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Joseph, Teen Contributor

When I woke up I felt energized, but then I remembered the state of the predicament I was in. I first had to start by checking my injury; my paw looked like it was scabbing over so I left it alone. I decided to make a plan for getting home and I also needed a plan for finding food and shelter. At last I was on my way to home in California. “I hope I still have one”, I thought. As I was walking, my stomach started to rumble. I thought to myself, “I am hungry, I need food, and that sausage did not fill me up”. I set out for more food. As I was walking along I started to hear a river, and as I followed the sound I was thinking I wanted fish for breakfast. When I came to the “river”, which was actually a small stream, I was disappointed. “At least it’s fresh water”, I said in a starving voice. I took a couple sips of water and when I was done drinking the water I saw some wild blueberries across the stream. I was crossing the stream and felt something swim across my paw.  When I looked down there was nothing there, but I saw the shiny scales of a fish coming toward me. I had an urge to pounce, so I did. I snatched the fish up in my paw and bit down. I carried it to the shore of the stream and ate every bit of the fish except the bones. I also added a few dozen of berries.  I was full then, so I kept on walking.

I had come to the outskirts of a city, the sign said that the name of the city is Jamestown.  As it started to get dark, I told myself, “I need more food.”  I went to a neighborhood to beg for food at one house and was given some stale cheese puffs.  I was still hungry, so I went to another house and had a broom thrown at me, then finally I was given a meat and cheese sandwich.  I was full after that so I went to go hunt for a place to sleep.  I found a house with a deck and a hole in the side of the house that led into the crawl space.  I went in and found that it was very warm in there.  I fell asleep quickly.  As I slept, I was dreaming that I was playing with my family.  We were all playing Frisbee.  I was about to catch one when I heard a car start.  I woke up when the owners of the house left.  I started to ask myself what time it was. “How would I know?  I have at least the sun to look at ...I guess.”  I saw that the sun was all the way up so I guessed it was about 11:30 - 1:30.  I was disappointed to see that half of the day was wasted by sleeping.

I ran to the other side of the city and saw a gas station to rest at.  I overheard some people talking.  One man said “I am going to Denver all the way with no stops but for gas.” The other person said, “I am going to Las Vegas.” The first guy said, “Cool!”  I decided to go with one of them.  I chose to go to Denver because he had a truck, while the other person only had a SUV.  As he started his truck I hopped in the bed of it.  I was happy that no one saw me jump into it.  We got on to the highway and I felt like I was home in our family car.  I fell instantly asleep to the hum of the engine and the little bumps in the road.  I was jerked awake when we stopped moving, he cut the engine, and slammed truck door.  I looked up to see the truck driver had found me and covered me up with a blanket.  When he saw I was awake he patted me on the head.  He was so kind that he gave me some tuna with cheese on the side.  He started to speak, “I had a dog just like you once, and he was a golden lab.  He was my life, my friend, I miss him.  So that is why I am trying to take care of you little doggie.”  While he was getting gas he said, “One more stop and we will be in Denver.”  I said “Yeah!”, but in his mind I only barked happily. He pet me very softly and I jumped out to use the restroom. When I got back in, his truck was full of gas and we sped off so fast we left a cloud of dust.  When we finally got to Denver, he stopped at a Holiday Inn. Then he said this is our last stop, I barked a goodbye, and left.

Image Credit: Ryan McKay on Flickr


Joseph, Teen Contributor

I'm lost. I've been gone from my home for quite some time. I'm somewhere in between New York and California, I'm in a big city it is full of people, some that are mean, some that are nice. Once I got hit by a broom, another time I was given a meat and cheese sandwich. I ate it appreciatively... wait, let me tell you what led up to this…I was walking with my family through a city in New York, when all of a sudden I smelled a cat in the alley ahead. I went after the cat, but I was stopped by my collar. I kept on pulling my collar, but it was breaking. I didn't care so I kept on pulling, then my color broke.  I went after the cats for 7 blocks; I kept on chasing the cat until it went through a pipe. I went in after the cat because it was the alley’s only way through. The pipe only led me to the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse had holes the size of a small wastebasket in the sides of the walls. The holes in the walls were big enough for a cat to fit through, but too small for a dog like me to fit through. At first I did not hear the hissing behind me,and then when the cat went through the crack in the wall I gave up.Then I decided to walk home,but when I turned around the entrance was blocked by a dozen or two of mad cats. I felt paralyzed in fear. When they attacked, I  fought to get out of the alley. However, when I was out I realized I was lost!


The second I started to walk away my front left paw felt like it was being cut.  When I looked down I saw blood in the shape of my foot on the paved asphalt of the alley.  I had to limp to a park so I could rest on the grass.  As I was walking to the park I was also leaving a trail of blood.  

I chose to lay at the base of a tree because the shade was cool.  As I was laying there I decided to look at my cut and as it turned out, I had a headless thumbtack stuck in the main pad of my foot.  As I tried to get out it seemed to go farther in my foot.  When I was finally able to get the broken thumbtack out, it was dusk.  Even though I was in pain, I had to find food and a place to sleep.  I went to another alley to check for food.  When I rummaged through the trash of a deli, I found some sausage links that were not too old-looking.  After I had eaten one link I heard a menacing low growl.  So I slowly turned around and from the shadow of another dumpster I saw the golden eyes of a pit bull.  

When he came completely out, I could see that his ear was halfway ripped off and was hanging down.  He spoke in a low gravely voice.  “This is my turf! Who are you?” he said.

