Jay - Day 225 ( Secrets and Dreams )

Hurro! Well today a new story will begin! A new more awesome RMS! Yay! So before you can complain, here is part one!





Part One of Secrets and Dreams

I stare at the ceiling, thinking.  I turn and look at my alarm.  Scowling, I turn away, waiting....  3..2...1...BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!

Without looking, I slam my hand down on top of the alarm, shutting it off, thankfully.  I stretch as I sit up.  Another long day of online high school.  Ugh.  Suddenly I hear a faint beeping...again.

Turning, I glare at the alarm clock, only to realize its not coming from there.  My brain clicks and I figure where it's coming from immediately.

“Where the heck is my phone?!”  I say as I scrabble around my bedroom.  I find it, only to realize that I missed the call.  I check for voicemails and see that someone left me one.  Great....  as I leap from my bed sheets and onto the cold carpet, I click the play  button.

Mage, it has come to my understanding that you do not attend my school.  It would be my pleasure if you joined us.  This is not a request, this is an order.  I expect to see you in my office by 8:00 am sharp.  Coulson out.

I freeze when I realize what he's talking about.  School?!!?  He can’t expect me to...I don’t have time for that!  Hmph.  Well I don’t really have a choice.

I pick up one of the many  towels strewn on the floor and rush to the shower.  I don’t have time to lose.  An hour later, I emerge from my watery lair. Turning once more to the alarm, I realize I have less than an hour  till school starts.

 Bustling about, I hurry to get dressed. After 5 minutes of indecision, I pick a simple t-shirt, torn up black jeggings and my hand painted converse. Heading into the front room of my apartment, I stuff a bag with some...extra clothing… and some sketchbooks. After double checking everything, I grab my black leather jacket and i’m heading outside when I see it. A calendar, hanging forlornly on the wall. After noticing the date, my face turns sour. Today is already not looking too good. Turning, I wipe the tears growing in my eyes and step outside. After getting to the first floor (I live on the fifth) I step to the curb and hop onto my baby.

It's a sleek, black Harley Davidson. One of a kind. I wipe a fleck of dirt of the handles before revving the engines. Time for school...yay!

Looking up at the dreary building, I mentally puke.  It’s covered in moss and dirt. Bleh.  I push through the crowd of teens and make it to the front of the building uscathed.  I pull open the door and look at a map on the right wall.  It tells me that the main office was right down the hall. I rush down the hall, my legs pumping.  I skid to a stop in front of the door and yank it open.  

“I’m here!” I pant.

Age- I mean, Principal Coulson stands in front of the secretary’s desk, speaking to her in low tones.  He turns around and looks at me, surprised.  “I’m shocked! I didn't expect you to come!” he says.

I shrug and give a mysterious smirk. “I have my reasons....”

He lets out a laugh and motions toward his office.  I sit down and he does the same.  But unlike me, in my uncomfortable plastic chair, he sits in the big leather armchair behind the expensive mahogany desk. This guy was rich!

“So...you wish to join my school?”

I just look at him in response.  Wasn’t it an order?

“Okay, that didn’t work! So here's your schedule, books and a map of the campus. Good luck!” he says as he gives me my supplies. He stands and I copy him.

“S...sir?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you give me this mission-”

His hand covers my mouth, making me gag. He releases it almost immediately. But not before I catch a glimpse of his warning glare.

“W-What in the world was that for!”  I spit.

He gives me a mysterious smile, mimicking me. I scowl as he shoves me out the door. “Have fun!”

(Spongebob Narrator Voice) A few minutes later:

I glare at the door to the algebra room.  This is your fault.   It's your fault that I was dragged here!  Yeah!  That’s right!  I’m blaming you for everything!  I think as I stand there, glaring.  I hear footsteps and peer around a locker.  A boy with chocolate colored hair is running down the hall…straight towards me. Letting out a faint ‘eep!’, I hurriedly turn around and open the door, slipping inside at the last moment.

I look around and notice the teacher is taking attendance.  I search the room and see a free seat at the very back of the class.  Perfect!  I stick to the shadows and make it to the desk in one piece.  Phew!  That was close!!  Sadly, my victory is short-lived.

“Jayce Conway?”  The teacher calls as he reaches my name. I face palm in my mind, but I slowly raise my hand.  Everyone in the class turns and stares.  Luckily, my moment in the spotlight ends when the door to the room opens.

“BANG!” The door is almost forced off its hinges as it’s opened. The boy from earlier stands in the doorway, panting.  A few kids snicker, and my arm quickly goes down.

The teacher, his name scrawled as Mr. H on the blackboard, looks up and scowls at the boy. “Sam Alexander! You are late! Again.”

The boy smiles sheepishly and sits in the other empty spot, near the front. Right next to another boy with brown hair.

“Sorry sir, I had some...business to take care of.. OW! Hey what was that for! PETER!” I watch as ‘Peter’ slaps the boy on the side of the head. Not hard, but still, it looked like it stung.

The Mr. H lets out a slight ‘hmph’ before looking at me again.  “As I mentioned before, we have a new student! Jayce come on up and introduce yourself!”

Whelp, there is part one! Hope you enjoy and have a extremely horrible good day!