Sam's Adventure
Chapter 1
I stared at the textbook in front of me blankly.
“13 multiplied by A = 72?” I said allowed. Math is like a foreign language to me. Numbers and letters combined to equal something; I don’t understand how people do this stuff. I started to drift off to my own little world, without any math in it.
“Samantha!”A voice called out.
I woke up to find all of my classmates gathering their belongings and getting ready to leave. I looked at my teacher and she was staring at me with a stern face.
“Meet me in my office, I’ll be waiting for you there,” she said in an aggravated tone. I looked to my friend, Dylan, and he had a look of sympathy and worry.
I packed up my books, one at a time, very, very slowly. I was trying to stall because maybe, just maybe, she might change her mind, so wouldn’t have to go. After I realized there was not going to be any mind changing, I got up and started to her office.
I opened the door to find her back facing me. She quickly turned her head around and looked at me, and it seemed as if she was looking into my soul.
“Look, I’m sorry I dozed off but, math is just really boring,” I said, trying to minimize my punishment. She started to take a few steps towards me, but every step she took sent a chill down my spine.
“Sam you have got to stop falling asleep in class. Something might happen,” She said the last part with a raspy voice. Slowly, things started to come out of her skin. They seemed to look almost like feathers. The feathers grew longer and longer until they completely covered her body. Her lips stuck out even farther and started to turn a shiny, black color. They grew thicker and curved down to form a beak. Her eyes turned to round balls and the pupils grew larger. I couldn’t believe my eyes but she just turned into a giant bird.
I realized she wasn’t done transforming. Her beak grew sharper and was raged and sharp. The feathers had points at the end that looked as if they could give you painful wounds. The talons on her feet grew longer and sharper and more dangerous. She then looked directly at me and lunged right at me. I put my arms up in defense, even though they wouldn’t score high in a protection test.
Before I was brutally murdered by my teacher, something came in and kicked her head down. I lowered my arms to see what it was, and it just so happened to be Dylan. He looked at me and gestured for us to leave, and I happily agreed.
*****
Once we get home, I yell "Hey Bill, can we take a raincheck on game night?"
My step dad shows up with his hair in a complete mess. It looked as if he was working on his car again because his hair always looks that way afterwards.
"Why what happened?" He asked. "Is Sam too tired to get beaten?" Even though he was joking, my face must've turned as white as snow because his face changed from a smile into a frown.
"Did something happen at school Sam?" He said in his nicest voice. I nodded, signaling that he was correct.
"Well, what happened?" He asked worriedly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him because I didn't know how we would react. I decided to tell him since he always expected me to be honest.
I took in a big breath and said, "My teacher turned into a bird and tried to attack me." Before anyone he could say anything, Dylan spoke up.
"She needs to go to Camp Half-Blood NOW!" He blurted out. Instead of looking confused, my dad nodded in agreement. I looked at both of them, hoping to get an explanation from one of them.
"Her mother told me that she would have to go soon. I guess now would be a good time," he said to Dylan. I stared at him in shock because he brought up my birth mother. We don't talk about her anymore since she died a few years ago.
"What happening between you to? What's Camp Half-Blood? Why do I need to go there? And why was my math teacher trying to kill me?!" I yelled out angrily. No one was giving me any answers, and they were completely ignoring me. Dylan started towards the bathroom while my dad walked the opposite way, towards the chimney.
"Sweetie, your going to need these," My stepdad said to me. He pulled out a long bow that seemed to be shining. There was a little button on the end of the bow, once he pressed it, it turned into a keychain. At the end of the keychain, it looked just like the bow, but miniaturized. He then threw it at me and I caught it.
"Put it in your hair," He said. "That way, you'll always have it." I looked at it and realized there was a barrette at the end of it. I did as he said and clipped it into my hair. He pulled out another keychain that looked just like a mini sheath of arrows. He clicked it and it turned from a mini sheath, to a full sized one. He pressed it one more time and it turned back into a hair ornament.
He then pulled out a sword that seemed to shine the same way the bow did. I looked at it and noticed that they were both made out of some kind of bronze. He handed me the sword and I gave it a few practice swings. It was easier to use then I thought it would be.
"It's balanced, so it should be easier to use," He informed me. I put the sheath on my belt when I heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and there was a girl in the doorway. She looked very buff and her arms were crossed. She looked very mean and dangerous.
"Dylan!" I yelled, hoping he would come and help me.
He ran out and said, "Yeah, um, this is-" He was was cut off because the girl picked me up as if I was a bag of potatoes. I looked up and waved goodbye to by dad. I would've been kicking and screaming but I assumed that this was planned and there was nothing to worry about. As we were walking out, I hit my head of the door and was knocked out
“13 multiplied by A = 72?” I said allowed. Math is like a foreign language to me. Numbers and letters combined to equal something; I don’t understand how people do this stuff. I started to drift off to my own little world, without any math in it.