“I am Jackson. Who are you?” I said in a trembling voice.

“I am a pit bull as you can see” he replied.

“That is not what I meant” I said.

“Then what did you mean?” he growled.

“I meant what do they call you? I answered..

“Who is they?” he said sarcastically.

“What do the other animals call you?” I replied.

“I don’t have a phone to talk to the other animals with.” he laughed.

“Ha Ha, how about this, what is your name” I desperately said.

“Oh, they call me the killer” he growled.

“That is all I wanted to know.” I said as I smirked.  Which dogs can’t do so I failed.  I looked down to see if the sausage was still there.  It was.  I looked up and the killer was gone.  Then the smell of sausage was disappearing so I looked down again and it was gone.  So in fear I left the area.  I was surprised to see that for how dark it was outside it was still crowded.


I had become frightened because I realized that I was a homeless dog.  I'm so used to being provided for that I produced a small whimper. t least I have the galaxy  above me and I get to sleep under it.  I started to feel tired. “My muscles are hurting” I said to no one. So I decided sleep under a bush because the clouds looked like it would rain. The bush did not work like an umbrella like I hoped it would.  I debated whether I should stay or find a new spot to sleep and decided  to leave. I went to the outskirts of the city and found a car junkyard and jumped into a car that had its windows rolled down. I went into the back seat to sleep for the rest of the night.

Annamarie, Teen Contributor

Kindred by Octavia E. Butler

We start in a couple's house in the 1900’s. Dana, our main character, is turning 26 with her husband Kevin. Suddenly she is whisked away and put in the 1800’s. Because of this she met a slave owner's son Rufus who was only a child at the time. She was apparently there to save him from dying, to protect him. However, every time she is on the edge of death or severely hurt she comes back home. On her second time back, Kevin comes with her. They were there for two months and each visit gets longer and longer. When she was in trouble she called out, but Kevin was too late. It was only hours that she was gone in real life, but in the 1800’s Kevin had grown to live there for 5 years. Kevin is so strange, so changed when they got home. On Dana’s final visit she does something so disgraceful…  

Parker, Teen Contributor

Emily Yates

IQ: 198

Evergreen, CO

I’ve always been a typer. Makes it easier to write essays on faster-than light travel, code simulations, and find Ryan Chandler. For months we had been looking for the best find, the cream of the crop, the top of the top, and we found him. Nowadays, with the introduction of the Z GENE, a special, choice chemical, implanted within the fetus in the first trimester of pregnancy, the new Einsteins, Picasso's, Musks, and Hawkings of the world are found. The ZG enhances the premature mind to reach adult level thinking at the age of 10. So, “The System”, a group of anonymous people who evaluate ZG user's, gives us the divisions of the world. Geeks and Nerds. Everything about The System is very secluded and secretive. The camps are secret. The selection is secret. The mother and father are not allowed to tell their child about his or her secret until the child figures it out. The memory of “too specific details” and “memorable events” are wiped from the user's memory during their time at camp, until the world eventually knows who they are, as their name becomes a household one in their early 20s. But, The System allows “scouting”, a use where fake users and real users are given, every year to us. We must tell the good from the bad, and every 5 years 1 “super genius” is hidden among the herd, that could possibly become either faction, and lead it, becoming a “head nerd” or “head geek”. Well, guess who’s head geek? Moi. But, the system is only for ages 11-19. I’m 15. So, we needed to find someone fast. Based on patterns and evaluation, this was our year. The stronger and more recent a head member, the more powerful the faction. So, that’s why it’s imperative to find the next one. So, there he was, Ryan Chandler. The highest IQed 14 year-old EVER. Whether he knows it or not (The System tweaks things a little too. It’s what they do). This gave us a chance. They outnumber us 10 to 1. Literally. But Ryan, Ryan was worth the past 5 head geeks and nerds, myself included (We don’t know the opposite team members names. Yet another wonderful thing The System does for us). We found him, and the nerds probably did as well, so the trouble was getting him to our camp. Our quantum kids engineered a situation in which some of the atoms at camp were vibrating at exactly the same frequency of Ryan’s body, and in exactly the same position, so the two could switch places instantaneously. But it was back and forth, so that he would be in one place (East High, his home, at the library, wherever), and here, Camp G. So it looked like he was nowhere. We tried to stop just the oxygen atoms, but failed. Multiple times. We kept trying though. If we stopped it right between transition, he would be in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly a plan. We kept working on it, until, POOF! He was right here, and we hadn’t stopped the oxygen atoms. The quantum kids said that maybe it was just luck, the fact that the atoms were “drawn” toward each other. Weird things happen here,  but this was a good weird. This weird wanted to make me climb one of the mountains here. We had him. We had Ryan Chandler. Yet again, we weren't safe. Only the oldest of us knew about Operation A.R.M.A.D.A., because nearly 4 years ago, my first day, a piece of it crashed. We ran fingerprints through servers, and it matched previous possible ZGers. With some logic and thought, as well as the limited hardware knowledge we had, we were able to come to the conclusion that the Nerds were spying on us, but for what? We still couldn’t figure that out. That is not was what was the idea. If we could get a major player out on the field, and have him outpace any nerd in the range of 190-210 within 5 years. 

Read that again. 

And that is when everything started happening.

Emily, Teen Contributor



Jen, Teen Contributor

"What just happened"? That was the question I asked myself out loud after fininshing the final page of The Smaller Evil. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about it--but that's what I liked about it, and that's why I think you should try it out yourself. 

