Heres a short I did for a writing assignment. I worked on it for 2 hours, so Ithought I'd post it here and make a for more chapters for enjoyment. Have a nice read.
The soles of my tattered, black and white Vans kissed the face of the smooth, tile floor.
The fluorescent lighting of the decaying school buzzed and ticked in unison with the
tpping of my feet echoing through the empty halls. I stopped, taking this pause in time to
gaze at my reflection in the filthy floor. A young man with brown skin, dark brown eyes,
and a slim figure looked back at me. He is of average height, and is donned in a navy
blue jean jacket, a slim black tee with the words “Transitions” in bright blue bold, and
navy blue fitting jeans. In his left hand, is a single blue duffel bag dangling above the
floor. Good, everything was in place, so I continued my solemn stride in silence. The
principal’s strange, enigmatic invitation to his office continued to beguile me. Why was I
being called to school on a Saturday? I had never been summoned to his office
before…something was amiss. Suddenly, a chill runs down my spine. From the corner of
my eye, a saw the shadow of the corner door spring out towards my back like a demon of
darkness. It was a blur. Not even a noise. The assailant had caught me off guard
completely. That was definitely a first. It seemed that the “principal’s” cronies were quite
capable, contrary to popular belief. Tuning my keen reflexes, I quickly evade the cat-like
assassin’s blade, and deliver a swift yet powerful roundhouse kick. The heel of my Vans
skate shoes connects with his masked face with a sickening crack, and his body flips 180
degrees. He crashes directly on the floor face first, and slides across the tile in a trail of
blood. But the man in black did not stay down for long, and quickly hopped up into a
fighting stance. “That was very cowardly of you. Tell me, how much is He paying you to
take my life? Is it over $1,000? If not, I’m afraid you got the short end of the stick on that deal.”
I say this while leaning my foot back to the ground with a sly grin, clutching the black
strap of the duffel bag. The assassin removes his crimson stained mask to reveal his true
face at this crude remark. He is a dried up tree, with dark, almost pitch black skin. His
lips are charcoal. His eyes burn fiery orange, becoming flames of fury. His wrinkly head
is clean shaven, its glare nearly blinding me. His right cheek is now a cut Thanksgiving
turkey from the kick I gave him. All in all, he is quite intimidating. Finally, he ceases his
cold silence. “You fool. This “He” you speak of…is none other than me. There is no way
I would send those incompetent buffoons to eliminate someone of your caliber.”, the
Principal says in an almost inaudible, deep, monstrous voice. From his back he
unsheathes his screeching katana, and drops the blood rag to the floor. From my duffel
bag, I too release my samurai sword, and throw the empty bag to the side. My dark brown
eyes collide with his as we both raise our blade, gripping tightly on their hilts so much
that the intensity of the grip echoes through the empty halls. The time for talk is over,
and the dance of metallic, crimson death begins. The principal is first to attack, and
rushes toward me at a blindingly fast pace, humming at he swings the razor thin sword
towards my neck. Raising my sword to defend, I parry the attack efficiently, sending
small tints of red sparks into the air. However, the Principal nearly dwarfs me in both
height and muscle, and my footing is broken. He spots this immediately, and slashes at
my defenseless blue jeans. I hop like a rabbit, and his sword flies horizontally right
beneath the soles of my tattered Vans. The top of his head is wide open, and as gravity
pulls me back to the floor, I use the momentum to my advantage. I raise the blade above
my head, and bring it crashing straight down towards his head. But the kill is out of my
reach, and instead I clang with his blade. He managed to block at the last second, and
effortlessly flings me off his katana, sending my flying through the air. I hit the ground
hard, and slide across the floor. My sword is torn from my palms from the impact, and
clangs way back into the far end of the hallway. My brown eyes can only watch as my
sword rattles to a stop…right in front of his office. Suddenly, an immense pain shakes my
chest, and I the wind is knocked right out of me. His large foot is crushing my heart and
lungs, and he presses down even harder with each passing second. I struggle to absorb as
much oxygen as possible, but his smelly leather hand covers my mouth. Death by
suffocation was the worst way to die, and there was no way I’d take this lying down. I
still had one trick up my sleeve, and it was my last chance. When the chips are down,
your only hope is to gamble it all, my dad used to say. “Hehe…you were too arrogant.
Just like the rest of your lost generation, you lack the wisdom to mind your elders. And
now you will pay the ultimate price!”, the Principal screams in his demonic voice, too riled
up to notice my jean jacket sleeve rustle and scrap against the tile. Time was almost up,
and I only had one shot at this. I shut my eyes, and prepared for the final checkmate.
