Circus Part 3 (Matthew) Draft, I need much in inspiration after my absence.

I walked into the tent where Adrian said that he would visit, he was supposed to meet up with us well over twenty minutes ago. I pick up my mobile and dial his number. It begins to ring. I spin around, partially in shock, partially at the horror of such a stupid ring tone, peanut butter jelly time? Really? The phone drops to my side as I stare at Adrian's mobile, lying on one of the nearby seats

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Chapter 8 Circus Part 2

I open my eyes. Blackness. It fills the corners of my vision. I feel constricted. I try to stand. Nothing. I try to wriggle my fingers. Nothing. I cannot move. I hear the sound of footsteps to the side of me. I start to panic. I feel my heart thumping inside my chest. My breathing accelerates. The footfalls stop next to me. I am overcome with the familiar sickly sweet scent. "Don't bother trying to move," she laughed sadistically, "The beautiful thing about succubus venom, is that you can't move a muscle until I release you," she leaned over me. Her filthy scent filling my nostrils. She raised her hand in front of my face. A huge cone shaped blade protruded from her wrist. No. Not a blade. A bone. She rested the point against my chest. "The most beautiful thing, however," she whispered softly into my ear, "is that you can still feel the pain,". She pushed hard with her bone, driving it deep into my chest. Pain. Physical. Tangible. Pain. It filled every aspect of my being. She drove the bone deeper into my chest. I grew felt that I was growing weaker and weaker, as if I was being drained of all my energy. She pulled out. Laughing. She licked her weapon, drinking the blood and juices that clung to it. I felt an odd sensation in my chest. The wound was healing. I watched in horror as she stabbed me again and again. Pulling her bone shard out. Licking off the remains. Swilling them around her mouth. Then plunging this parasitic piece of bone inside me again.

She laughed.

I screamed.

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Chapter 8 Circus Part 1

Bright lights and laughter filled the air. The Circus. A welcome break from all the chaos and disaster that surrounded me. Matthew and I had decided that the group needed a little break from, well, everything. In between being attacked by a pack of what Matthew explained were Hellhounds, and the Wight affair, we needed some time to relax and recharge, and collectively decided that a circus which we just happened to be driving past would be the perfect chance to do so. A little too perfect. In spite of what we were trying to do it was impossible not to suspect every place we went to of hiding some big, dark secret amongst all its bright laughter. Xander and I had both been given new mobile phones, so that no one from our old life would be able to contact us. The only contacts we had were Adam, Bradley, Matthew and each other. We reached an intersecting path. "I don't know about you but I'm going to go win a few games of skill," Matthew said, "I think I need to win myself a new portable gaming system," fortunately for Matthew, his superhuman capabilities enabled him to have a much more accurate level of object throwing, so his ring tossing skills were exceptional.

"I'm going to go eat, I need something deep fried and smothered in chocolate at the moment," Xander mused, rubbing his chin.

"Yeah, I think we should all split up, although remember to stay on your guard when you do so, nowhere is safe, especially for us, the little buggers can smell us remember," Adam warned.

Each of us all split up into different directions, I went over to the main tent and walked inside, I was greeted by a repulsive sickly sweet scent. I continued in and sat near the edge of the ring. An incredibly attractive girl around my age walked up and sat a few metres away from me. She had dark brown hair, a perfectly rounded face and incredibly well chiselled features. Think Megan Fox, but better looking. I couldn't help but continue staring at her. I was completely oblivious to the crowd around me. Her smile made my heart leap, her laughter made me giddy. How was everyone around me oblivious to this goddess? Before I knew it, it was the end of the show and the ringleader was rushing as many people out as he could. This stunning creature stood up and began to walk away from me. Intoxicated, I followed. As I exited the tent she was facing me, staring at me with the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. "Why are you following me?" she demanded. Even her voice was beautiful.

"I was... uh.... well..." I stuttered, unable to form an articulated thought. She laughed.

"Oh I see... You think I'm hot, don't you?" she said.

I struggled to reply "Well... Y-Yes," I said defeatedly.

"Ah, I see, well I'm sure we can remedy your infatuation with me,"she said suggestively, "You aren't too bad looking yourself,".

"I... What?" I continued to stutter.

"I'm talking about hot meaningless sex," she said bluntly.

"I... What? I mean sure!" I excitedly said, I wasn't sure of the spell this woman had over me, but I was obsessed with her.