The Smaller Evil is about a guy named Armand who is dealing with anxiety, among other things. He meets an interesting fellow named Beau and follows him to a self help retreat center. Right away Armand does not fit in and stuggles with the new group so he decides to leave the retreat. His exit does't last long, as he is a witness to a pretty sad event that brings him back to the compound. But once he's back things do not go as he expected. Is he crazy? Are the people at the compound crazy? Is it us, the reader who has gone mad? Read it and decide for yourself.



Lauren, Teen Contributor

      Crisp, fresh air pillowed itself in my lungs and drifted out back into the unpolluted atmosphere of the castle’s surrounding city. With a lazy breath, I scanned the horizons in an attempt to subside my inevitable boredom and prove myself a worthy citizen. Plucking small forms out of the evening sun miles away gave me a sense of importance without having to do anything involving human-oriented interaction. That, of course, was Ross’s job. Shifting from a family of giants off in the distance, my eyes swooped into the townspeople’s dwellings. With a quick scan, I found Ross tending to a small cluster of children. A girl wearing a makeshift knight costume was explaining the dilemma to him as a tiny boy clutched a fiddle to his chest behind her. With a slow nod, Ross straightened and began to gently scold the three boys standing sheepishly off to the side. Once he had cleared his rules over with the young boys, he sauntered off, but not before the tiny fiddler tugged on his shirt and handed Ross a slightly wilted yellow flower from the fields just outside the city’s west gate. I didn’t need any visual confirmation to feel the large smile that had formed on the huge teen’s mouth—the very smile had sent shockwaves through my spine—but was this a good vibration? Nevertheless, I had winced at the feeling. Deciding I had enough time to myself, my fancy robes fluttered around the tower’s corners and through the stone corridors. Just as I reached the large wooden doors to the outside world, my mother grabbed me by the collar. “Kai, be a dear and go run this to Mrs. Mayweather. It’s for my… medicine.” She pressed an envelope into my hands and twirled around to tend to kingdom affairs. My mother’s disease isn’t rare, but not common either. She suffers from a mental illness called lycanthropy, or in simpler terms, the belief that one’s self is a werewolf. Personally, I have never seen a werewolf before, but I know for sure that my mother is not one. She and my aunt were born into a family of wizards and mages. With a quick bound out the door, I scattered my thoughts and trotted down the main road. I branched off to the left and then to the left once more, into the more quieter and docile, Maior district. The peaceful district sent my feelings aflutter. My stress melted away more and more with every step I took. The tiny hum of life blew all around me—its soft whispers filling my head. An elderly woman stepped out of the cottage door and smiled at me. “Ah, Mrs. Mayweather. You were expecting me?” I asked, skepticism prickling along my tone. “Bah, don’t worry ‘bout it young man, come inside. Come. Come. I have what you need.” She made her way towards her medicine cabinet effortlessly, somehow avoiding all the clutter in the tiny home like it wasn’t even there. “Here, take this. Your mother’s probably pacing at the doorway already,” she then added with a wink, “Threw a little something extra in there for ‘ya.” I caught the package she tossed in my general direction and watched as Mrs. Mayweather walked further into her cramped living quarters. “Well, what more do ‘ya want from me? Get outta here, boy!” Hastily, I closed the door to the elderly woman’s house and hurried back to the castle. As I was twining through streets and alleyways, I slit the package open and examined the contents. Inside was my mother’s pill canister as well as an unknown bottle of more pills. The mysterious bottle wasn’t labeled at all its white cap read: “PUSH DOWN AND TURN LEFT.” In all caps. Fiddling with the somewhat sketchy drugs, I ran into the back of a large, middle-aged man. He spun around and gave me a look of disgust. The impact had enough force to push me back and make me drop the various medicine. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry sir. I’ll just be taking these now.” I reached for the mysterious bottle Mrs. Mayweather gave me, but he pulled his hand out of reach. “What are you doing with these?” He said with a snort. “Oh, do you know what they’re for?” He looked at me like I was crazy. I kind of was—carrying around drugs I didn’t even know what were used for. “These pills are for when situations get hairy. They can stop a beast of tremendous size dead in its tracks. An overdose can even be lethal, just one of these can kill a person in less than an half an hour. What would a boy like you be doing with pills like these, hmm?” I stuttered, but couldn’t work out my words. I knew I looked like an idiot to these commoners, but I jumped and whined at the man anyways. “Give them back, they’re mine!” I yelled to no use. The man held them higher above my head, my eyes glaring into the sun. “Give. Them. Back!” I said between jumps. “They were given to me by a local pharmacist. She prescribes my family’s medications.” My reasoning had no effect against the solid man. I growled in frustration and lunged into the air, swiping the drugs out of his hand and ducking as I hit the ground—his heavy fist swinging just above me. I twirled low to the ground, my leg kicked out and tripped the man. I hit him in the jaw as he went down and bolted out of there. Oh geez, there’s no way mom won’t find out about the tough, perfectly-good citizen getting beat up by a scrawny teenager over mysterious drugs. Taking the long way home was my largest regret; the silhouette of my mother blocking any entrance back into castle. “Kai, give me the pills.” I handed my mom her prescribed medications. “All of them.” She said sternly. I gingerly handed them over, looking shy and innocent. She snatched them up into her hands and stalked off. I was in for a big lecture later and there is no medicine that could heal whatever my mom was going to do.


