ATTENTION PEOPLES OF HOGWARTS AND BEAUBATONS AND DURMSTRANG AND PIGFARTS AND ALL YOU MUGGLES INBETWEEN! I AM CHANGING THE STORY LINE PLOT THINGY FROM AL QUEDA ATTACKING AMERICA TO A WIZARDS BATTLE! PLEASE STILL ENJOY THE ORIGINAL AND TAKE CARE! I WILL POST THE NEW VERSION SOON!
This is a random book I was writing about Al Queda attacking America, and I got the idea from my friend, who had a nightmare, and said I could write a book or something. This is the first chapter, so I'd love it if you could post your thoughts about it, anything I could change, things you liked, things that didn't make sense, wether I should continue writing, or my writing life is a complete fail and I should give it up..... Well, tell me what you think! :) thx!:
Another normal day, at least I thought. My name is April Lewis. This is my story. My “I wish it was a nightmare. Dear God, SAVE ME!” moment. But it wasn’t..........
I woke up at dawn to get ready for the hell that they called “school.” I showered and brushed my teeth, then got dressed, as if I knew nothing would happen. But I did. A gut feeling, you might say. I tried to remember what I had been dreaming about, just to get rid of the feeling for a few moments... but it was impossible to remember the whole thing. I remembered screaming. Probably only because that’s what I woke up doing. I don’t think it was a good dream. Glad not to remember it, because being scared is the LAST thing I need, now that I know something bad might happen. Plenty of time for being scared later.
I went downstairs to eat breakfast and saw my mom. I kissed her cheek and said “Good morning!” in a cheery fashion, even though that was the last thing I felt right now. I plopped down in front of the bacon and eggs Mom prepared for me. I ate. And as I ate, I watched the news on the small TV sitting on the counter.
“News reporters leak out that Al Qaeda is preparing for an attack on America,” said the News Reporter. “I hope nothing too serious... Let’s just cross our fingers!” He joked. But I crossed them anyways.
I got to school an hour later and pecked Mom on the cheek again and said “Goodbye! I love you!” I got out of the car and waved at her until she was out of view. I couldn’t help feeling I may never see her again.
I walked into the foul building carefully as if one wrong step and the floor would explode. I managed to get to my locker and started turning the lock. 54...9...42. I opened the locker and took my necessary items for class from it. Then I shoved it none too gently into the locker along with my coat.
I got to class and about five minutes later, Mr. Wisinski, the Math teacher, started droning, I mean literally DRONING, on about proportions and percents. I doodled on the corner of the paper we were to take notes on, hardly paying attention to his boring voice until he called my name.
“MRS. LEWIS!” He snapped. “Are you paying attention?!”
“No. “ I mumbled, not a single note of shame in my voice. Quite cheerful, actually.
“Well, for your lack of attention, you may answer the following question. What would be the unit rate of 1 book if 7 books cost $35?”
I sat and thought it over for a moment and then said,
“I don’t know! $1.00?! How do you expect ME to know! YOU'RE the teacher! YOU’RE supposed to tell ME what the answer is! NOT, ME telling YOU! It looks to me like YOU don’t know ANYTHING if you’re asking a 14 year old girl what the answer is!”
This would definitely result in a detention, or a suspension. But I didn’t care. I had zero tolerance for ANYTHING today.
He came over to where I was sitting and said that I was going to go to the ISS room for recess.
I think it would have been all day or worse if he didn’t care about learning too much. That’s the one thing I like about Mr. Wisinski. No matter HOW bad of an insult you spew at him, he only sends you to In School Suspension for Recess. Lunch if he’s feeling pissy.
Afterwards, I headed to Science, then Electives. I went to lunch and ate and then headed down to ISS. I worked for the half hour that I could be outside with my friends.
It finally ended and I headed to Language Arts. Mrs. Senica was nice enough. Not the strictest of teachers. But I hardly listened anyways unless we were doing something fun. That’s why my grades were so low. I needed to work on raising them.
I started doodling again while she was talking. Eventually I laid my head down for a small portion of time, but the lights started flickering, and then we were succumbed into bitter darkness.
The sound of wind rushing through stone woke me. I snapped bolt upright, shocked that I was still breathing..
