Chapter 1: Introduction

The sun shined through the dirty curtains into the room. It went directly onto the little boys face. He groaned and turned around in his bed to find that his covers were on the floor. He groaned even more and reached down to pick them up. He mumbled something indistinct and cracked open his bright blue eyes. He wiped the hair off of his face so he can see clearer. He turned around and looked at his clock. It was 7:45. He was going to be late for school. As he jumped swiftly off his bed, he sprinted down the long hallway to the bathroom. He quickly brushed his teethed, washed his face and flossed. He took a quick shower, the quickest he had ever taken. In a towel he ran towards his room and quickly changed. “Thomas! You dripped all over the floor again!” his older sister yelled. “Sorry,” he apologized as he put on his socks. Once he was finished he rushed down the long stairs, and entered the kitchen. He looked at the wall clock. It read 7:55. Ten minutes was a new record for him. “Thomas here’s your late breakfast, honey. Eat quickly if you want to get to school on time,” his mother said, handing him a plate with buttered toast. Her bangles jingled as she withdrew her long-nailed, smooth hand. “Bye mom, dad,” he said as he rushed to put on his sneakers, his toast in his mouth. He got his red jacket, and bag and ran out the door. He leaped over the rosebush and ran past the mailman. “Hey, Sam,” he said chewing his toast. “Good morning” Sam replied. Thomas ran across the streets, just in time for the light to turn green. He ran as fast as he could. He didn’t want to be late again. He saw the school close by. He sped up and he finally reached it, not a minute too late. He entered the school with his best friend, Michael. “Almost late again, Tom?” Michael asked. Thomas chuckled and nodded his head, too out of breath to respond. They walked to homeroom with their books. As they passed, he saw a girl come out of the washroom. He straightened up and blushed. It was his crush, Melissa, one of the most beautiful girls in the school. She looked at him and she waved, giggling. He blushed even more as he turned around embarrassed. “Yup, you’ll never get the chance if you don’t even try and talk to her,” Michael said patting Thomas’s back. Thomas looked up again. “It’s just too hard,” he said blushing. “Yeah, yeah,” Michael said flicking his hand back and forth in the air. They reached homeroom. They took their seats as their teacher, Mrs. Henson, entered the classroom. “Alright, grade 9s! Who didn’t do their homework?” she asked picking up the meter stick. She walked around the classroom and slammed it on Michael’s desk. “Did you Mr. Georgenson?” she said as her grey eyes looked into Michael’s black ones. He looked back at her extremely wrinkled, face. Her mole overpowering her left cheek, and her crooked teeth showing through her angry expression frightened him a bit. “No, m’am. I did all my homework,” he replied honestly. She looked at the clock as a strand of grey hair waved in front of her face. The bell rang. “Two minutes late! I must speak to the principal today. Alright students, open your geography textbooks to page 135,” she said as she returned to the board. She started to write something down. A paper was thrown onto Thomas’s desk. “Huh, what’s this?” he asked himself quietly. He picked it up and quietly unfolded it under his desk. He looked up just in case. Mrs. Henson was still writing on the board. He read the note in his mind. It read