       Later that day, I found myself leaning against the railing of the castle tower. I’ve been hanging around up here quite frequently lately--maybe a little too much. My eyes drifted ever-so-slowly downwards as they followed the setting sun. The smooth, evening sounds of the kingdom drifted through the air. The pounding cranium that sat upon my neck fell into my hands. I ran my fingers through my silky black hair. What am I doing?  I thought. If I can’t even interact with people, how am I to save lives, more-so my friends? Grunting in frustration, my fingers pressed harder into my skull. 

       “It’s not your fault, you know. You’re just overthinking everything.”

       “Shut up, you don’t know anything!” I screamed at the person behind me before realizing who they were. Ali was unfazed by my prickling hostility. She silently leaned against the balcony; scanning my averting eyes. 

       “Hey, I know the events in the recent past are unfavorable to your liking,” Why does everyone use such complicated methods of expressing their sympathy with me? “But you can’t give up, if anyone could save the day—it’s you. I’ve seen you do it before, why not now?” Her voice wiped away my tears as her hand glided across my tense shoulder blades in a comforting way. 

       “How? How do I save the day this time? This isn’t a matter of boss fights—it’s a mystery that needs somebody of high intellect and skill to solve. This is the kind of thing that takes a real hero, someone, whom of which is not me, that can protect others and is born from pure justice and righteousness. Someone who is physically incapable of laying harm to others!” I half-screeched-half-whined. The look on Ali’s face and the emotional support radiating from her only made me angrier. I don’t know why, but they did. “Stop, just stop it! Go away and take your filthy sympathy with you! I don’t need your assistance! Leave! Me! ALONE!” My voice boomed across the castle, rumbling through the walls and bursting out into the kingdom. I felt the flames spike up from their hiding place, licking across my insides and burning every manner, every sensibility, every humanity within, leaving only primitive instincts. I ran into the dark dwellings, stomping down the hall and leaving Ali outside on the tower in the darkening night. Oh Alisson, how I’ve lost you. If you weren’t mine, than you shall never be after tonight, was the only thought swirling inside the cesspool of painful and ruthless feelings. Eventually, night broke into dawn; the way most evil surrenders to good. But not my evil. 


Parker, Teen Contributor

Ian Tomas

IQ: 204

Palmyra, NY

“Ian. Ian. IAN.”

I looked up from my book. The Physics of The Impossible by Michio Kaku. When Lily says my name, 3 basic thoughts run through my mind. 

1) I am in love with her.

2) My position as head nerd is important.

3) I am Ian Tomas, a 17 year old who is head nerd (more on the subject later).

“Yes Lily.”

“They got Ryan”

Dang. Ryan Chandler was a close, smart, promising young subject, who could easily be turned to new practices. We have the technology. Yet, I should’ve known. They have 20. We have 200. So many more people are interested in having a real life. Not creating cartoonish, young, weird characters, or theorizing about the universe. All that is useless. 

“What do you propose we do?”

“Get him. They will be enraged, we will have the numbers, and then we can kill them off. ALL OF THEM.”



“You know not to mess with the system. You know the goal. If you do this, they will kill you.”

“Then we’ll get him, let them come to us, and lose 20 kids. It will be worth it.”

“You are saying, let them possibly commit genocide, take multiple prisoners, tech, turn kids against us, torture high ranking nerds, do... “

“We will get them if they come.”

“But what if we can’t?”


“The first thing that you told me was that ‘Never underestimate the chances, enemies, possibilities that there may be.’ You weren’t head nerd then, but you are now. If you change your beliefs in this moment, to get a kid,”

“He’s not a kid, Lily, he’s a genius.”

“We all are. That doesn’t make any of us more special than the other. I’m leaving.”

I let her go. That was her decision. I went back to reading my book. The chapter was titled “Teleportation.” It got into things about entanglement and disassembly of the human body. Then it got me thinking, what if we could do that? Wait, no, thinking is wrong. Knowing is right. But what if… No, Ian, stop. But what if they did it. “Mickey, scan for signs of quantum entanglement.”

“Yes Ian.”

How little I think of Mickey Archer, one of the smaller finds in nerd history, but a find nonetheless. She became my assistant, capable of creating hardware able to retask a good portion of the the world's satellites to find anything from thermo signatures to signs of extrasensory perception. 

“Signs found, Ian. From Queens, NY to Evergreen, CO.”

Right where Ryan lived. And where the geeks are.”

“Anything else Mr. Tomas?”

“Yes. Task the A.R.M.A.D.A. satellites to observe and attack the coordinates of the receiving entanglement.”

“Sir, the coordinates, cannot be focused in far enough.”

“Then task to the whole area.”

“That could kill nearly a 10,000 innocent people.”

“Correction, Ms. Archer. The geeks are not innocent. And 10,000 for 1, it will all be worth it.” I could feel her gulp.

“As you wish Ian.”

I hope she doesn’t see me as a monster. 

Lauren, Teen Contributor


       Slipping my uniform on, I nudged Ross until he fell out of his bed. “Do you want to be late to class?” I asked my friend, grabbing his leg and dragging him across the floor. He was still bundled up in his sheets. 

