Inexorable--A Book by: Skylar Lindsey
Mar 12, 2010 17:18:58 GMT -5
Post by Skylar on Mar 12, 2010 17:18:58 GMT -5
Hey guys! So like, I just started this book like, 2 days ago, and my dear friend named 10stare came up with the idea. I'm gonna type it up now so I won't bore you. Tell me what you guys think. It. Is. Imperative. That. You. Give. Your. Opinions. (It's not finished yet.)
Inexorable
Chapter 1
Inexorable
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Chapter 1
With a flick of my friend's hand directed at mine, the pencil that was in my possession flew out of it, leaving a line that was crooked and deformed that lead off of the tail of the letter 'y' in which was being written on my paper. A sudden burst of frustration rushed through my arms and they tingled. Relief of stress was just what I had been yearning, and the perfect chance to relieve some of it was now. So as if I was playing, my right hand dropped my pencil and swung to the back of my friend, Otto's, head all in one motion. The force of the hit was pleasing, and the motion of Otto's head wobbling to the left side of his anatomy was just as pleasing. The only thing that wasn't pleasing was the teachers raspy, whispy, cackly, inderscribable tone that rang in my ears and bruised my frontal lobe.
"So why exactly, Brent, did you just slap Ostin? You are 15, and you need to act your age. Now, if you will, step out of my classroom, and wait for me to deal with you, because there are other's that deserve better than to be interrupted while doing their work by immature, obnoxious, and insulent kids such as yourself."
I felt my cheeks turn that of a rosaceous color as anger flared up. How dare such a rude woman insult someone with such class as me? I was utterly and royally, ticked off. The old woman was such a disgrace to me. She was absolutely pitiful. Jeans, a sickening pink t-shirt that had various stains on it, and tennis shoes, had the right to yell and insult someone as so well dressed and good personality stricken such as me? That in itself, made me almost ready to break one of her bones, but the position of herself being a teacher made me refrain from doing it.
A quick fist down on the table and I slipped out of my desk, making sure I made as much noise as I could as I did so. A quick glare from Otto and I was out the door, making sure I slammed the door shut. She was such a pig. One of the type of people that you would automatically assume that was poor. Despite that, she was one of the meanest, annoying, and strictest teachers that the world has ever known. And her name? Ms. Manwell. So yes, her appearance, was masculine, which didn't make her reputation any at all better.
I leaned against the midnight grey walls of Huntington High School, brunneous lockers surrounding me, and looked from left to right, I saw absolutely nothing in the halls moving, except for me of course. It was quite awkward if I might say. It reminded me of one of those times that a tumbleweed could roll across the screen of a film or show or something of that nature, informing to viewers that it was definitely a quiet time. I giggled at the thought, but it just made me sound like a maniacal person, knowing that no one was around to hear me, although it made me feel quite safer though, because I knew I wouldn't be looked at like a lunatic.
I guess that I recover from being angry and flustered fast, because a vast amount of my frustration had diminished from me, and I no longer felt the heat in my body that had once consumed me, though I was still angry. Although I knew it would all change once Ms. Manwell came to lecture me even more.
She came quickly, and loudly, just as I had when I had left the room. It was also if she was replaying what I had. I was leaning against the adjacent wall of the classroom door, so I needn't move for her to speak to me. As expected, my anger flared up again as soon as I saw her face. I don't know why, but it's the type of face that automatically makes you angry once you see it. Gosh, this woman was just, I'm not sure how to put it, a failure?
I didn’t know what she was going to say, but I knew it wouldn’t be nice, so I prepared for the worse, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t get too mad. Then she spoke, and I couldn’t help but to get even more angry than I was in the classroom.
“Now you, Brent Graves, are a very smart pupil of mine, but all you constantly do is disrupt the class, and it doesn’t make any of the teachers happy. In fact, when you’re at lunch and we teachers are together, you are almost always the topic of discussion. You and your big mouth. As I’ve said before, you are one of my smartest students, but you constantly talk and do things that distract those around you that actually want to learn. So, in order to straighten you up a bit, I have decided to send you to Mr. King’s office. I don’t know what he’ll be doing, but it will maybe knock some sense into you. Alright?”
