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Just a Scratch
By CrypticIdentity
Chapter One
My name is Adam. Adam Lewison.
Seems like a normal name, right? I guess I'm what most people would consider "normal." I go to school. I play video games. I get an 85 - 90 average. I listen to music. Yep, that's me. Adam. The normal kid you sit next to in Math class. A normal, 13-year-old kid. Everything's normal.
Except everything's not normal.
I live in a small town in Pennsylvania. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Philadelphia. Okay, so it's not that small. But that's not the point. There's a park here. An ordinary, normal park. Except for the fact that it once had a supernatural animal ravaging its forests. And I'm not sure if it still does.
So much for normal.
I lived a normal life. I still do. But one night changed everything. One night where everything you've read about in a book from the "Fiction" section of the library stopped being fiction. One night where I strayed way off the path of "normal."
Funny. That's where it all started: a normal, everyday bike path.
But before I get to that, I should start with what happened that day in History class.
An assignment. Normal. No big deal.
Turns out that assignment would be a great help to my well-being.
BBBBBRRRRIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
I quickly slid into my seat as the bell rang. Five seconds later, our teacher, Mr. Gradger, walked into the classroom, grabbing his yardstick off the board and slamming it down on the desk of the kid sitting at the front my row. Jeff quickly awoke.
I guess you could consider us best friends. We've known each other since the first grade. We have the same interests. We do a lot off stuff together. But it's not like we're brothers or something. He's a little shorter than me, with brown hair, as oppose to my jet-black hair. He blinked the sleep from his deep brown eyes.
Mr. G (that's what we call him) walked over to his desk, but did not sit down. Instead, he stopped there and slapped the calendar with his yardstick. "October," he said. "Best known for Halloween. And, in honor of Halloween, I've decided to pull away from the Civil War topic for a moment and start doing some history on legends and their origins.
"Now, I know this might seem a little bit childish -" he added as the class began to groan, "but some of it might be interesting." Bryan, another friend of mine, looked at him skeptically. He's not the most believing person in the world. And he always wants to test people's theories to prove who's right and who's wrong. I mean always. Most of the time he's right. He's a little taller than me, with blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair that he cuts really short.
Mr. G began writing a list up on the board. Once he was finished, he turned aside so we could see it. It read:
Ghosts
Witches
Vampires
Werewolves
The Phantom of the Opera
Mummies
Frankenstein
After letting us examine it for a moment, Mr. G spoke: "Every person in this class will be doing a research project on one of these topics. Now, what I'm going to ask you to do is write down which topic you'd like to do. If you have a different topic you'd like to do not shown on the board, write it down instead. Tomorrow, I'll tell you if I've approved it. Now, write down your topic!" He began handing slips of paper around the room. I took out my pencil.
Which topic would I choose? Definitely not witches. That was probably what most of the girls were doing. I'm not entirely into all of that supernatural stuff about ghosts either. Mummies? Too Egyptian. Frankenstein? Too dumb. Phantom of the Opera? Too Broadway-musical. Which narrowed it down to two choices: Vampires and Werewolves.
Vampires seemed too Transylvanian, even though I knew that was just a stereotype that came with the old Dracula movie. I don't like how they're able to hypnotize people, either. So I scrawled "Werewolves" onto my slip of paper.
I don't know what made me pick it. Truth is, I didn't really care what I picked. But for some odd reason, I picked werewolves. I thought for a moment. How much info would I be able to find? How long -
"Mr. Lewison?"
I snapped back to reality. "Can I have your slip now?" he asked, sounding a little irritated. "Sure," I replied, handing the paper back. I felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, no one noticed. Except for Lauren, who giggled. She sat right next to me.
I guess you could say I sort of like Lauren, but I'm not sure if she knows. We're pretty good friends, so I'm not sure she'd expect me to like her. She turned her green eyes back on the board as Mr. G erased the list and began writing some stuff about the Civil War.
We spent the rest of class doing some more Civil War stuff. Taking notes on this battle, then that battle. Then, finally, the bell rang for 10th period. The class walked out in a rush.
Nothing else eventful happened that day. Which brings me to that night.
The night that would change my life forever.