       “Geez, Kai. I’m up, I’m up!” Ross slowly got dressed, increasing my anxiety by the second. Knowing that we were already too late, I dropped the whole ‘get to class on time act’ and shuffled out the door. I slipped the key into the slot on the door handle, locking the dorm and turned around to face the courtyard. The entire school stood open-mouthed in a huge cluster that somewhat resembled a circle. I saw Ross standing next to Ali and jogged over to them, shoving my way through a sea of people and ending up between the two of them. At first, I didn’t understand what everybody was staring at, but I followed their eyes and what I saw would haunt me for life. Jessica Monet lay on the grass, eyes wide, chest still, and cold as ice. Her neck was ripped open viciously, all her cords severed. The other day she was sitting with her friends, laughing about their chances with me and now she lay in the courtyard, dead. There was something about the way her blood stained everything, even her ginger curls, which struck my mind with powerful aches. I looked into my friend’s eyes and there was only one emotion showing, fear. 

       “Hoy there Kai, crazy stuff, ay?” An old friend of mine hooked an arm around my shoulder, knocking the crazed thoughts out of my mind. He was an athletic young man with a crazy imagination full of big dreams and women. His name was Chase Grey and not far behind was Carter McEntti. Carter was new last year and still felt shame when you stared at him for too long, unless your name was Chase of course. Chase was his only friend because he never teased Carter about his deformity, unlike most other students who considered him a freak. Carter is an amputee. Where his right arm should be, a stub lingers in the air, severed right above the elbow. 

       “Ch-Ch-Chase. . .” Carter stuttered in his high, nervous voice. 

       “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Chase responded and turned back towards me. “Geez Carter, hold your horses!” Carter had put a hand on Chase’s shoulder and was now tugging him urgently towards himself. Carter hated to part with Chase and had developed a mild case of separation anxiety. I watched the two boys walk off, arm in arm, with Carter silently tolerating Chase’s onslaught of complaints. 

       “Aw, they always bring a tear to my eye.” Ross had somehow managed to sneak up behind me undetected, despite being 6’1”. 

       “Mmm, yeah…” I shrugged Ross’s arm off my shoulder and stood there staring at nothing in particular. Somebody was murdered in my school courtyard. Ok, there was the situation. The victim was a fifteen year old female student. There is the scene. The murderer is unknown and on the loose, the problem. Now all I have to do is solve it. 


      Great, school is still open. Everyone’s abuzz with chatter and fear. Who’s next? All we have to do is wait. My friends were somewhere among the rest of the speculators, leaving me to my solitary work. What do the detectives do in movies? Suddenly, I realized what came next. Running through names and traits in my head, I narrowed down my suspects. With a quick scan of the crowds, I found Gehl nestled in the shade of the building against the wall. He clearly saw me coming, but gave no acknowledgement of my presence whatsoever. “Crazy day, huh?” I crouched down in front of the loner. 

       “Only if you never witnessed death with your own eyes.” Gehl’s response was cold and made me nervous. “Of course you have, witnessed death I mean, it’s practically normal for somebody like you.” Now I was really nervous. 

       “I just wanted to ask if you know anything about the case. Anything helps if it’s related, so don’t hold back any information. Especially if you did it.” I came back with my own harsh tone, but Gehl seemed as blank as ever. Can nothing phase this guy? 

       “Heh, I thought you’d have noticed by now, but this killing wasn’t natural, or at least from this world. No this was done by something else. A supernatural something else.” As he spoke, Gehl leaned in closer and closer until I could feel his shallow breathing on my cheek. His eyes never moved from mine. We stayed like that for a while, unmoving, until Gehl leaned back against the school wall. 

       “Quick question before I go.” I stood back up without losing his gaze. “Do vampires really burn in the sun?” 

       “I don’t know, can you be trusted with knowing one’s weakness? Perhaps you should look into the consequences of your actions for once.” Gehl had nothing else to say and I’m glad he didn’t, I was really getting uncomfortable back there. I was just about to hurry back to my friends when the lady who sits in the office all day came up to me.

        “Excuse me Mr. Ryuu, the principle would like to see you for a moment.” Great, just what I needed. I followed the lady into the big man’s office and when I say big, I mean BIG. I slumped down in the chair as the desk lady stepped out and closed the door. What caught my eye was an ominous looking woman about the same height as me. She stood next to the fat principle as if she was a maid. I immediately started to observe her features. Korean with straight black hair cut short and coal black eyes. She looked to be twenty one at the most, possibly eighteen. “Ahem, Mwhstr. Whuu, We’d wike to intruhdooce to you Myth. Tshstbasanuh. That ish all.” I hated that man’s voice and was glad when he got up and walked out of the room. Now it was just me and the strange woman. “As the walrus was saying, you can call me Ms. Tsubasan. I was assigned to you as your personal counselor, but please, think of me as an old friend.” Now I kind of wished the principle was back in the room. My ‘personal counselor’ was waiting to see a reaction from me when she said ‘old friend’. Nothing about her seems familiar, but she appears to know me somehow. Wary, I sat a little straighter in the chair. “You are aware of the sad passing of a student here, yes?” Ms. Tsubasan glared down her nose at me. “Yeah, of course I am. Who isn’t? Surprised we’re all still here and not mourning our little hearts out over it at home.” 