What had happened?
I swiveled my head in every direction, looking at the destruction. The commons area was in ruins, debris falling from the former balcony, and plaster cascading off of the walls like a waterfall of dust. I blinked a few times, before remembering some of what the reporter said: “Al Qaeda”.. “Attack”.. “America....” Dear God............
I stood shakily, my own dried blood sticking like glue to my T-shirt. Bodies of my friends littered the floors, tables, chairs.. anything they could hang onto they were there.
I saw a body of a boy, the familiar jacket in a heap over his back.
Stepping down onto my knees, I turned him over. And then jumped back in horror.
His face was torn from his left eyebrow down over to the right side of his jaw, and yet despite that I still knew who he was.
“Alex... No...,” I murmured.
I crawled back over to him, and pulled his jacket over his face.. The least I could do to honour him.
Standing up again, I took another glance around before gathering my wits about me... Everything I knew about holding myself together would come in handy right about now...
A small timid voice sounded from down the hall towards the left wing.;
“I.. Where... Oh, God, where...”
I raced over to where the voice was coming from. The girl huddled in a ball right by the turn toward our classes, covered in dust and blood. Her clothes were torn to where I almost thought she wasn’t human.. just some sort of animal..
“Jenece!” I said, clutching her shoulders when I reached her, “Jenece! It’s me! April!”
Jenece whipped her head up, her pupils dilated. She grabbed my elbows with her fingernails and shook me.
“Where’s Lauren?! Where is she, she was just here!! WHERE’S LAUREN!??”
She stopped shaking me. I looked into her terrified eyes, and couldn’t find the words to tell her; I didn’t know whether Lauren was alive or not.
Another voice called from the stairs over from the way I had just come.
“I’m here.. I’m alright..”
Lauren stumbled down from the stairwell, a few small scratches covering her arms and face, but other then that she was fine.
“I hid in a supply cabinet, but it collapsed on top of me before I could get out. I managed to shake most of it off, and when I did I found this girl.. she’s a sixlet, but she won’t tell me anything else...”
I eyed the girl curled under Laurens arm.. she was small, a thin pair of un-rimmed glasses hanging loosely on her nose. She muttered things under her breath that I couldn’t make out. The girls came and sat with me and Jenece, where we sat there in silence for what seemed like a long time. Finally I spoke.
“What we know is, something happened here. A- And ... not a lot of people survived..” my eyes flickered to Alex, “But we did. And because we did, I’m sure that there are others somewhere in this school.”
Jenece nodded, her nerves calmed from the appearance of a friend.
“We need to look for them. If we find anyone, we regroup in the commons.”
Lauren halfway raised her hand.
“Are you sure we should spread out?”
I shook my head.
“Then we don’t,” said Jenece.
I lifted the plaster block for the third time.
“See? Nobody here, chica.” The sixlet stood behind me, silent.
“I think we’d better go downstairs...” Jenece murmured to me.
“Why? there could be someone alive, and-,”
I shook my head.
“No, chica. I don’t think there is.”
“We can’t let Lauren see his body,” she flicked her head to the left.
The small gray jacket was only slightly visible from behind the fallen desk. Black gym shorts and white Adidas sneakers on tan, copper skin was the only clue I needed; Tyler was dead.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Too many people I loved had died. And I would only find more.
“Get outta here,” I said to her. Jenece called the girls and hustled them out of the room, casting a quick mourning glance at Tyler's body.
We walked from room to room, finding only three other people; two of whom, would not move from where they were sitting. Only Harper would come.
Slowly our group came down the stairs. I noticed that those two boys had been huddled over their girlfriends bodies, too scared and upset to even cry... or move.
“We should go to the gym.. There could be others,” I said.
Lauren nodded, and put an arm around the sixlet. Jenece said something to Harper, and she nodded. It took them four minutes to even get up the courage to continue.
I carefully peer around the doorway; and pull back in horror.
“What?” Jenece said to me, in a voice as calm as the ocean.
I didn’t speak. I bent down, and wretched in a corner.
The sixlet pulled away from Lauren and went into the gym. a long scream echoed.