"Excellent, follow me," she commanded. I obeyed and followed her around a corner and into a small toilet stall, she pushed me into a cubicle and moved very close to me. It was now that I noticed she had a repulsive sickly sweet scent on her, which was biting through the haze of her beauty. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"I'm not sure about this," I struggled to say. Now that I could smell her I could feel a sense of imminent danger. I struggled to push her away but she was incredibly strong.

"Such a shame," she said as she moved her mouth closer to me and kissed me, her tongue prising open my lips, there was something odd about it, as if it were forked or something. I began to feel weak. Sedated. My vision blurred. I struggled to push her off me but all my strength was being sapped.

Blackness closed in.

Chapter 7 A Whole New World!

Dank. Dark. Musty.

This is my new home.

Wonderful, isn't it?

I turn my head as I hear the ancient creaking of the rickety front door. The thing was barely connected to its hinges. As it opened you could hear the great howling of the wind and chill outside. Matthew silently strides in and walks to the foot of the rags we had assembled so as to create a makeshift bed for Xander, who was sweating and writhing violently where he lay. His whimpers where occasionally broken by the sound of a deep animalistic growl. We sit around a small collection of candles for warmth, in constant fear of another attack. Despite consuming the Banshee, Adam had not yet regained enough energy to manage another transformation which could save us as it had before. Every creak. Every groan. Every clatter and bang caused us to jump. Although I'm still on the same planet, this place seemed to be a whole new world to where I was from. We huddled around our mock bonfire. Ice cold fear pulsing through our veins. Matthew lay a moist rag over Xander's forehead. "His fever seems to be getting worse," he whispered, "I've never seen someone last so long with a reaction like this to the residue."

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked tentatively.

"I... I don't know," Matthew said grimly. He walked over to the set of candles and huddled next in between Adam and Bradley.

Bang. We simultaneously spin our heads in the direction of the sound. It was just Xander banging on the walls in his delirium. We relax.

Crash.

The sound of shattering glass. That was not Xander. I jump to my feet and spin around. I freeze. I see something shuffling in the dark. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the creature. It turns and rears its head. Big, black drooping eyes stare at me. The skin is blue and wrinkly. It was kind of adorable, in a disgusting kind of way. Then it opened it's mouth. I wasn't entirely prepared for what I saw. Teeth. Large. Pointed. Teeth. Everywhere. It released a deep, rumbling growl.

"Wight!" was all Matthew was able to say before a barrage of teeth were flying towards me. Matthew pulled me out of the way as one zoomed towards my head. He then turned around and charged the creature. Another spray of teeth were released. Matthew jumped. Blood spattered. Matthew collapsed holding his leg. I could see an enormous white barb had dug itself deep into his leg. I sigh. I guess it was time to find out my ability. Matthew said it would come naturally. Take a deep breath. I relax. I aim my arms and release a burst of energy in the Wight's direction. The effect was... Confusing... It brought its tiny little arms to its head. The eyes became bloodshot and it started to throw up. It howled in pain. I gave it a hangover. This made the creature angrier. It launched more teeth at me. But it kept missing, which was odd. It had pinpoint accuracy before. I guess my power had some effect after all. I pull myself away from the spray of teeth. I hear rumbling behind be. I assumed it was Xander writhing again so I ignored it. The creature was absolutely enraged by its own inability to hit. It charged at me. Growing taller and lankier as it did so. The gleaming, white barbs that were the Wight's teeth all feel out in some grotesque orgy of blood and gore. Only to be replaced by enormous crushing molars. Adam attempted a transformation. Hair began to grow all over him but the Wight knocked him down. Bradley stood up, throwing cream into the eyes of the creature in a furious attempt to blind it. The cream seemed to sting the eyes of the monster but did nothing more. It simply backhanded him out of the way and ran at me, wiping the cream off its face as it did so. A figure charged in front of me and gave the Wight a vicious backhand of its own. "Outta the way bitch!" it was Xander. The backhand sent the Wight flying across the room with a crack as its skull was shattered by the sheer force of the blow. "You know with a hangover, that really would have hurt," Xander quipped. He turned and helped me up, and went around in turn assisting those who had fallen. Matthew gritted his teeth in pain as he removed the eight inch barb from his leg. "I hate Wights," he declared, "The fortunate thing about them is they aren't technically demonic, so normal people can see them and by it finding us not every little monster is going to come knocking on our door, the bad part about them is, when a normal person sees them, they usually don't see anything else,"

"What? It kills them?" I asked.