I can’t even explain how mad I was. It was enough that her voice was so sickening and gross, but that she was punishing me and she all did it in her version of a nice tone. Which was high pitched and slow, it was also one of the most annoying voices that she spoke in. I averted from Ms. Manwell and headed for the stairs. I wasn’t going to the office, not today, not tomorrow, never. No matter how much I got into mischief, I never once had to go to the office, and this wasn’t going to be the time that it would finally happen.
Ms. Manwell’s voice rang in my ears, my head throbbed, and my body felt as if it was on fire, but ice cold at the same time, sending a tingling feeling throughout my body that started at my feet and ran to my head. I knew that she was following me, but I kept walking, I knew how much trouble I would get in if I didn’t go to the principal’s office, but for some reason, it didn’t stop my motivation to continue down the stairs and off the school’s campus, so walking at a fast pace was what I continued to do.
As I traveled down the staircase, her voice echoed throughout it, and her shoes made heavy sounds as she hurried down the stairs after me. There was no way that she would catch me, so I didn’t really worry about it, instead, I worried about not tripping over my own feet as I took each step one foot at a time.
Her voice seemed to get closer, but I didn’t care. I was at the door leading outside now, and I opened it quickly, stepping outside and taking off running. Running throughout the parking lot. I’m sure that Ms. Manwell was going to get help, but I knew that they wouldn’t stop me, so further and deeper into the parking lot I went, traveling fast.
I reached the other side in a matter of minutes, the parking lot was huge, but to cover that much ground in so little time felt like an accomplishment. I loved the rush that was going through my body, the adrenaline. It was like running from authority was what I was made to do.
I quickly crossed the street and made a sharp left, toward my home. My mom would be at work, and my dad would be home, but he was a push over and was very laid back, so I didn’t care that he would be there. So that’s where I headed.
Step by step my legs grew weaker, but it didn’t seem to stop me from running. I breathed heavily, and my heart was beating violently against my chest. I felt my hair move around as a breeze blew by me, refreshing me temporarily. I then slowed to a stop. I was definitely about a mile away from Huntington now, and I stood on a sidewalk, my arms stretched above me and my hands locked behind my head. It was one of the tricks my gym teacher, Mr. Greenwood, had taught us. Instead of bending over and putting your hands on your knees as most people do, he taught us to always raise our arms above our heads.
I arrived at my house an estimated 15 minutes later. Dad was there as expected, but asleep on the couch, which made it very easy to not get caught, although I expected a call from the school, possibly the school officer arriving at my house, but I didn’t really care at the time. All I did care about, was eating. Weird right? I had just got home from running away from school, and all I cared about was getting something to eat? I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I always think of the weirdest things during the most serious times.
"So why exactly, Brent, did you just slap Ostin? You are 15, and you need to act your age. Now, if you will, step out of my classroom, and wait for me to deal with you, because there are other's that deserve better than to be interrupted while doing their work by immature, obnoxious, and insulent kids such as yourself."
I felt my cheeks turn that of a rosaceous color as anger flared up. How dare such a rude woman insult someone with such class as me? I was utterly and royally, ticked off. The old woman was such a disgrace to me. She was absolutely pitiful. Jeans, a sickening pink t-shirt that had various stains on it, and tennis shoes, had the right to yell and insult someone as so well dressed and good personality stricken such as me? That in itself, made me almost ready to break one of her bones, but the position of herself being a teacher made me refrain from doing it.
A quick fist down on the table and I slipped out of my desk, making sure I made as much noise as I could as I did so. A quick glare from Otto and I was out the door, making sure I slammed the door shut. She was such a pig. One of the type of people that you would automatically assume that was poor. Despite that, she was one of the meanest, annoying, and strictest teachers that the world has ever known. And her name? Ms. Manwell. So yes, her appearance, was masculine, which didn't make her reputation any at all better.
I leaned against the midnight grey walls of Huntington High School, brunneous lockers surrounding me, and looked from left to right, I saw absolutely nothing in the halls moving, except for me of course. It was quite awkward if I might say. It reminded me of one of those times that a tumbleweed could roll across the screen of a film or show or something of that nature, informing to viewers that it was definitely a quiet time. I giggled at the thought, but it just made me sound like a maniacal person, knowing that no one was around to hear me, although it made me feel quite safer though, because I knew I wouldn't be looked at like a lunatic.
