything about himself or where he came from. Not even his name would come to mind as the doctors and police desperately tried to find any clues to help them find Allen's family. After several weeks of fruitless search they all gave up and handed him over to Margret Rose, the woman who was in the car that had hit him and had called 911 afterwards. Margret was the one who had given him the name "Allen" and the name had simply stuck.

Lately in the last two months Allen had been experiencing strange dreams which at first were only various sounds and blurry images that didn't make sense. As time had passed, however they had become more realistic and thus more frightening. The latest dream had started with him sitting at the edge of a river, but the next thing Allen knew he was in the river trying not to go under. After going downstream for several minutes Allen saw, much to his horror, that there was a waterfall up ahead. As he was about to go over the edge he saw that there was nothing there but a black abyss beneath him and as he fell down into the darkness Allen began to scream, which was about when Allen was finally able to wake up from the terrible nightmare.

After crying for several minutes Allen started to notice his breathing becoming even more difficult by the minute. Instantly realizing what it was Allen reached down into his bedside dresser he grabbed his inhaler and inhaled a quick breath of the medication before stuffing it into his backpack.

Allen's asthma attacks had also seemed to be getting worse as well as the dreams but Allen never told his stepmother this. He didn't want her to worry for him more than she already did so he kept the episodes under control as best as he could.

Half an hour later Allen walked downstairs to the kitchen, completely dressed and carrying his backpack, to go get breakfast. As he was doing so Allen could hear creaks coming from above that signified his stepmother was getting up. Margret Rose came down a short while later when Allen had already whipped himself up some oatmeal.

"Morning Allen, did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes Margret," Allen lied as he quickly decided not to say anything about his latest dream.

"Well good than that means you're already for the field trip this afternoon," Margret said as she placed some bread down in the toaster.

Allen just barely stopped himself from groaning when he heard this. He had been dreading the trip to the museum for weeks and had repeatedly asked if Margret wouldn't make him go. Each time had only earned him some stern glares and a few angry "No's".

Gritting his teeth Allen replied "Of course I'm ready Margret."

"That's the spirit Allen," She said as she ruffled up Allen's blond hair, which was dyed partially bright blue, a total mess, "It's good to know you're being so optimistic now about this."

some time later...

As Allen's class entered into the museum the worry he felt became worse. Passing through the rooms he wished with all his might that for once nothing would go wrong this time. Nothing would end up like the times before now. Of all the days something bad could happen he knew it would be the worst if it happened during a school field trip.

A sharp pain on the back of his neck brought Allen back to the present as he rubbed the spot with his hand. Feeling something in the hood of his dark blue sweater Allen pulled it out and saw that the object was a neatly folded paper ninja star.

Snickers instantly rang through the air as Allen looked up to see a trio of boys trying to hide their laughter and failing.

The trio had only been going to Allen's school less than a month and already had put him on the top of their bullying list. Almost every day Allen had been assaulted by various types of pranks. From switching combination locks on his locker to stuffing mud and who knows what else in his gym shoes had all been done to him and by this point Allen was starting to seriously get fed up by it. Glaring at them he clenched his hands into fist to prevent him from walking over there and beating them up.

"You're not going to do what I think you were planning to do Allen?"

Allen looked up to see the always smiling face of Amari Ellows who was another student in Allen's class.

No matter what negative thing you told her she always tried to find the positive side to it and with her curly blond hair that curled around her ears, her soft dark brown eyes and the splash of freckles across her face it made her seem like an overly happy nymph. Her love of the color yellow only added to the opinion most students, including Allen, had about her. Today however the yellow obsession was limited to her wearing a bright yellow T-shirt with her jeans and white sneakers. Most of the time he wouldn't even pay attention to her let alone talk to her so the fact that she was speaking to him had somewhat surprised him.

"What did you think I was planning to do?" Allen looked away from her to see that the boys had moved on and were now entering a different part of the museum.

"You were planning on beating those mean boys up and teaching them a lesson." Amari stated simply and somewhat loudly.

