User blog:ZXSpidermanXZ/I'm making a book. here is the beginning.

                                                                              Phenomenon

Chapter 1

I woke up with a start, gasping as I looked around my room, taking in the scene. The pictures of my family sat on top of my dresser next to my bed, while a small television sat next to the picture. ‘A dream, it was all a dream. They aren’t real. It was all a dream.’ I got out of my bed and dressed for school.

“Adam!” I heard my mom yell. “You’ll be late for school! It’s the first day!”

“Coming mom!” I called back. I brushed my teeth in a hurry and ran downstairs as fast as I could.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked my mother as I packed my books.

“Eggs and bacon, but you better eat fast. The bus will be here any minute.” She smiled at me. “10th grade already. Your growing up so fast.”

I downed my breakfast just in time to catch the bus. “Have a nice day honey.” My mom called to me. I waved and hopped in the bus.

I found an empty seat at the back of the bus and sat down. I thought about the nightmare I had, the spider creatures, the army of survivors, and Rachel. I smiled; Rachel was the only good part of my dream. She had had long blonde hair blue eyes and a smile that was infectious.

Just as I was thinking about her I heard a female voice. “Mind if I sit here?” I recognized that voice. I looked up and stared. ‘H-how? It was all just a dream.’

“Never mind.” She said. “I’ll find another seat, sor…“

I broke out of my trance. “NO!” I shouted. “I mean no.” I said a little more quietly. “You can sit here. Sorry you just looked familiar. Sorry.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “Thanks. I’m new here, just moved from Georgia. My parents thought that Washington would be a nice change of pace. “

“Cool.” I replied. ‘Rachel was new too. She was from Georgia, but this new girl can’t be the same. After all, it was just a dream.’ “Nice to meet you.” I said. “I’m Adam.”

“Hi Adam. I’m Rachel. Nice to meet you too.”

‘Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.’ That one name repeated in my head over and over again. I sat in silence for the rest of the ride to school.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">When we arrived at the high school, Granger High School, everyone got out of their seats and made their way towards the entrance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Wow, it’s a nice looking school.” Rachel stared at the building.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Yeah.” I replied, still lost in thought. ‘It was a dream.’

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Hey, Smith. Looks like you finally got a girlfriend.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I turned around to see the school bully, Drake, looking at me with a sneer. “Shut up Drake.” I said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“You wanna be a punk? Fine.” He said while preparing to throw a punch.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I was preparing to dodge when Rachel stepped in front of me. “What is your problem! Your gonna punch him just because he told you to shut up. People like you are so ENFURIATING!” She screamed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Drake was taken aback. “W-w-what. Nobody talks to me like that.” He said sounding frightened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Wanna bet.” Rachel replied looking furious.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Drake backed up and ran through the entrance to the school.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“That was awesome!” I said. “Nobody has ever stood up to him like that without getting hit. Nice!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“I could have beaten him anyway.” She said. “I know Tai Kwon Do.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Nice.” I said. I felt so relieved. Rachel never stood up to Drake in my dream.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“So, what’s your first class?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Chemistry. Then I have Literature and Spanish.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">`               “Wow! Same here, cool.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“We made our way towards Chemistry, which was terrible. The class itself wasn’t really hard, but the teacher talked to everyone like we were five, and he would always tell boring, unrelated stories in the middle of class.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">After Chemistry, was Literature. The teacher seemed really nice. She assigned us to easy homework and we basically talked about books the whole class.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">In Spanish, the work was extremely difficult. We had to memorize so much.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“It’ll be easy for me. I have photographic memory.” Rachel said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“That must be nice.” I said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Adam I’m going fishing with my parents tonight. I know it’s a school night, but would you be able to come?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Sorry, I’m not allowed out pass nine on school nights. ‘No exceptions whatsoever young man.’ My mom told me last night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Oh, okay.” She said looking a little disappointed. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Bye.” I replied, and walked home.

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