"No, it takes out their eyes and eats them. Then slowly the rest of the body. They get through all the arms and legs before you finally die," he explained as he lay his head against a wall, "The barbs have a sedative in them, but in a few hours I should be fine, then we have to get out of this backwater town and see if we can find the others," he ended. He called the rest of the people who were like us, "the others", apparently we numbered around one hundred and three. Matthew lay his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. I did likewise.

We had a big week in front of us.

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Chapter 6 500 Miles

Pain. The soundwaves pierced my ears. I felt something warm and moist on my hands covering the side of my face. I pull my hands in front of me. Blood. I writhe in intense pain. I turn to face my companions. Matthew and Bradley are cringing. Xander is lying on the ground, a mixture of confusion and fear masking his entire face. He has no idea what was happening. Then I see Adam. His body seems to be shimmering and blurring. His legs meld together. His body seems to absorb his arms and his neck flattens out. His skin started becoming green and scaly. His whole body grows longer and longer. Adam has transformed into an enormous snake. Easily twelve metres long. The enormous snake reared its head and curving its body, the scales of this monstrous snake glimmered beautifully in the light. It lunged at the Banshee. I wasn't sure if the bite was venomous but it certainly crushed the bones of the screaming bitch. The snake then proceeded to open its enormous gaping jaw and swallow the Banshee whole. For a short time you could hear a muffled scream from inside Adam's scaly body before the scream turned into one of intense pain, then abruptly cut off.

Everyone uncovered their ears, each person looking grateful at Adam for his intervention as he slowly melded back into his human form.

"How...? What...?" I stuttered.

"Titanoboa," he explained, "a snake is totally deaf to the screams of a Banshee, it was just a matter of picking one large enough, I chose the largest discovered snake in the world, and enhanced it a bit so the bite was stronger."

"But... How can you eat it... Isn't it, you know... ghostyish?"

"I can explain that," interjected Matthew, his ears seemed to have already healed, "Adam has the ability to shapeshift into various forms of flora and fauna, however, when he changes into something that is either much larger or much smaller than his normal size, it requires an enormous amount of energy, he can absorb an enormous amount of it from eating a creature such as a Banshee."

"Yes," Adam said, verifying Matthew's explanation, "I find apes to be the easiest to transform into,"

"That's because you look like one," Bradley cut in pointedly, "and the procreation of strawberries and cream is by far the most superior power to any of yours," he ended.

"Yes Bradley, definitely," Matthew said sardonically, "anyway, we should be moving somewhere else, they've found us, we need a safer location, somewhere we can take him," Matthew said as he pointed at Xander's unconscious frame lying motionless on the ground, "it seems many people here are resistant to the effects of our unfriendly guests from Otherworld."

"Otherworld?" I asked.

"The bad guys have to come from somewhere," replied Matthew.

"Huh..." was the only noise I could make in reaction to his explanation.

"We'd better get a move on, we have to find another safe-house before more of them show up, we could have to travel more than five hundred miles before we find somewhere safe,"

"What about my family?" I questioned.

"Who cares about them?"

"Meh, you're right," I said, "What am I supposed to bring?"

"Clothes and food are all you will need, anything else will just slow you down,"

Minutes later and I was packed. Minutes later and I had moved my entire life to a suitcase. We put Xander on a stretcher and placed him in the back of Matthew's red car. I clipped my bag to the back of my motorcycle. I sat. It was nice to feel the familiar seat beneath my arse, it was a very comfortable seat, especially for a motorcycle. I placed my hands over the throttle. Then the crutch. Matthew, Bradley and Adam had all packed themselves into the car, Adam had shifted into a small monkey shape in order to fit in next to Xander. With Matthew driving, they backed out of the driveway and drove off. I revved my engine and followed.

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Chapter 5 Hey, Soul Sister

I wake up. Cold sweat dripping down my back. The worst of my double hangover seems to have cleared. I slowly clamber out of my bed, out of my room and walk down the stairs. I definitely need a change of clothes, not only did the cold of the sweat make me uncomfortable, but it also made me smell like a sewer. I walk into the living room and turn right. Matthew is sitting comfortably on the couch playing Halo on my Xbox with two other people I didn't recognise, although the shorter of the two seemed to have an aura around him which made me stand in semi awe, and in slight fear. Matthew seemed to be winning, watching his hands they sort of blurred whenever another player flashed on the screen, and then they'd be dead, you could hear an extraordinary amount of swearing coming from the group, the effect was quite humorous. Matthew pauses the game and points at me, the other two I didn't know turned to face me. "This is Adrian Black," he said, "The one I was telling you about earlier, Adrian, these are Adam," He pointed to the taller one to the left of him, "and this is Bradley," He pointed to the shorter one on his right they have powers as well,".

