I am planning on getting this published when I can ^^ buit this is just the first chapter. I've got many others The Horrid Night The Beginning of a long night The cold spine chilling wind, blowing my shaggy brown hair drooping down into a V shape, if you looked up at it right… The children laughing, the birds singing, and the old men yelling about cheating at checkers. The park was lonely for me though. All my friends gone for the summer, and my parents on their second honeymoon… My cell phone dead, my mp3 busted up, and my Tele without a few strings. This summer could not be any lamer. A few girls walk past me. The brown-haired person looked into my green eyes, as I looked into her aqua ones. She never broke the eye contact, until the tall blonde-haired person started talking to her. It reminds me of my best friend Sarah. Her aqua eyes kept staring into mine until someone had broken the contact. It reminds me of the day we almost kissed. How fragile she was, and how scared. Her father left her mother and herself when she was 10; she has no siblings, and no cousins. I was the only one she would ever talk to when she had problems. Never any of her ‘girlfriends’ but ME of all people. I soon heard my name called. It was a woman’s voice. It sounded a lot like my upcoming homeroom teachers. I never bothered to turn and see, so the woman walked over to me with her small six-year-old daughter. “Mikey, have you finished your report over the summer yet?†she asked in her very high pitched and shaky voice. Her long blonde hair was curled, her pink scrunched up shirt seemed so baggy in the blowing wind, and her long white skirt, seemed to match her beauty. “Yes. I finished just a week ago. I still don’t understand why teachers make us do these reports every year,†I said with my arms folded. She stood on the left side of the bench with her arms folded. More than likely because of the blowing wind. Her facial expression seemed like she was a bit worried, or shy. I never bothered to make any eye contact, so I just kept my head looking forward, staring into the mountains. “I’m not too sure about the rules of the school, but I’m going to be very nervous my first day,†she said still shakily. I looked closely at my teacher. This was her first year teaching a junior classroom in high school. She told me she teaches Spanish and sometimes she tutors French. Still, she looked very nervous, and her knees were shaking like a leaf on this windy day. “There is another Spanish Teacher from across the hall. I do not remember her name, but she is the exact door in front of your classroom. Call her from your phone in class and she’ll help you out. I see her sometimes working at “Hair and Nails†over the summer, if that helps,†I said as I stood up slowly making a small ‘uhh’ sound when I stood all the way up.. I looked down at the small blonde-haired person piggy-tailed, pink and purple flower overalls, and about 3 fingers in her mouth, daughter. She smiled as some drool came running and pouring out of her mouth. She waved at me with her other hand, and I waved back. I looked over at Mrs. Terry, which is the teacher I have been talking about the past couple of paragraphs. “I have to go home now. My parents are supposed to call me in about twenty minutes. I’ll see you and your darling daughter soon,†I said as I turned and started heading for the car. I walked away so fast that I almost heard what seemed to be a ‘goodbye’ from my teacher. When I reached the car, I put my hand in my tight jeans pocket and pulled out the keys. I unlocked the door, and opened the black door slowly. I sat down in the driver’s seat, and turned the engine on. I shut the door with an effort, and put my seatbelt on. I adjusted my mirrors, made sure the airbag‘s turned on, and I pulled the gear out of park, and slowly made my way, off the side of the road and onto the highway. It took me almost ten minutes to get from the park to home, but I also wanted to look around. It was almost Seven, and it looked like it was getting dark, but it still looked a bit light. I soon arrived home, and I slowly made my way into the garage. I parked and I noticed the garage light was on. No one ever turns it on unless it was very dark. I turned off the engine, and closed the garage door by pushing a button on the side of the entrance. I walked over to the door to unlock it, but instead of closed, it has cracked open. The lock picked. I got worried and I slowly opened the door. Inside, the living room tan couches ripped up, all the paperwork scattered across the floor, the T.V on the ground busted with a shattered screen, the walls with dents, and muddy footprints on the floor. I felt so scared. I felt like I was in one of them horror movies, and a hand would soon reach out a grab my head and pull me back with a knife through my back. Instead of that, I heard some crashing upstairs. I slowly walked over to the staircase. I looked up and saw a shadow of someone moving around through my open door on the wall. I took a step up and made a large creaking sound. My heart is pounding every single second, sweat dropping off the side of my face, and my hands trembling. The shadow stopped for a second, then went back to moving about. I made my way up the stairs. I saw the phone on the small stand table right beside my room. It was as small as a cell phone, and one of them Tech Phones, my dad had invented. He is the head of a major corporation. I slowly slid it in my back pocket. I slowly looked into my doorway, with my head peaking over just a smidge. I saw not one, not two, but THREE men in my room, destroying everything. They were all in black turtlenecks, and in jeans, like in most of the movies. They also wore Ski Masks, and black gloves. They would look through my desk and throw paper around. One was even on my computer, which I never used. That was what my dad really did on his spare time. He would try to make new models for a satellite that would link every phone in the world. Just then, the phone started to ring in my back pocket. My heart was now pounding every millisecond. One looked over and saw me. He pointed and yelled out something I could not make out, but the next thing I know, they run out of my room and towards me. I turn then head over for the stairs. One actually grabbed my shirt, but I turned and smacked him one good in the head, but when I turned around, I actually fell down the stairs. I hit the back of my head on the railing and eventually I passed out for good.
