Authors Note: William, another friend of mine, and I wrote this. We discontinued it because it was very Harry-Potter-like.
The School of Deception
The Unknown Chronicles
By:William, Eddie Knight and That other guy
Chapter 1:
I
was on my way to school on the first Wednesday of the school year. As I was
walking to bus stop I felt so cold. It was a cold, cloudy, windy day here in
New York. I lived on the bottom floor of my apartment building, and walk to the
bus stop wasn’t to long. I reached the bus stop, and got in the bus.
The bus ride was as boring as normal. As
I sat on the cold grey seats and looking out through the foggy window, as usual
and saw kids on the street being bullied. As you probably think, I strongly
detest the sight of puny kids being bullied on the sidewalk for some stupid reason
like refusing to cough up lunch money. I wish I could ditch this bus and show
that bully whose boss, but I can’t.
School
went by like normal until dismissal. I left the sixth grade wing of my school.
I saw an eighth grader picking on sixth grader, and then I snapped. I walked to
the eighth grader and stole his lunch money. The eighth grader laughed at me
and told me to go away. That’s when I broke his jaw.
I
punched him right on his jaw and he squealed like a pig. He got mad and kicked
me, but I was too fast. I jumped over his leg and punched him square on the
nose. He looked like he had a packet of ketchup smashed by a gigantic
sledgehammer on his face after a much-needed nose job.
As
he ran away all the others who were crammed around to see the fight scampered
away as well. One of the gangly eighth graders looked me in the eye then ran
away. Out of his pockets fell a slip of paper. To this day, I don’t know why I
picked up that paper, but I did.
On
the piece of paper, it said, ”Hello, Jake Peters.” I thought to myself, “How does it know my name?” Before I
could examine it closer, I was surrounded at my new “adoring fans”. A few
minutes later, I was on the bus and the looming crowd dispersed. I was already
sitting on the cool, grey seats all alone ready to read my note. I took the
slip of paper and read it. This time, it did no longer said, ”Hello, Jake
Peters.” It said to go to a certain address at 8 p.m. The reason I did not tell
the certain address is for yours’ and my safety.
It
wasn’t difficult to sneak out, due to the fact that my dad is on business in
France and my mom is his assistant. The only person who was supposed to watch
me was a babysitter who paid me half her salary to lie that she’s there.
As I left for
the address, I stuffed my brand new Swiss army knife in my pocket. The walk
there was uneventful, until I figured out where the address will take me. The
old abandoned warehouse, which was significantly outdated. Its façade reeked of
industrial waste while the roof was on the brink of collapsing. I didn’t see
why the address would lead me here, to this pile of crap. As I finally approach
the warehouse, then I saw the man in the black hood.
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