Fighting Fate

The familiar screen flashed brightly in my face, illuminating my whole room. I wasn't really supposed to talk to my friends, Jake and Fiona, until my two-week grounding-session was withdrawn. But this was definitely a good excuse. I quickly logged on to our chat page, knowing the username and password by heart. I checked to see if they were online. My friends and I had been using the site for a couple months now, all because my step-dad had "transferred" me to another school. For some stupid reason my parents refused to let me have a cellphone, which made being separated from my best friends even harder. I had been missing my old partners-in-crime lately, so I definitely wanted some time to unwind and chill out with them. Even if it was over a computer screen.

Ilykewaffles8793: What's up guys? Long time no see! Guess what?

Peacegirly<3: Oh god. What did you do now?

RockandRollyPolly: Did you burn your house down...Again? xD

Ilykewaffles8793: Wow. Real supportive you two. Leave the cookies in the oven for 20 minutes too long and no one will forget it -_- Anyways... I decided to go to a new school!

RockandRollyPolly: Decided? You mean you were expelled for the second time?!?!?

Peacegirly<3: Was there another water fountain incident?

Ilykewaffles8793: I swear I had nothing to do with that. It must of had a pipe break or some other kind of plumbing "issue." Anyways, let's just say that the tuba makes an excellent bubble-blower :3

RockandRollyPolly: Hmm... Clever. I applaud you sir.

Peacegirly<3: I'd be mad, but that actually sounds kinda cool.

Ilykewaffles8793:Yep. I should have recorded it. It was def one for the books xD I dunno if it was worth being expelled though. You guys should've seen my step-dad's face. He almost blew a gasket.

Peacegirly<3: Ugh. Sounds fun.

RockandRollyPolly: I can't believe your step-dad is a principal now! Like what happened?

I heard a door slam downstairs. Just after I recovered when I nearly fell out of my black-leather wheelie-chair, I typed a last message to my friends.

Ilykewaffles8793: Gtg! Parent alert.

Peacegirly<3: K. See you on Sat.

RockandRollyPolly: Adios amigos! Good luck with the new school.

"Lukas? What are doing up there?" My mom's voice rang out.

"Homework! Be down in a second!" I called back.
Man, I barely even got to talk to Jake and Fi, I thought sadly. I slammed my computer shut, and decorated my computer desk with homework pages and pencils to make it look like I had been working. After that I raced out of my barren room, barreled down the white-birch steps to the kitchen, and approached my raven-haired mother cautiously.

"Hi mom." I squeaked out nervously. I still wasn't sure if my mom had forgiven me or not for the bubble-incident. I had made sure to be on my best-behavior throughout the whole week, and even went as far as cleaning my room to appease my mom.

"Is your homework finished yet? How's the new school? Any more problems I need to know about?" My mom inquired, casting her dark-brown eyes over to me while she scrawled something down on her notebook. Probably yet another Chores-List for me.

"Uh, school is good- I guess. My homework is almost done, too."

She leaned against the black-countertop of our bleak kitchen, which was mostly white and black. Sticking a pencil in her bun of messy, black, and curly hair, she locked her eyes on mine in a serious deathstare.

Oh no. I thought. What did I do now? Sighing, my mom glanced away to gaze out at the surprisingly bleak backyard my family had yet to landscape. It had already been a month since we had moved in, but I had a feeling that the backyard project was still far off from being completed. Plus, with summer approaching, the hot, humid Texas weather was a little unbearable for planting trees and other desert-plants.

"Luke, I still can't believe you did that the other day. Don't you think about us? Your father and I? We were unbelievably embarrassed by your stupid little show. What if your dad lost his new job because his step-son is behaving in such a way?"

"Wow. That was a little harsh. And I already apologized a million times. I don't know what else you want from me, Mom."

"Can you just go do your homework? I need some time to work on things." She rubbed her temples like she had a headache.

Yeah? And I don't need to be babysat, either. I silently thought in my head. I marched up the stairs to do "homework", and the rest of the night was fairly quiet. The tension levels between my mom and I at dinner made me want to squirm right out of my seat. Thankfully, my step-dad (otherwise known as Alex) had to work late- which made him miss dinner entirely. In fact, I didn't even hear him come home until I was relaxing in my bed, drifting off to sleep. Opening garages have to one of the main cause for sleep deprivation. Seriously. That wasn't the only reason why I couldn't got to sleep, though. I was afraid of having those weird dreams again. Would nightmares be a better word? Or maybe visions? I didn't really know what to classify them as, but they were always eerie as heck.

They were about some kid, a boy who I hadn't ever seen before. He had a head full of blackish-brown hair, which almost covered his sea-green eyes. He also seemed like he was about my age, twelve to thirteenish. That wasn't even the weirdest part. He was always fighting some kind of monster. With a golden-sword. The monsters weren't average nightmare monster, either. A massive dog with three heads, winged creatures with leathery-brown skin drawn back against their bony body, or even a massive dragon with eight-plus heads were just a couple I had witnessed being slaughtered. He fought them with some friends,too. A girl with a blonde hair and stormy-gray eyes. A kid that walked with a weird limp and always wore a baseball cap. And after a few of these dreams occurred, the kid seemed like he got a little older. He started fighting with some other friends. Teens that seemed way too accomplished at killing things for their own good.

And sometimes, they wouldn't even be about him fighting. The guy would just be chitchatting with his friends, seated on a large, grassy field with strawberry patches and a big, wooden farm in the background. I couldn't for the life of me decipher what they were saying though, because their voices always blended together like a melting-pot of language.

Finally, my eyelids got heavier and heavier. I drifted off to a restless and dream-filled sleep.

Notes

Hey guys! SeaweedBrainAllTheWay here! I really hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of: Fighting Fate... Chapter Uno! Forgive me if it isn't the best writing piece you've seen on this website, but it was kinda a "Oh look fan fiction! Might as well right a story at 12:30 at night!" moment. Gotta love insomnia, am I right? Anyways, leave some comments down below! Encouragement, tips, concerns, questions, even hate is accepted below! Let's see what we can do with this series, shall we? It depends on the homework amount I get over the next couple weeks, but I was planning on maybe releasing a chapter once or twice a week. Oh yeah, sorry for the earlier batches of this chapter. For some reason the italics were glitching out towards the end. I tried to fix it pretty fast though. I also edited this a few times after I published it because the grammar sorta sucked. It will probably still have a mistake here and there I won't pick up on. I'm planning on having a friend of mine proofread every chapter from now on. Any who, see you later alligator!