“Stop chasing shadows my young
apprentice,” an eerie voice said.
Devon ran away from the eerie voice,
panting, as if he was extremely fatigued.
“It’s useless to run away from your
destiny,” the eerie voice said.
“AHHHHH!” Devon screamed. He turned
around, only to see he was sweating. “Not this again,” Devon told himself. He
got up from his bed and went downstairs. He opened up the refrigerator only to
see that there was no milk. Note to self,
remind mom to buy milk, Devon thought to himself. He walked around the
kitchen to find the regular instructions his mom left.
“Devon, there’s leftover ramen in
the counter and leftover KFC in the fridge, just heat them up in the microwave.
With love, mom and dad,” Devon read aloud, “Well, leftovers aren’t really
breakfast, but I’ll eat the KFC.” He put the fried chicken in the microwave and
put forty-five seconds on the microwave. He ran upstairs to find the clothes he
would wear to school that day. He chose his Smosh t-shirt, his dark blue Old
Navy jeans, a pair of black socks, an orange Aeropostale hoodie, and his black
Tone-Ups.
The microwave made a large beep that
cued his ninja “skills”. He ran downstairs only to fall face first on his first
floor rug. He stood up and shook off the pain and grabbed his food.
“HOT! HOT! HOT!” Devon exclaimed as
he grabbed the food from the microwave. He ran to the bathroom to brush his
teeth and let the food cool down. He went to the dining room, sat down, prayed
to thank the lord for the food he had in front of him, and then gobbled up the
food like if there were no tomorrow.
He released a loud burp and went
upstairs to change into the clothes he had picked out. He saw the clock. It
read in bright red numbers “7:45.” Devon opened his eyes wide in terror.
“DID I SERIOUSLY TAKE THAT LONG!”
Devon exclaimed. He changed and ran downstairs. He assured that every window
was closed and assured that he grabbed his keys and locked the door. He ran to
the bus stop right before it closed the doors and ran to the middle where he
found his friends Brendan and Flannery.
“Hey guys,” Devon said as he
squeezed in between them.
‘Hey Devon,” Brendan replied.
“Hey Devon,” Flannery replied in a
weird accent. Devon laughed, that accent always made him smile.
“So, what’s up?” Devon asked.
“Nothing much, I only got tickets to
a rock concert,” Brendan said, trying to make him jealous.
“It isn’t going to work,” Devon
responded.
“Awwww,” Brendan said, then put the
ticket back in his backpack.
“Well,” Flannery started, “I’m going
to get a new phone for my birthday, which is in two days.” Devon knew what she
wanted to hear.
“Hey Flannery, what do you want for
your sixteenth birthday?” Devon asked.
“Well, I want a unicorn stuffed
animal!” Flannery replied in a joyful voice. Devon checked his wallet. He found
forty bucks.
“I guess I can buy it,” Devon
started, “The book I want only costs thirty bucks, so I guess I will buy it.”
“YAY!” Flannery exclaimed. Then, in what appeared to
be a blink of an eye, but actually was ten minutes, they arrived at San Diego
High. Devon got off the bus and looked through his backpack to assure himself
he had everything. However, that wasn’t the case. Yes, he did find everything,
but he found something extra. He found a vampire necklace that he had bought
the past summer.
“That’s weird; I don’t remember
putting this in my backpack,” Devon said. He shrugged and put the necklace on.
He walked to class and sat down in the middle; not to close to the teacher to
seem like a nerd, but not so far away to not be able to listen to a word being
said. He then realized that he still had five minutes before classes started,
so he took out his favorite book.
The bell rang and nine tenths of the
class was already sitting down. He took out his notebook and started jotting
down the notes