“Your sarcasm is amusing and yes, it would be nice to have the day off.” Ms. Tsubasan gave a small smile in order to hide her irritation. “You know, I feel like were already connecting here. From now on, call me Kohr. I insist.” There was something strange in Kohr’s voice, as if she wants something from me. I watched as Kohr took my hand in hers, “Oh my, how much you’ve grown”, she mumbled as she traced my fingers and rubbed my wrist. Creeped out, I aggressively pulled my hand back. “Who are you? What do you want with me? How do you know me?” I yelled from my stiff chair, my knuckles white from gripping the arm rests so tight. “Calm yourself first. I’ve told you, my name is Kohr Tsubasan. Your school has hired me as your personal counselor because some issues of yours has caused the school county’s board members some distress and I know you from your personal record. I have been given access to your files in order to understand you better.” The woman offered a small smile to break the tension, but her eyes called me a stubborn brat. “Whatever, I’m leaving.” I rose from my seat and cracked my neck. “Lizzy, Sylvester, Kiara, me, you, your father.” I paused in the doorway as Kohr listed names. “Don’t. Ever. Speak. Of my Father. Again.” It wasn’t worth glancing back around, my voice was deep enough and loud enough to carry into the room and back out. Without another word, I left. Shortly after, Ross came bounding up to me flailing his arms and screaming. “Kai! What happened? Are you OK? Where were you? I was so worried! Don’t ever do that to me again!” Ross had a firm grip on my shoulders and was shaking me violently, he tends to be a bit clingy at times. “Oh Kai, I don’t know what I would do if you had disappeared. . .” I watched as the larger male fought to hold his tears back, which was eventually proved futile as he enveloped me into his chest. “Please let go.” I knew my words meant nothing until Ross was done and realized that, as a living being, I need to breathe. Two students stared at us, taking in the sight of a tall, full-blooded Caucasian squeezing the life out of his smaller, but tall for his genes, Japanese friend. I hit them with the most intimidating glare I could muster and they hurried along. I get it, men don’t cry, but if you’ve lived through what Ross has lived through and can walk around smiling like an idiot all the time, you’d understand why he needs to shed a few tears here and there. When he was born, Ross had a twin who died just minutes later. Eight years after his twin brother’s death, his father died in the US Military across seas and finally, when Ross was twelve, he witnessed his innocent mother’s unconscious body fall from the arms of my crazed aunt into the churning, black waters of the river below the cemetery hill. His tears and snot now began to wet my shirt, just like they had done two years ago when he jumped off that same cliff his mother fell from with me still clinging for dear life. After a good ten to fifteen minutes, Ross’s heaving sobs began to subside and his grip loosened. “You done?” I asked, rubbing his back gently with my hand. “Y-yeah. . . I’m fine.” He replied between sniffles. I guided him back into the daylight of the courtyard and from there to math class. “Hey, come on. We have algebra to do.” I smiled at Ross and he gave me a quivering laugh. “Don’t you mean Ali and I have algebra to do? You and Chase just sit there pretending to listen, who knows where you two are!” 

“Ha, yeah! We ALL know what Chase is thinking about!” I laughed with my childhood friend, ignoring the pain inside me that aches for me to tell the truth. To pour my heart and soul out to Ross and tell him about the place where I go when I’m not listening. To tell him about my little paradise. To tell him about a world where nothing suddenly goes horribly wrong. To tell him about Heaven. 



      That night, I tossed and turned in my stiff school bed, but it wasn’t the hard, uncomfortable mattress, it was my dreams. Or more accurately, reoccurring nightmares. I was back in a pitch black room. There was nothing around me, but darkness. My body stayed still and relaxed, I’ve been here enough times to know that running is a pitiful attempt to get away. I took a deep breath and, as always, plunged into the solid, black ground against my will. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. This part always seems to alternate between tortured, gory images of my friends, another, grimmer version of me and a field of fire, but there was none of those. I was in some sort of medical exam room that was dimly lit and almost entirely dull grey. I checked my body to see if I was OK, but it wasn’t its average fifteen year old male body. I was ten years old. A voice popped into my head, it was familiarly unfamiliar. “Welcome back, although I don’t suppose you remember being here before since you were just a baby at the time. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just checking your vitals. What? Oh, this? Don’t worry about it! It’s a just an oversized syringe crammed full of this ‘medicine’. Hey now, be good or else I’m shoving this thing up a certain area that you’d would most definitely find uncomfortable! Hold still. . . OK! All done! See, that wasn’t so bad was it? This stuff was specially designed for you by our scientists, you know. Your old man played a pretty big part in the creation of this. That’s pretty sweet of him, huh? He just wants you to be a part of something, a big something that will change your life for the better. . . I hope. I mean, just look at me! I turned out fine . . . sort of.” At this point, the door to the room I was in creaked open. My huge ten-year-old eyes widened as a lamb stumbled through the door. It wasn’t the neon green Mohawk the little animal sported, but the sound coming from its mouth. “Hey there little guy, well, I guess you’re not so little now. It’s been a few years, huh?” It was the same voice that was in my head. “Look, there’s something you need to know and, just between you and me, you are not going to like it.” The lamb clambered onto the table I was sitting on and lay down beside me. A chill like a sudden gust of wind flowed through me and I realized I was back in my own teenage body, although that chill lingered around, for I was completely naked. “Hold on, before you continue, I have a few questions that I need answered.” I can’t believe I’m talking to a baby sheep, but if he can talk, then it’s most likely that he can hear. “I do suppose we have time before you turn conscious. Go ahead, be my guest.” The lamb’s ears twitched back and forth, causing the tag in one of them to shake around. “Ok, first of all, why am I butt-naked?” I waited patiently for an answer from the bundle of wool until finally, he spoke. “Everyone’s naked in their visions. Even in that little paradise of yours, you remember sitting beneath that tree watching the sunset, right? Well if you were naked then, you shouldn’t have any problems with this.” 