“Samantha!”A voice called out.
I woke up to find all of my classmates gathering their belongings and getting ready to leave. I looked at my teacher and she was staring at me with a stern face.
“Meet me in my office, I’ll be waiting for you there,” she said in an aggravated tone. I looked to my friend, Dylan, and he had a look of sympathy and worry.
I packed up my books, one at a time, very, very slowly. I was trying to stall because maybe, just maybe, she might change her mind, so wouldn’t have to go. After I realized there was not going to be any mind changing, I got up and started to her office.
I opened the door to find her back facing me. She quickly turned her head around and looked at me, and it seemed as if she was looking into my soul.
“Look, I’m sorry I dozed off but, math is just really boring,” I said, trying to minimize my punishment. She started to take a few steps towards me, but every step she took sent a chill down my spine.
“Sam you have got to stop falling asleep in class. Something might happen,” She said the last part with a raspy voice. Slowly, things started to come out of her skin. They seemed to look almost like feathers. The feathers grew longer and longer until they completely covered her body. Her lips stuck out even farther and started to turn a shiny, black color. They grew thicker and curved down to form a beak. Her eyes turned to round balls and the pupils grew larger. I couldn’t believe my eyes but she just turned into a giant bird.
I realized she wasn’t done transforming. Her beak grew sharper and was raged and sharp. The feathers had points at the end that looked as if they could give you painful wounds. The talons on her feet grew longer and sharper and more dangerous. She then looked directly at me and lunged right at me. I put my arms up in defense, even though they wouldn’t score high in a protection test.
Before I was brutally murdered by my teacher, something came in and kicked her head down. I lowered my arms to see what it was, and it just so happened to be Dylan. He looked at me and gestured for us to leave, and I happily agreed.
*****
Once we get home, I yell "Hey Bill, can we take a raincheck on game night?"
My step dad shows up with his hair in a complete mess. It looked as if he was working on his car again because his hair always looks that way afterwards.
"Why what happened?" He asked. "Is Sam too tired to get beaten?" Even though he was joking, my face must've turned as white as snow because his face changed from a smile into a frown.
"Did something happen at school Sam?" He said in his nicest voice. I nodded, signaling that he was correct.
"Well, what happened?" He asked worriedly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him because I didn't know how we would react. I decided to tell him since he always expected me to be honest.
I took in a big breath and said, "My teacher turned into a bird and tried to attack me." Before anyone he could say anything, Dylan spoke up.
"She needs to go to Camp Half-Blood NOW!" He blurted out. Instead of looking confused, my dad nodded in agreement. I looked at both of them, hoping to get an explanation from one of them.
"Her mother told me that she would have to go soon. I guess now would be a good time," he said to Dylan. I stared at him in shock because he brought up my birth mother. We don't talk about her anymore since she died a few years ago.
"What happening between you to? What's Camp Half-Blood? Why do I need to go there? And why was my math teacher trying to kill me?!" I yelled out angrily. No one was giving me any answers, and they were completely ignoring me. Dylan started towards the bathroom while my dad walked the opposite way, towards the chimney.
"Sweetie, your going to need these," My stepdad said to me. He pulled out a long bow that seemed to be shining. There was a little button on the end of the bow, once he pressed it, it turned into a keychain. At the end of the keychain, it looked just like the bow, but miniaturized. He then threw it at me and I caught it.
"Put it in your hair," He said. "That way, you'll always have it." I looked at it and realized there was a barrette at the end of it. I did as he said and clipped it into my hair. He pulled out another keychain that looked just like a mini sheath of arrows. He clicked it and it turned from a mini sheath, to a full sized one. He pressed it one more time and it turned back into a hair ornament.
He then pulled out a sword that seemed to shine the same way the bow did. I looked at it and noticed that they were both made out of some kind of bronze. He handed me the sword and I gave it a few practice swings. It was easier to use then I thought it would be.
"It's balanced, so it should be easier to use," He informed me. I put the sheath on my belt when I heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and there was a girl in the doorway. She looked very buff and her arms were crossed. She looked very mean and dangerous.
"Dylan!" I yelled, hoping he would come and help me.
He ran out and said, "Yeah, um, this is-" He was was cut off because the girl picked me up as if I was a bag of potatoes. I looked up and waved goodbye to by dad. I would've been kicking and screaming but I assumed that this was planned and there was nothing to worry about. As we were walking out, I hit my head of the door and was knocked out
Sorry for your time. You just have the same writing style (And name) as this one friend I had who I lost connection with a while back.
4/11/14