Glancing around worriedly Allen looked to see if Mr. Lusky, their teacher, had heard what she had said before responding, "Amari! Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

"No," she answered with her face becoming slightly red in embarrassment, "But I really think you should think more carefully before you act Allen that way you wouldn't get in trouble so often." Even though she was still smiling a look of worry had entered into her eyes as she walked away and into an adjacent room where most of the class was now.

Slightly puzzled by the brief interaction Allen shrugged and followed her into the same room.

The room was full of various types of statues from around the world but most of the class was gathered around only one specific statue on the other side of the room. Having now almost completely forgotten the conversation from a few minutes prior Allen went over to see what they were looking at.

The statue looked nothing like any of the other statues. For one thing it was only about three feet tall and stood on a tall stand to be viewed and for another it didn't resemble any type of art style Allen had found in any art books. It was a small humanoid figure with a large nose, small dark eyes and large pointed ears. At a glance it looked very much like a short alien life-form from another world wearing a space suit to protect it from the harsh elements. Allen couldn't tell what the statue was made out of but whatever it was it gave the statue a very dull colored look like the color had leeched out of it long ago.

Walking over to his teacher Allen asked "What kind of statue is that Mr. Lusky?"

Adjusting his glasses Mr. Lusky looked over to where the main part of the class was, "You're not the only one to ask the very same question Mr. Rose. I know a guy who was on the dig that found it in Britain two years ago and according to him they have no idea what civilization could have possibly made it. They also have no idea how old it is either."

"Why is that?"

"Because whatever material it is made out of is so strong nothing can even scratch it so they can't get a sample for carbon dating it."

Allen shivered as he looked up at the statue again. Trying to find something else to look at other than the statue Allen happened to lay his eyes on Amari who was staring up at the statue from a distance. The look on her face, however, spoke of horror instead of wonder like Allen was used to seeing and a sickly yellowish tint seemed to be coming over her skin like she was about to be ill.

Shaking his head while rubbing his eyes he looked over at Amari again and the strange color of her skin was gone but the expression remained.

Before Allen could go see what was wrong Mr. Lusky announced that it was lunchtime and we were to take our sack lunches outside to eat.

As students filed out of the hall Allen looked around for Amari but she had disappeared out of sight leaving a very confused 17 year old boy behind.

For the rest of the day Allen couldn't find Amari anywhere. He even double check rooms to see if he just barely missed her but it was like she was only a ghost in his mind that he had conjured up. Even as they were getting back onto the bus no one seemed to notice that one of them was missing.

The first time anyone did notice was when Mr. Lusky was taking attendance once every one was on.

Looking over his glasses at the students he asked annoyed, "Does anybody know where Amari Ellows is?"

Several minutes of silence answered his question.

Allen swallowed nervously before he raised his hand, "I think I saw her head into the bathroom." He lied.

"Well Mr. Rose why don't you go make sure she makes it to the bus, hmm?" Mr. Lusky said glaring at him.

Not daring to look up at his teacher Allen quickly walked off the bus and ran back into the museum. Knowing that if he didn't find Amari both of them were going to be in trouble.

Running through the rooms Allen's search became desperate as he still couldn't find her. The same thought running through his head of why he stood up for a girl he barely even knew and except for the earlier conversation he hadn't really talked to her either.

He collapsed in a heaving heap twenty minutes later in the same room as the strange statue from earlier, its lifeless gaze resting on Allen as he used his inhaler while trying to plan out what to do next.

"Wow, and I thought that it was going to be a lot harder to get you alone but I can see now that I was gladly mistaken about that."

Allen looked up from where he was sitting on the floor and groaned as he saw that it was the three boys that had been bugging him before. A look of glee was plastered across their faces like they had just won a prize.

Slowly climbing up to his feet Allen grumbled, "If Mr. Lusky finds out that you beaten me up again he's going to give you all detentions again."

The trio snickered at Allen's comment.

Getting annoyed Allen asked, "What's so funny?"

The leader boy stopped laughing and smiled even wider, "There's not going to be anymore detentions for us when we're done with you."

"Why do you say that?" Allen said puzzled. He was used to them taunting him but this didn't seem like normal mocking from them.

"Because when we are done with you you're not even going to exist because we're going to kill you." The leader boy said before he, and the other two bursted out laughing which rang through the rooms of the museum.