When Elites Die
Okey dokey, folks. So I've come up with a new story. Yup, the plot is a bit weird, but here's a summary in case you wish not to read the whole story.
Fred, Rich, and Ethan are all friends and sophomores at their high school. When a new student arrives in town, Fred suspects something is different about the boy. As Fred investigates, what he finds out throws him into the adventure of a lifetime.
Now, that would be the summary of this story if I turned it into a full-flegded novel. However, I am unsure if I am going to do that, or if this will serve as a short story kind-of prologue jobber. (The more likely choice would be the latter.)
Anyway, just read. This is the opening:
“Some people were saying he came all the way up from like, Alabama,” remarked Fred, glancing curiously at the new kid across the lunch room.
“Yeah, I heard that, too,” replied Fred’s friend, Rich, who was sitting across the table from him. He turned around in his seat, craning his long neck to see the new boy.
Fred and Rich’s other friend, Ethan, said bluntly, “I don’t trust him,” through squinted eyes.
“You’re just jealous because Veronica likes him,” joked Fred, giving Ethan a playful sock in the arm. Ethan, in turn, cast a furtive look over at a pretty girl with long, dark hair sitting at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. She was chatting away with a few friends.
The boys finished eating soon. As they were getting up to leave the cafeteria (They were close to the last ones to leave.), they heard a loud clatter behind them.
Fred turned first, curious to see what had happened. He first noticed the new kid laying spread on the floor, a lunch tray strewn several feet away. Then he saw a few fellow juniors, laughing and pointing at their fallen classmate.
The new kid’s face reddened. Fred chanced a glance over his shoulder, and saw that Rich and Ethan had stopped, also. Fred raised his eyebrows. He didn’t want to draw attention to him and his friends, as the lunch room was empty, excluding the juniors and the new kid.
Fred turned back around and almost missed what happened next. The new kid jumped up from the floor, almost gracefully. He landed firmly on his feet, clenched fists raised. Before moving any more, he cast a look around the cafeteria, seemingly to see if they were alone. Fred and the new kid’s gazes met, but only for a second. The new kid looked away, facing the juniors.
One of the larger juniors rose from his seat at the lunch table. “Whutchu’ you gonna’ do?” he asked menacingly.
Without a word, the new kid pounced. He leaped from his standing position, diving through the air, and tackled the bigger junior hard. The fat one flew back from the force of the tackle, landing in a heap a few yards back, with the new kid on top of him. (For an unknown reason, Fred remembered then that the junior’s name was Brian.) With no hesitation, the new kid brought back a fist and struck the big junior in the right cheek. He punched the jock again, this time drawing blood from the Brian’s nose.
Brian shoved the new kid squarely in the chest, throwing the smaller boy back. The new kid landed in a crouch, feet planted, ready to fight again.
The fight wouldn’t continue, however, as the principal chose that moment to walk in the cafeteria.
“What’s going on here?!” huffed the principal, jabbing a finger in the air at the juniors.
The new kid stood from his crouched position, the wild, almost-hungry look in his eyes evaporating. Brian stood back, nursing a bloody nose and a quickly-swelling right cheek.
“Go to my office! Both of you!” the principal ordered. “Rest of you, get to your next class!” He waited before adding, “Now!”
More will come soon, if you guys want. 😄