I guess that I recover from being angry and flustered fast, because a vast amount of my frustration had diminished from me, and I no longer felt the heat in my body that had once consumed me, though I was still angry. Although I knew it would all change once Ms. Manwell came to lecture me even more.
She came quickly, and loudly, just as I had when I had left the room. It was also if she was replaying what I had. I was leaning against the adjacent wall of the classroom door, so I needn't move for her to speak to me. As expected, my anger flared up again as soon as I saw her face. I don't know why, but it's the type of face that automatically makes you angry once you see it. Gosh, this woman was just, I'm not sure how to put it, a failure?
I didn’t know what she was going to say, but I knew it wouldn’t be nice, so I prepared for the worse, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t get too mad. Then she spoke, and I couldn’t help but to get even more angry than I was in the classroom.
“Now you, Brent Graves, are a very smart pupil of mine, but all you constantly do is disrupt the class, and it doesn’t make any of the teachers happy. In fact, when you’re at lunch and we teachers are together, you are almost always the topic of discussion. You and your big mouth. As I’ve said before, you are one of my smartest students, but you constantly talk and do things that distract those around you that actually want to learn. So, in order to straighten you up a bit, I have decided to send you to Mr. King’s office. I don’t know what he’ll be doing, but it will maybe knock some sense into you. Alright?”
I can’t even explain how mad I was. It was enough that her voice was so sickening and gross, but that she was punishing me and she all did it in her version of a nice tone. Which was high pitched and slow, it was also one of the most annoying voices that she spoke in. I averted from Ms. Manwell and headed for the stairs. I wasn’t going to the office, not today, not tomorrow, never. No matter how much I got into mischief, I never once had to go to the office, and this wasn’t going to be the time that it would finally happen.
Ms. Manwell’s voice rang in my ears, my head throbbed, and my body felt as if it was on fire, but ice cold at the same time, sending a tingling feeling throughout my body that started at my feet and ran to my head. I knew that she was following me, but I kept walking, I knew how much trouble I would get in if I didn’t go to the principal’s office, but for some reason, it didn’t stop my motivation to continue down the stairs and off the school’s campus, so walking at a fast pace was what I continued to do.
As I traveled down the staircase, her voice echoed throughout it, and her shoes made heavy sounds as she hurried down the stairs after me. There was no way that she would catch me, so I didn’t really worry about it, instead, I worried about not tripping over my own feet as I took each step one foot at a time.
Her voice seemed to get closer, but I didn’t care. I was at the door leading outside now, and I opened it quickly, stepping outside and taking off running. Running throughout the parking lot. I’m sure that Ms. Manwell was going to get help, but I knew that they wouldn’t stop me, so further and deeper into the parking lot I went, traveling fast.
I reached the other side in a matter of minutes, the parking lot was huge, but to cover that much ground in so little time felt like an accomplishment. I loved the rush that was going through my body, the adrenaline. It was like running from authority was what I was made to do.
I quickly crossed the street and made a sharp left, toward my home. My mom would be at work, and my dad would be home, but he was a push over and was very laid back, so I didn’t care that he would be there. So that’s where I headed.
Step by step my legs grew weaker, but it didn’t seem to stop me from running. I breathed heavily, and my heart was beating violently against my chest. I felt my hair move around as a breeze blew by me, refreshing me temporarily. I then slowed to a stop. I was definitely about a mile away from Huntington now, and I stood on a sidewalk, my arms stretched above me and my hands locked behind my head. It was one of the tricks my gym teacher, Mr. Greenwood, had taught us. Instead of bending over and putting your hands on your knees as most people do, he taught us to always raise our arms above our heads.
I arrived at my house an estimated 15 minutes later. Dad was there as expected, but asleep on the couch, which made it very easy to not get caught, although I expected a call from the school, possibly the school officer arriving at my house, but I didn’t really care at the time. All I did care about, was eating. Weird right? I had just got home from running away from school, and all I cared about was getting something to eat? I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I always think of the weirdest things during the most serious times.