Suddenly, from my sleeve springs out a small dagger, and before he can react, I plunge
the blade into his temple, right down to the hilt. I can feel the handle of the dagger
vibrate for a few seconds, but that is all. He’s gone. I push him off of me, and gasp for
air. Leaning against the wall, I gaze at the motionless body before me, and the red pool
that appeared beneath it. What had I done? The animalistic struggle for survival had
caused me to murder. I tried to think of what I would do next, but before I could even
think of that, something peculiar caught my eye. In the dead man’s hands was an
envelope. The white cover was stained crimson, but I managed to red the bold print
clearly. They were the words “LAUSD”, with my home address right along with it. I
picked up the letter, and simply glared at it. What did this all mean, and how did it concern
me? I didn’t think I would ever know…
“Principal’s Office”
The fluorescent lighting of the decaying school buzzed and ticked in unison with the
tpping of my feet echoing through the empty halls. I stopped, taking this pause in time to
gaze at my reflection in the filthy floor. A young man with brown skin, dark brown eyes,
and a slim figure looked back at me. He is of average height, and is donned in a navy
blue jean jacket, a slim black tee with the words “Transitions” in bright blue bold, and
navy blue fitting jeans. In his left hand, is a single blue duffel bag dangling above the
floor. Good, everything was in place, so I continued my solemn stride in silence. The
principal’s strange, enigmatic invitation to his office continued to beguile me. Why was I
being called to school on a Saturday? I had never been summoned to his office
before…something was amiss. Suddenly, a chill runs down my spine. From the corner of
my eye, a saw the shadow of the corner door spring out towards my back like a demon of
darkness. It was a blur. Not even a noise. The assailant had caught me off guard
completely. That was definitely a first. It seemed that the “principal’s” cronies were quite
capable, contrary to popular belief. Tuning my keen reflexes, I quickly evade the cat-like
assassin’s blade, and deliver a swift yet powerful roundhouse kick. The heel of my Vans
skate shoes connects with his masked face with a sickening crack, and his body flips 180
degrees. He crashes directly on the floor face first, and slides across the tile in a trail of
blood. But the man in black did not stay down for long, and quickly hopped up into a
fighting stance. “That was very cowardly of you. Tell me, how much is He paying you to
take my life? Is it over $1,000? If not, I’m afraid you got the short end of the stick on that deal.”
I say this while leaning my foot back to the ground with a sly grin, clutching the black
strap of the duffel bag. The assassin removes his crimson stained mask to reveal his true
face at this crude remark. He is a dried up tree, with dark, almost pitch black skin. His
lips are charcoal. His eyes burn fiery orange, becoming flames of fury. His wrinkly head
is clean shaven, its glare nearly blinding me. His right cheek is now a cut Thanksgiving
turkey from the kick I gave him. All in all, he is quite intimidating. Finally, he ceases his
cold silence. “You fool. This “He” you speak of…is none other than me. There is no way
I would send those incompetent buffoons to eliminate someone of your caliber.”, the
Principal says in an almost inaudible, deep, monstrous voice. From his back he
unsheathes his screeching katana, and drops the blood rag to the floor. From my duffel
bag, I too release my samurai sword, and throw the empty bag to the side. My dark brown
eyes collide with his as we both raise our blade, gripping tightly on their hilts so much
that the intensity of the grip echoes through the empty halls. The time for talk is over,
and the dance of metallic, crimson death begins. The principal is first to attack, and
rushes toward me at a blindingly fast pace, humming at he swings the razor thin sword
towards my neck. Raising my sword to defend, I parry the attack efficiently, sending
small tints of red sparks into the air. However, the Principal nearly dwarfs me in both
height and muscle, and my footing is broken. He spots this immediately, and slashes at
my defenseless blue jeans. I hop like a rabbit, and his sword flies horizontally right
beneath the soles of my tattered Vans. The top of his head is wide open, and as gravity
pulls me back to the floor, I use the momentum to my advantage. I raise the blade above
my head, and bring it crashing straight down towards his head. But the kill is out of my
reach, and instead I clang with his blade. He managed to block at the last second, and
effortlessly flings me off his katana, sending my flying through the air. I hit the ground
hard, and slide across the floor. My sword is torn from my palms from the impact, and
clangs way back into the far end of the hallway. My brown eyes can only watch as my
sword rattles to a stop…right in front of his office. Suddenly, an immense pain shakes my
chest, and I the wind is knocked right out of me. His large foot is crushing my heart and
lungs, and he presses down even harder with each passing second. I struggle to absorb as
much oxygen as possible, but his smelly leather hand covers my mouth. Death by
suffocation was the worst way to die, and there was no way I’d take this lying down. I
still had one trick up my sleeve, and it was my last chance. When the chips are down,
your only hope is to gamble it all, my dad used to say. “Hehe…you were too arrogant.
Just like the rest of your lost generation, you lack the wisdom to mind your elders. And
now you will pay the ultimate price!”, the Principal screams in his demonic voice, too riled
up to notice my jean jacket sleeve rustle and scrap against the tile. Time was almost up,
and I only had one shot at this. I shut my eyes, and prepared for the final checkmate.
Suddenly, from my sleeve springs out a small dagger, and before he can react, I plunge
the blade into his temple, right down to the hilt. I can feel the handle of the dagger
vibrate for a few seconds, but that is all. He’s gone. I push him off of me, and gasp for
air. Leaning against the wall, I gaze at the motionless body before me, and the red pool
that appeared beneath it. What had I done? The animalistic struggle for survival had
caused me to murder. I tried to think of what I would do next, but before I could even
think of that, something peculiar caught my eye. In the dead man’s hands was an
envelope. The white cover was stained crimson, but I managed to red the bold print
clearly. They were the words “LAUSD”, with my home address right along with it. I
picked up the letter, and simply glared at it. What did this all mean, and how did it concern
me? I didn’t think I would ever know…
TO BE CONTINUED…