"I thought he would be taller," said Adam.

"I don't care, he could be another person to help us against the weirdo freak-a-zoids, and that means..." he placed his hands behind his back.

"This isn't really necessary, Bradley," Matthew objected.

"Strawberries and cream for everybody!" Bradley shouted as he pulled from behind his back three bowls of strawberries covered in whipped cream.

"How did he do that?" I asked.

"It's one of his powers, the ability to make strawberries and cream for everybody, it's useful when you are starving, but it's annoying when he does it every three seconds," said Matthew pointedly.

"What's his other power?"

"Huh?"

"You said it was one of his powers,"

"Right, he also has the ability to make people think he is far more powerful than he actually is, creatures such as the imp are afraid to attack him because they think he is super powerful," explained Matthew.

"I call it my super awesomeness aura!" said Bradley.

"Are you always, uh, like this?" I inquired.

"No I'm just hyped up on sugar,"

"I have someth---" Matthew cut himself off as Xander entered the room, oblivious to what the conversation was about.

"I brou-- Ohhh, strawberries and cream!" he spoke, "Where did you get this from?"

"Uhhh, Bradley brought whipped cream and strawberries in a bag" I said dubiously.

"Right, while I'm absolutely certain you are telling the truth," he said sardonically, "I'm going to eat all three bowls," he ended.

Crash.

Everyone looked up. "What was that?" Xander asked.

"I don't know, probably a branch falling on the house or something," I said.

CRASH. BANG.

"Ok, that was definitely NOT a branch," he said fearfully.

"Everyone down!" Matthew commanded. Everyone jumped to the floor as a huge explosion shattered the windows of the house. We looked up. A strange ghost-like figure entered the house. It was covered in a wispy grey cloak and a veil covered its face. "Uh oh, Banshee," Matthew seemed resigned as he said it.

It peeled back its veil to reveal a decrepit face, the eyes were just empty sockets, it also released an enormously strong stench of death and decay.

It opened its mouth and screamed.

Chapter 4 Prosthetic Brain

Sounds. Voices. Images flash before my eyes in the dimness of my vision. My eyes burst open. I throw up all over myself. I look around and recognize my room.I feel as if I have a double hangover. I look up. Xander is sitting at the foot of my bed. "Xander?" I mumble, "Wha--" I throw up again. "Ugh, I need to brush my teeth," I mutter "And take a shower. What are you doing here Xander?" Xander proceeds to shove his hand in my face. "AHHH!" I shout, the sound of my own voice feels like its splitting my skull in two, "What are you doing?"

"Saying hi, you know this is how I always greet you," he replied quietly, "I'm here because you've been missing for almost two days now, Mr Canderson said you were at home resting,"

"How did you get in here? Did my parents let you in?" I whisper.

"No, I broke your door down, where are your parents, by the way?" he asked inquiringly.

"I dunno, ugh, shush, you're making my headache worse," I answer.

"Erm," Xander murmurs.

"What?" I ask.

"Wh--Why is Matthew downstairs?" he responds.

"Wha--huh?" I stammer.

"Yeah, he's downstairs, playing Halo on your Xbox, and doing pretty well I might add." he says.

"Huh? Can you, uh, ask him to come up here please?"

"Yeah, alright"

Xander walks out my door and I hear his footsteps descend the stairwell. I wait to hear footsteps climb back up the stairwell, instead I just see Matthew walk through my door, his feet make no sound on the wooden floorboards, which was impressive, since in my current double hungover state I could hear everything as if my ears were being ripped open by the vibrations. "You asked for me," he said it as a statement, rather than a question.

"Uh, yeah, I wanted to talk about what happened before," I respond.

"What about it?" he asks.

"I- uh, What happened?"

"I saved your life," he said.

"Damn, I was really hoping that it was a dream,"

"Trust me, so do I," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"That was your first encounter," he explained "Exposure to the less joyful side of the world,"

"Well not really, I have been to Yemen before, no one there is very chirpy," I reply.

"No, I don't mean like that," He briefly pauses, "Your first time encountering something that "Goes bump in the night" so to speak, by all means you should be dead, the fact that you aren't is, well, worrying," he ended.