The game that day had been volleyball. three bodies hung from their necks, blood cascading down onto the floor. The net mesh had cut into their flesh, leaving long rectangular marks on their faces.
Max hung on the line, his arm hanging only by a tendon...
Where his legs had gone, I don’t know.
I turned away from the corner, and went to pull the girl out from the gym, only to come back and find Harper crying over Tyler’s body.
Jenece tried to shake her away, but was unsuccessful. She tried again.
“Don’t touch me!” Harper screamed, not bothering to even look at her.
Jenece looked at me. I shook my head.
“Let her mourn. He was something to her...” I said. Jenece turned away from me, and went to Lauren and the sixlet.
“Why don’t you all rest,” I said. I looked up the second hallway, the one that lead to the tech-ed shop, “I’m going to go see what I can find...”
I started up the hallway, and looked at the floor. Looking at the walls meant looking at bodies, and spilled blood. I took a chance and looked to my left; bad mistake.
Morgan Little lay in a perfect position to make it look like she was sleeping. Her eyes were closed, and there was no visible blood. I closed my eyes, and held back tears.
Turning my head away from her body, I looked ahead. The wood shop was open, but no light streamed out of it like usual. I took slow, cautious steps towards the door.
I reached the entrance.
Dust cascaded down from machines and ceiling, making the air cloudy, and thick. Something had fallen over the window, a board maybe, and was blocking the only source of light.
I looked to the ground. the chairs were toppled in places. The toppled chairs led to a body. A boy, I could see from the tie, and the suspenders... a boy from eighth grade drama by the costume in general. I knelt down next to him, and felt down his neck for wounds, or cause of death. The thing in front of the window started to slide, and a thin line of sun light shot down from it. Something flashed, and my hand jerked downwards. My finger felt a sudden pain.
I looked down at my finger, a globe of blood rising from it. I followed that gaze back to the chest of the body. Light poured in from the window now, and I could see that the thing in his chest was a power saw blade, stuck in there like some sort of masochistic frisbee.
I crawled back over to the body. Something covered his face. I moved it off slowly.
My heart stopped.
Justin Keller lay there on his back, his eyes, still glittering like they were alive.. still blue.....
“Justin!! Justin, get up!!!”
The tears streamed down my face, small droplet washing away sawdust on the floor and-
Why was there no blood?
Because he was still alive.
I ripped open his shirt, and looked at the blade. It seemed pretty deep, but where it was might mean I could still have a chance to save him.
I took my T-shirt off, my tank being my only source of upper clothing. I wrapped the shirt as tight as I could around his chest, knowing that when I pulled the blade, his blood would flow.
And then I took a breath...
Justin’s pupils dilated and his back arched. The blade protruded, and his breath came in long, deep silent screams. I grabbed his face in my hands.
“Justin! Don’t move, okay? I’m going to get this out of you.”
Justin looked at me, his eyes showing only fear. He moved his lips, trying to speak, but he couldn’t.
Then there was nothing.
For a moment.
Then, all at once, as if the blade wasn’t there, the blood spewed out of it, and onto me, then all over the floor, and Justin took breaths like he was sleeping. My T-shirt didn’t aid the flow at all.
I put my knee on one side of the blade, hoping that would help. I gripped his face with my fingers, trying to get him to stay alive.
“Justin!” I screamed, “Hang on! Please don’t leave! Not like the rest of them! Please!”
Justin arched his back again, the blood flow less steady now.
I felt two pairs of hands on my arms.
Jenece and Lauren started pulling me out of the room, pulling like they wanted to save me above all else.
But I wasn’t in danger.
“Justin! No! Wait! I can save him! Please!”
They didn’t stop. I was out of the doorway when the blood stopped flowing, and his eyes turned cold and blank as stone, and he didn’t have the face of an angel on earth...
He had the face of an angel with new wings.
I crawled further into the corner they had put me in. I didn’t want to breath anymore.
They kept telling me it couldn’t have happened, that it was impossible to save his life...
But I still felt otherwise....
I closed my eyes, drowning out their screaming, saying that we had to go. Saying that something else may happen.
But I wanted to die.
It felt like a wave...
Like being in an ocean.
I wondered if this is what dying felt like, and I opened my eyes....