“OK, sure, but where am I?” The lamb suddenly jolted up onto all fours. “I cannot tell, for you would surely put yourself at even greater risks!” I guess I’ll have to find out myself. Any other questions I may have had suddenly flooded away as I was pulled back into reality. My eyes flashed open into the dark dorm, quickly scanning the room for any signs of danger. I flung my legs around and let them touch down onto the rough carpet. Silently, I stood up and tip-toed to Ross’s bed. As gently as I could, I pulled the covers back a little to find him sound asleep and safe as can be. That was when it me. I woke up because I heard a noise. I slipped on some pants and a t-shirt and slid out the door. My sharp eyes pierced the darkness immediately, searching for the cause of the sound. A sudden rustle of leaves was the sound of glass shattering in the dead silence. I slinked through the shadows towards the sound, which was gradually rising in volume. The dead silence was ripped from the atmosphere as a scream pierced the air. Without thinking, I broke into a wild sprint. As I rounded the corner of the main dorm hall, I was struck still in horror. The entire wall of the building was dripping with blood. Everywhere I looked, there was some sort of red splatter painting exhibit and in the middle of all it, a small figure crouched on the ground. “Hey, what happened here?” I risked calling out to the silhouette, only to be answered by a tiny, ragged whisper. The small figure slowly stood up and turned around. It was Lia Gemini, but without the giggles and snorts. “She’s dead. . .” Lia whispered. I took a few steps towards her and when she didn’t oblige to my presence, I closed the distance entirely. “Hey Lia, how did this happen?” I placed my hand on her shoulder and applied the appropriate amount of comforting pressure. “Kaley . . . she’s gone. It all happened so fast. At first, it was just like a movie. She laughed, but I felt it. I felt the gaze of Death on the back of my neck. I told Kaley that we should be go back to our dorm, but she insisted on a few more minutes outside and then . . . and then she . . .” Tears began streaming down Lia’s face. I glanced behind her to see the mangled corpse of Kaley Gemini, the source of all the blood and gore drenching the scene. “You know, your stare isn’t so different.” My focus flashed back to the girl shivering in front of me. “How do you mean?”

“Oh, your eyes. They feel similar to Death’s gaze. They both have that intimidating presence that strikes fear into your heart and wracks your brain with terror. That stare, the one that forces you into submission and can turn the bravest men into cowards. It’s truly terrifying.” Lia left me no opportunities to respond as she violently threw up blood onto my shirt. Her eyes froze at an alarming size, teaming with shock. I caught the girl as she collapsed into my arms, her body going limp. “Lia!” I yelled, but I knew she couldn’t hear me, the foul stench of the dead doubled and hung heavier in the air. The main injury was on her back, between the shoulder blades. The flesh was melted away and blood coated everything, the entirety of my arms were covered in the sticky human sap. “Kai, is that you?” A sleepy voice behind me asked. Quickly, I whirled around to face the witness. My whole body lost its color as I stared straight into the eyes of Ali. She stood there horrified and I realized that I was still holding the lifeless body of our classmate. I dropped Lia and took a few steps towards Ali. She flinched and turned her waist slightly, as if to run away at any given moment. “Wait, it’s not what looks like! I swear!” I pleaded to the girl, hoping for our trust we built up over the years to save me from my gruesome accusation. “Please, just hear me out!” I screeched, my emotions catching up with me. I wiped tears from my cheek, smearing blood all over face. Ali just shook her head slowly, not daring to blink at all. I took a few more steps and tried to reach for her, but she turned and ran at full speed. Great going Kai, now you’ll never get a girlfriend.



      A few hours later, in the dim morning of Wednesday, I decided to show my face to the world once more. I made sure not a single drop of blood remained on my fairly pale skin by taking a shower immediately. Luckily, Ross didn’t have to pee in the middle of the night, boy that would have been awkward for the two us. Ugh, again with the crowding? What is it with these people and bloody murders? Despite my own opinion, I decided to become a hypocrite and join them. Almost instantly, I found Ross and Ali. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Murmuring under my breath, I gazed upon the outdoor gymnasium wall. Scrawled in bloody letters, was my full name and a message that I could only assume was for me. “Well if a ‘hello’ is what you’re looking for, you’re not going to get it.” I swiftly shifted my focus to Ali, whom of which was standing stone-still with her arms folded across her chest. “Look I didn’t do it, OK? Just trust me on this one!” I felt lava bubbling up inside of me, but I know I shouldn’t get all riled up about this and besides, I really can’t be defensive with Ali right now, especially if I want her to like me. She sighed and spoke without even glancing at me. “I know it wasn’t you, but the Gemini twins were my friends and the sight of you covered in blood that could have been both of yours or one hundred percent Lia’s . . . it just . . . caught me.” Ali’s facial expression had softened and she looked at me with playful eyes. “I can tell you defiantly didn’t write this on the wall, your handwriting is horrible!” She teased. “Oh yeah? Is it as bad as Ross and his scribbles?” I joked back enjoying the lighthearted smile on her face with every inch of me, but it quickly faded away as if smiling at a somewhat questionable classmate that is one of the few dear friends you have is a sinful action. “Oi, attractive mean girl, mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a few?” 