"If you wanted me dead then why did you save me?" I ask angrily.

"Don't misunderstand me," he says apologetically, "I want you alive, it's just that normal people die in a matter of seconds, either during or after the attack, due to a special residue these attacks leave, the fact you are alive means, well, I don't know what it means, you could just be resistant to it, and the poison will eventually kill you very painfully,"

"Oh, that improves my mood so much," I said sardonically.

"You could be part imp, however unlikely that is, or this attack caused you to unlock powers of your own," he said.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, the powers range from shooting laser beams and super strength to the ability to become translucent or grow your nails at a slightly faster rate,"

"Can you answer me one question?" I ask

"This is hardly your first question, but yeah,"

"Why do I feel like I have a double hangover?"

"That's probably because you are hungover,"

"Yeah, but it got worse after the attack, I feel like a need a new brain" I reply, "A nice, prosthetic brain,"

"One of the effects of exposure, it makes you... Funny for a while, and sometimes reflects what your power will be, although some people have multiple powers and it only reflects which the first one will be, after I was first exposed I was bouncing off the walls in a fit of hyperactivity,"

"Why can't I have that?" I demand.

"It affects each person differently, in Mr Canderson's case he went into a phase where he went almost completely and utterly nuts, spouting random garbage like your friend Xander,"

"Careful, that's my best friend you are talking about there," I warn. "Wait, Canderson has powers?" I say, shocked.

"Don't try to threaten me, you can't really do much in the state you are in now, and yes, he can read minds, and during that period of exposure he was spouting whatever came into his mind, really, someone knocked him out and he was still talking,"

"Huh," was all I could say.

"In any case, you should get some rest now,"

"But--"

Thwack. Matthew kicks me in the face knocking me out cold.

Chapter 3 Kung Fu Fighting

I considered following Mr Canderson then, but I decided against it. Firstly, because whatever he was doing probably wouldn't interest me, and secondly, he was incredibly perceptive, it was as if he could read your thoughts when he looked at you. I turn left. I walk through the echoing corridors to my lockers and begin to scramble with the combination lock, it was a very low-tech lock, you could be five units off the combination and it would still open for you. I begin turning the lock. Bang. I turn around. "Hello?" I say, perhaps slightly fearfully. I'd seen the movies you know. This is always how it starts. I turn back and begin fumbling with my lock again. BANG! This time it was much closer. I spin around. Then I feel a cold piercing pain pulses throughout my body. A grotesque shape begins to shimmer before my eyes. I cannot believe what is forming before me. A blue imp-like creature. Small, emaciated, and with chunks of flesh peeling off it to reveal its insides. I look down and stare in horror as I see the arm of the creature reaching inside me. Indiana Jones style. More pain. More cold. It feels as if ice is pulsing though my entire body. I see something out of the corner of my eye. I try to turn my head. All my muscles seem locked into place. I stand there with my mouth agape as this creature slowly kills me. Am I hallucinating? The image in the corner of my eye charges at... Whatever the hell this thing is. The image jumps into the air and kicks the little monster square on the side of the shoulder. I hear a loud crack, followed by an odd sucking sensation in my torso as the arm is yanked out of me. I gasp for breath. I collapse on the floor winded. I turn to my side, attempting to put myself into a recovery position so I can breathe easier. So I can see what the hell is going on. The figure which seems to have aided me is moving in a blur. with flurries of extraordinarily fast movements. A flurry of kicks to the chest. A flurry of punches to the face. The imp is stunned. The other figure slows down enough for me to identify it. Matthew. This odd Asian person rescued me. Matthew delivers a final bone-shattering punch. His arm bursts right through the center of the imp. I expected a Poof! Or an explosion of light or something like that. No. All that happened was Matthew withdrew his hand and the creature slumped to the ground in a gory mess. I stand there staring. I feel exhausted, as if all my energy had been sapped from my body. I feel darkness invade the corners of my eyes. Colours begin to fade and blackness closes in.

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I seriously think that Facebook is out to control the world, I think that it wants to distract us from doing things like school work so we do very poorly by our final exams, then nobody will hire us and we have to go work as feeble mind slaves of Facebook. Either that or I just have a short attention span.

Chapter 2 Detention

This paragraph is a bit choppy, hell it's very choppy just because I wanted to cram some descriptions in here, the only part of this chapter with any plot is about half way through or so.