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2nd Chapter, The Plans About an hour later, I woke up, and both my hands and legs were tied to their opposites. I look up and see one of the men had a gun. Not any 44’ magnum, but it looked like a shotgun! “What’s going on?†I shouted. He turned the shotgun around to the end, and just hit me in the face with it. A large red spot then occurred on the left side of my face. That was another pain that instantly came. Wait a second. ANOTHER? I also feel my right shoulder and my right rib was throbbing with pain. More than likely where I fell down the stairs. “Shut up kid,†he said then turned around to look at the others. I realized I was back in my room, on the bed. I saw a couple of the men still over at my bed. One looked straight at me with his eyes bloodshot. He stood over, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and lifted me off the bed. “Okay kid. Listen up. I’m gonna ask you some questions and nobody will get hurt, understood?†he asked. The pain in my left cheek was still throbbing with pain, and he held his pistol up to my head. I noticed some blood trickling off the tip of my nose, and I could feel it running down the right and left side of my face. That made it easier to say okay. I nodded my head slowly and the man just dropped me into the floor. I fell and hit my right shoulder, which made me scream out in pain. The one man who did not do anything, walked over…but it was not a man… I thought it was at first until I heard the voice. They put their hand in a briefcase they all brought and pulled out a bottle of IBU Profin “Here. Take this. It’ll help,†said the man, who sounded like a woman. Wait a minute. It WAS a woman. She stuck the pills towards me, lifted up my head and dumped a couple of pills into my mouth. I swallowed them dry, and it felt like it left a lump in my dry throat. The pain was still there, but I acted as it helped a bit. She grabbed my left shoulder and helped me up onto my bed. I tried very hard not to scream where my rib was moving around. Though she could probably tell where I jerked away a few times. “This guy sure can keep a protected password,†one of the men said referring to my father. The man who was not on the computer walked over to me and pointed his gun towards me. That was the part where I was suppose to beg for mercy or say I do not know, until he really shoots me. “Okay kid,†he started until I interrupted him. “For one thing, stop calling me kid. My name is Mikey,†I said having the worst feeling he was going to hit me again. But he didn’t, he pointed that gun straight at me and shot me right in my shoulder. I could not help it. I cried out, and cried as hard as I could. “Victor what did you do!†the woman shouted as she tended to me. She untied my hands and took off my shirt. I was unable to move my arm without it hurting. I continued to cry as the pain still was going through my arm. My tears and blood soon covered the bed. She then pointed my face at hers as she took off her mask. Her brown hair soon flopped out, as her brown eyes matched her skin tone. She was a very Tan teenager, who looked Mexican. She was a TEENAGER! I felt so bad just to see her do this. “Are you alright?†she asked. I shook my head no as I still cried. I was loosing blood and FAST. I did not know how much longer I cold stand the pain and suffering he just put me through, but he was going to get it. In addition, I would make sure of it. “Don’t feel sorry for this kid Nicky,†the person whom she called Victor said. She saw my back pocket with a phone and she grabbed it. She pulled it and dialed for nine-one-one. The person on the computer saw her. “What do you think you’re doing Nicky!†he shouted. Nicky looked over at him and pointed to a piece of paper she saw under the desk that was taped to the bottom. It told the username and password.. “Mikey Juan Trenton is the password. Put the info on a disk, and I’ll go ahead and call an ambulance,†she said. He tried the password and it actually worked. My name, out of ALL names was the actual pass code. He downloaded all the information off one of my dads browsers and put it on a disk, as the girl called ‘Nicky’ had called an ambulance for me. They were all soon out of the house, as they left me up in my room all alone, with one hand tied, and both my legs tied together. All I could remember was hearing the front door shut, sirens, and the people in white who came to my rescue. I lost my focus in my eyes, and everything went dark.
Oh! xD that was quick!! xD xD OMG! That bad guy shot him! NOOOOO! Y'know...this story is getting really interesting...Keep it up buddy! ;) I'm waiting for the next chapter!