Just a Scratch
By CrypticIdentity
Chapter One
My name is Adam. Adam Lewison.
Seems like a normal name, right? I guess I'm what most people would consider "normal." I go to school. I play video games. I get an 85 - 90 average. I listen to music. Yep, that's me. Adam. The normal kid you sit next to in Math class. A normal, 13-year-old kid. Everything's normal.
Except everything's not normal.
I live in a small town in Pennsylvania. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Philadelphia. Okay, so it's not that small. But that's not the point. There's a park here. An ordinary, normal park. Except for the fact that it once had a supernatural animal ravaging its forests. And I'm not sure if it still does.
So much for normal.
I lived a normal life. I still do. But one night changed everything. One night where everything you've read about in a book from the "Fiction" section of the library stopped being fiction. One night where I strayed way off the path of "normal."
Funny. That's where it all started: a normal, everyday bike path.
But before I get to that, I should start with what happened that day in History class.
An assignment. Normal. No big deal.
Turns out that assignment would be a great help to my well-being.
BBBBBRRRRIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
I quickly slid into my seat as the bell rang. Five seconds later, our teacher, Mr. Gradger, walked into the classroom, grabbing his yardstick off the board and slamming it down on the desk of the kid sitting at the front my row. Jeff quickly awoke.
I guess you could consider us best friends. We've known each other since the first grade. We have the same interests. We do a lot off stuff together. But it's not like we're brothers or something. He's a little shorter than me, with brown hair, as oppose to my jet-black hair. He blinked the sleep from his deep brown eyes.
Mr. G (that's what we call him) walked over to his desk, but did not sit down. Instead, he stopped there and slapped the calendar with his yardstick. "October," he said. "Best known for Halloween. And, in honor of Halloween, I've decided to pull away from the Civil War topic for a moment and start doing some history on legends and their origins.
"Now, I know this might seem a little bit childish -" he added as the class began to groan, "but some of it might be interesting." Bryan, another friend of mine, looked at him skeptically. He's not the most believing person in the world. And he always wants to test people's theories to prove who's right and who's wrong. I mean always. Most of the time he's right. He's a little taller than me, with blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair that he cuts really short.
Mr. G began writing a list up on the board. Once he was finished, he turned aside so we could see it. It read:
Ghosts
Witches
Vampires
Werewolves
The Phantom of the Opera
Mummies
Frankenstein
After letting us examine it for a moment, Mr. G spoke: "Every person in this class will be doing a research project on one of these topics. Now, what I'm going to ask you to do is write down which topic you'd like to do. If you have a different topic you'd like to do not shown on the board, write it down instead. Tomorrow, I'll tell you if I've approved it. Now, write down your topic!" He began handing slips of paper around the room. I took out my pencil.
Which topic would I choose? Definitely not witches. That was probably what most of the girls were doing. I'm not entirely into all of that supernatural stuff about ghosts either. Mummies? Too Egyptian. Frankenstein? Too dumb. Phantom of the Opera? Too Broadway-musical. Which narrowed it down to two choices: Vampires and Werewolves.
Vampires seemed too Transylvanian, even though I knew that was just a stereotype that came with the old Dracula movie. I don't like how they're able to hypnotize people, either. So I scrawled "Werewolves" onto my slip of paper.
I don't know what made me pick it. Truth is, I didn't really care what I picked. But for some odd reason, I picked werewolves. I thought for a moment. How much info would I be able to find? How long -
"Mr. Lewison?"
I snapped back to reality. "Can I have your slip now?" he asked, sounding a little irritated. "Sure," I replied, handing the paper back. I felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, no one noticed. Except for Lauren, who giggled. She sat right next to me.
I guess you could say I sort of like Lauren, but I'm not sure if she knows. We're pretty good friends, so I'm not sure she'd expect me to like her. She turned her green eyes back on the board as Mr. G erased the list and began writing some stuff about the Civil War.
We spent the rest of class doing some more Civil War stuff. Taking notes on this battle, then that battle. Then, finally, the bell rang for 10th period. The class walked out in a rush.
Nothing else eventful happened that day. Which brings me to that night.
The night that would change my life forever.