“Hah! As if!” Ali smirked and trotted off somewhere that was out of sight. Was that an as if to “us”, or an as if to leaving me? Hang in there Kai, you still have a chance. A steel-fist grabbed me by the arm and dragged me further from wherever Ali may be. “So, anything new?” Chase gave me a Since-Your-Name-Is-Scrawled-On-A-Brick-Wall-In-Blood-I’m-Guessing-You-Know-Something look. “It wasn’t me, if anything, I’d be the next victim judging by the message.” I was about to ask him if he knew anything about the murders until it was too late. Chase scoffed at my reasoning and craned his neck to gaze out upon the whole scene. “Crazy, eh? All this happening so suddenly. Just crazy. . .” Chase trailed off, a dreamy look clouding his vibrant light blue eyes. He was speaking in a lowered voice meant for my ears only, but soon regained his volume. “Well, I best be taking my leave here. Left my poor little Carter all alone in this crowd. He’s probably freaking out right now!” I watched as the leopard-printed red-head spun around and waltzed into the swarming mass of people, dancing ever-so gracefully between bodies in search of his feeble rose plucked of its thorns. Eventually–after a minute or two–a “Chase, don’t ever leave me again!” Shrieked out into the overwhelming noise of teenage gossip, followed by a purring chuckle. Why can’t I solve this mystery? Who else could it be? Frustrated with myself, I stomped off, shoving people out of the way with my shoulders. As I was exiting the circle, I shoulder-checked another crowd member who grabbed me and ripped me around violently to face him. “Where you going punk?” Tommy spat into my face. Glancing around, I caught sight of Fredrick’s goons closing in. No escape. “So Ryuu, what’ve you been up to?” The boys around me sneered, itching to fight. I hadn’t realized I’d been growling this whole time; what an embarrassment. I forced my face to soften and stared at Tommy. “Let me go.” I commanded in a calm manner. Hysterical laughter broke out everywhere. A few of the crowd members joined us to see what the ruckus was about. “I said, let me go. Please” I repeated, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly, without warning, a large fist connected with the side of my face. My body fell limp to the ground, practically strangling itself to stay conscious. Tommy gave my ribs a kick and his goons closed in to do the same, but Tommy gave them a fierce look. This was between him and me. “Come on Ryuu, get up! Hey, get up! Surely a murderer can take a few hits?” There it was, murderer, the dreaded truth I wished to never hear. Of course they’d think me homicidal, I’ve acted aggressively in the past. But I’d never commit murder! Well, there are a few occasions that I possibly would kill a man. Right as Tommy was about to deliver another heavy kick to my ribs, a large mass blocked the sun. I gazed up at the hazy shape. “And how are we to know that you didn’t commit the murders?” A familiar voice, warm and soothing, yet heroic and powerful. Through the blurred images, I caught sight of brown hair gently blowing in the wind. Ross? I couldn’t believe it. He would never get involved in a fight. He’s the gentlest guy I know! “Aww, playing the good guy are we? How cute. Suppose we’ll just beat you up too.” As punches and kicks rained down upon Ross, he stood strong, taking all of the abuse with outstanding resistance. Eventually, the bullies got bored and sauntered off to pick on somebody else. “Hey Kai, are you alright?” I didn’t respond right away, but somehow managed to choke out, “Just a little dizzy. . .” A hand reached out to me, my eyes having a hard time focusing on it. I grasped it weakly and was pulled into Ross’s chest. “Woah, stand up. You can’t just lean on me all day.” 

“It hurts everywhere, I don’t want to move.” I mumbled into my friend’s solid build. Despite his own injuries, Ross hooked an arm around me, allowing me permission to lean on him anyway. We stumbled off, first heading to the nurse’s until I objected of being examined, in which case we headed back to our dorm. Once inside, Ross propped me up on my bed and took a seat next to me. We sat there in haunting silence, contemplating the recent events until I finally broke the silence. “Why’d you do that?” I indirectly stared into Ross’s eyes--deep pools of shining emeralds. “It was nothing really, I’m just tired of seeing you always bullied like that. I just felt that I should share your pain.” A smile formed on my friend’s bleeding lips, comforting me like a mother would. I couldn’t respond. My jaw hang gaping in the air, surprise tingling my face. Ross hummed, gently pulling up his shirt to show me the bruises he sustained for me. Here we sat, broken and bleeding mildly, sharing the pain like brothers. It was at that time that I realized Ross would always be by my side. Forever. Until death does us part.


Parker, Teen Contributor

Ryan Chandler

IQ: 165

Queens, NY

Let me get the record straight. I did not intentionally almost lead the human race into extinction. I did not sacrifice planet Earth. However they may bend the truth, I do not praise myself. I do not tell the future. I merely predict it. If these sentences intrigue you, then keep reading for all intent and purpose. If not, you will never learn the truth. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ryan Chandler. One of the smartest humans on the planet. I’m also a teenager. 14 years, 9 months, 14 days, to be precise. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a “career dork”, or a “nerd”. But I am a geek. Officially. My state of mind is different than those of lower IQ’s, and fit in with nearly 20 others, who have the same state of mind. Our state of mind includes creativity, thinking outside the box, artistry, animation, programming, theoretical physics. And we have a social sense. The largest difference between geeks and nerds. Before I knew anything about this, Stanford, Oxford, Harvard, and Cambridge have all given me full scholarships. Yep. That’s the gift of having a large IQ. Then, in the passing period between AP Calc and British Literature, I was atomically deconstructed and reconstructed using the quantum theory. Or teleportation for all you regular high school students out there. Now where to? Good question. My best educated guess is in Evergreen, Colorado. Latitude 39.6428 N, Longtitude 105.8412 W.


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