Epic Trek Book 1: Solister
I jolted upright on my bed with the cold sensation of my fan grazing the little droplets of sweat on my face. My fist to my chest, my heart beated loudly like a taiko drum. I turned my head to my clock that casted an annoying orange glow around the room. Crap, I thought, It's only three o' clock in the frickin' morning! I sighed as I layed back in bed and pulled my soft Hug Pillow to my chest. (Well, "Hug Pillow" is my version of the snuggly teddy bear little boys and girls hug at night. But, I'm not a "little" girl, I'm fourteen and only four feet by eleven inches tall.)
But, I couldn't go back to sleep because of the nightmare I've been having for the past month and let me tell you, having an annoying nightmare every singe night is a good way to start the end of the school year. It was always the same thing, though: blaring hospital lights, men in scrubs, the green serum. Those three main things were haunting me every night. I even told my friends about it at school and all they told me was, "It's only your fear of hospitals getting at you, Janette," or "It's only a nightmare, get over it."
The only problem I have that kept me from taking their word was that, in my nightmare, I could feel everything that happened to me. I could feel the velcro holding me down, the anaesthesia that numbed my nervous system, and the needle that injected that shit juice (That's what I saw and called that wierd green stuff they put in me.) into my bloodstream. I always shuddered at the thought of what that stuff was to do to me. Was it to make me into some superhuman-thing or mutate me into some jellyfish hybrid? I don't know the answer because of the whole "passing out" bull crap always happened!
My friend Froylan, a fat German-Mexican dude I've known since fourth grade, thought I was abducted by aliens. "I think she was abducted by aliens! They probably did wierd experiments and played around with her brain and she maybe have a microchip or something in her leg!" I recall him saying. But that was stupid; those "flying saucers" were probably photos that some dude thought was a UFO but actually a frisbee silhouetted by the bright sun, or an airplane. But from what I know, the alien thing was a crappy idea.
It was unusally bright today at Hilltop Middle (The shitty ass excuse for a school I go to.) and I pulled out my black hoodie to shield my sensitive eyes from the sun as it was lunch. The usual, I saw my friends Izaac, Froylan, Julio, Elias, Alex, Anthony (AKA the gay one), Hector and Vincent hanging out at the benches. As usual, they were having a general discussion that I often tried to stay out of.
"Izaac," Froylan said, "You have a bad taste in women. I mean, who likes fuckin' Talor Swift?! I think Angelina Jolie is hot!" I winced when he yelled that out. Ugh, guys and their horniness.
"I like Rob Pattinson," Anthony swooned. We all stared at him with a disturbing silence for about a minute. Then the guys continued with their perverted discussion.
"Froylan, Froylan, Froylan," Julio shook his head in disappointment with his arms across his chest, "Angelina Jolie, with her oversized lips, adopted kids, and the fact the she's with gay ass Brad Pitt puts her no where has awesomely fuckable as Megan Fox." The rest of the guys swooned in unison as I my last nerve popped and my bitchiness blew out.
"Oh my fucking Jesus Christ, people! Will you please stop talking about which celebrity is the sexiest? That's why they have God damned Entertainment Tonight! Geez, can I at least eat my sandwhich without having to barf it back up because all of you guys can't stop talking about Megan Fox's bra size?!" I felt all the blood that rushed to my face as I glared at the awe-strucken faces of my friends and some of the people around us took interest and stared at what just happened.
Then, I heard the sound of someone clapping slowly; kind of like how the villain in a movie claps when he acts to be impressed by the hero. Except this wasn't a movie yet there was a hero and a villain and that villain was my arch nemesis: Emily.
But, I couldn't go back to sleep because of the nightmare I've been having for the past month and let me tell you, having an annoying nightmare every singe night is a good way to start the end of the school year. It was always the same thing, though: blaring hospital lights, men in scrubs, the green serum. Those three main things were haunting me every night. I even told my friends about it at school and all they told me was, "It's only your fear of hospitals getting at you, Janette," or "It's only a nightmare, get over it."
The only problem I have that kept me from taking their word was that, in my nightmare, I could feel everything that happened to me. I could feel the velcro holding me down, the anaesthesia that numbed my nervous system, and the needle that injected that shit juice (That's what I saw and called that wierd green stuff they put in me.) into my bloodstream. I always shuddered at the thought of what that stuff was to do to me. Was it to make me into some superhuman-thing or mutate me into some jellyfish hybrid? I don't know the answer because of the whole "passing out" bull crap always happened!
My friend Froylan, a fat German-Mexican dude I've known since fourth grade, thought I was abducted by aliens. "I think she was abducted by aliens! They probably did wierd experiments and played around with her brain and she maybe have a microchip or something in her leg!" I recall him saying. But that was stupid; those "flying saucers" were probably photos that some dude thought was a UFO but actually a frisbee silhouetted by the bright sun, or an airplane. But from what I know, the alien thing was a crappy idea.
It was unusally bright today at Hilltop Middle (The shitty ass excuse for a school I go to.) and I pulled out my black hoodie to shield my sensitive eyes from the sun as it was lunch. The usual, I saw my friends Izaac, Froylan, Julio, Elias, Alex, Anthony (AKA the gay one), Hector and Vincent hanging out at the benches. As usual, they were having a general discussion that I often tried to stay out of.
"Izaac," Froylan said, "You have a bad taste in women. I mean, who likes fuckin' Talor Swift?! I think Angelina Jolie is hot!" I winced when he yelled that out. Ugh, guys and their horniness.
"I like Rob Pattinson," Anthony swooned. We all stared at him with a disturbing silence for about a minute. Then the guys continued with their perverted discussion.
"Froylan, Froylan, Froylan," Julio shook his head in disappointment with his arms across his chest, "Angelina Jolie, with her oversized lips, adopted kids, and the fact the she's with gay ass Brad Pitt puts her no where has awesomely fuckable as Megan Fox." The rest of the guys swooned in unison as I my last nerve popped and my bitchiness blew out.
"Oh my fucking Jesus Christ, people! Will you please stop talking about which celebrity is the sexiest? That's why they have God damned Entertainment Tonight! Geez, can I at least eat my sandwhich without having to barf it back up because all of you guys can't stop talking about Megan Fox's bra size?!" I felt all the blood that rushed to my face as I glared at the awe-strucken faces of my friends and some of the people around us took interest and stared at what just happened.
Then, I heard the sound of someone clapping slowly; kind of like how the villain in a movie claps when he acts to be impressed by the hero. Except this wasn't a movie yet there was a hero and a villain and that villain was my arch nemesis: Emily.