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Ugh, detention. How very boring. I wasn't even allowed to read a book. I had to sit in silence and wait half an hour. I was four minutes late, not an eternity. I stared at Mr. Canderson, trying to project the enormous amount of contempt I felt for him so that he could feel it. Unfortunately it wasn't working, so I just looked like a moron staring angrily at a teacher. I cast my eyes upon the mirror at the top of the classroom. I wasn't very neat at the moment. My thick black hair was in large tufts because I had failed to comb it, and thus I received the due penalty of bed-head. My blue eyes were bloodshot, I really should not have attended that party last night with Xander, I really didn't have half the constitution, strength or stamina he did. The man was virtually indestructible. I don't think I'd ever seen him injured. Or ill. I was ill. Or hungover, probably a bit of both. I turn my eyes to look at two other students in the room. Nick sat off to the right of the classroom, near the window, I didn't really talk to him much, but he seemed like a nice person. I then turn my gaze to the corner.

There sat Matthew.

That was all I knew about him. His name. He didn't speak to anyone. He had the appearance of someone from an Asian country, probably China, maybe Malaysia, I didn't know a lot about this guy and quite frankly, I didn't want to. Many people didn't talk to him after he took out the entire crew of Jocks using just his right leg, they deserved it of course, but it was quite frightening nevertheless. I turn my gaze to Mr Canderson. He pulls some odd object out of his desk and looks at it, he then looks toward Matthew, I follow his gaze. I think to myself, "Gee, everyone must think I'm some creepy mofo who just stares at people," I look at Matthew, he is staring directly at Canderson. Something flickers in both of their eyes when suddenly, Canderson stands up. As he stands you can see his hawk like posture his head seems to peer over as if he is looking for worms to eat, or students to give pointless detentions to. "I think I'll let all of you out early," he spoke, "I think you all should have learned your lesson by now, you are all eighteen years of age and I think you should act like it," he continued "That does not include getting drunk and coming to school late and with a hangover, Mister Black."

I nod begrudgingly at him and rise to exit the class room. Easy for him to talk about not getting drunk, he was Irish, he had the tolerence levels of, well, an Irishman. I look around but can't see Matthew anywhere. That guy was bit of a freak. He just goes around ninjaing people all the time.

Canderson leaves the classroom first and I step out right behind him. I turn my eyes right and spot Canderson's hawkish personage striding purposefully down the corridor.

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Chapter 1 Four Minutes

My alarm turns on.
I wake up to the sound of Madonna featuring Justin Timberlake's 4 Minutes.
Ugh. I stretch. I yawn. I'm bloody tired. I feel nauseous. I have a splitting headache. I lay back in bed. I go back to sleep.

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I wake up again. I check the clock. I curse. I have four minutes to get ready. I amble out of bed. No time for a shower. I waddle over to my wardrobe and grab out my school uniform. Black long sleeved button up shirt. Black Tie. Black Trousers. Black Blazer. Not a very chipper uniform is it? I hobble to my school bag. Black, of course. I feel as if I am about to throw up but I quickly grab a banana from the fruit basket in case I regain my appetite. I like Bananas, my favourite tropical fruit, they have a high potassium level and are excellent brain food. I wonder where my parents are? Why didn't they wake me up? I then realised they probably though it would be nice to let me sleep in. They can be very airheaded at times. I burst out the front door, the soft gravel crunching against my feet. I speed along the pathway and get to the bus stop. Too late. About four minutes too late. Why is everything four minutes today? I sit at the bus stop and wait. And wait. And wait. The bus takes its own sweet time getting here. When it finally arrives I'm slamming my foot into the pathway in impatience. I sit on the bus in silence. All of the light around me feels like it has been turned up past maximum brightness, so I close my eyes.

The bus finally pulls up alongside the familar gates of the forboding fortress of Serenity Valley High. You know for a place called Serenity Valley High it is incredibly frightening. I walk to the classroom. Four Minutes after the bell. I knock. Clang. Clang. Clang. The loud sound of ringing metal fills my ears and makes me want to throw up. The doors are made of steel. Don't ask me why. I don't know. You'd think they were trying to keep an army out of this place. The door cracks open. "Adrian Black," Mr Canderson said, his Irish Accent thick in his voice, "You are four minutes late."

Hello?

Hello everyone, I decided to create a blog to type random shit up on incase I got bored. On this blog I'm going to post things like Short Stories, and then bullcrap about how much it sucks to be me, which isn't all that much but you know I like to make things seem much worse than they actually are.