Harry Finon- A Story Written by Sorabrawl

Chapter 1

The Summer passed and after several weeks of boredom, Harry was walking to school. His bag was firmly gripped onto his shoulders and he felt his forehead sweating from the heat. It was unusually hot for September. He looked up the street, that led upto the school with the mountain behind the school. The sunrise seemed to peek over the mountain and some sunbeams went into his eyes, making yellow patches appear in his eyesight but as these patches disappeared, he saw the lamps hanging over the road like vultures. The lamps didn't work throughout the Summer, causing the darkness to crawl throughout the area, during night time but one light always worked; the one around the corner by the local convinience store but this particular lamp flickered, instead of a solid, continious light. He passed down old Mrs Griffin's house, where her fat ginger red fured cat always chilled out, sitting on the windowsill, every morning, Mrs Griffin was an old friendly woman, who invited Harry's family to have tea, every month. Mrs Griffin was like Harry's third grandmother but her forgetfulness made her unfriendly to her cat because she thought it was from the streets, coming in to attack her. She threw it out sometimes. Soon enough, Harry stood on the steps up towards the school and entered inside to find the same 17 year old boy, listening to his music player with his massive headphones, which produced a large volume of sound.Harry could hear his music so clearly as if it could be coming from a stereo at normal volume. It was that loud, that he wondered how he was not deaf. The boy sat down on a circular bench, which surrounded a wodden carving of an owl. The carving was about triple the size of the boy with the headphones. His afro like curly hair and glasses made the boy stand out from the crowd but the halls were empty because it was early. Harry gave a nod to him and walked upto the table, which stood in the main hall. I was waiting for the arrival of Jennifer Slacker, the girl Harry fancied ever since Grade 8. She was kind, clever and polite. She was also very beautiful and the way she ran her hand through her long silky brown hair made Harry's heart lift upto the skies. Harry never thought he stood a chance with her but during the Summer, my self-esteem had increased so Harry decided, this year was the year, he was going to ask Jennifer Slacker to a date. Harry looked up at the clock above the sign for the cafe and it read "8:25AM". Jennifer always came to the school early at Middle School and suddenly Harry realised he was right. His heartbeat raced, as he saw her beautiful smile, her deep brown eyes and long hazel hair. She sat down on the opposite side of the table; the table Harry was sitting on.

 

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I've written Chapter 2. I'll post it soon

 

Chapter 2
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THE STORY WILL NOW BE PLACED INTO FIRST PERSON PROSPECTIVE

"Hey Harry, how's it going?" she asked with her sweet voice. This was weird because she never spoke to me before....well by ourselves anyway.
"I'm doing good" I found hard to say because of my nervousness.
Jennifer smiled.
"So how was your Summer?"
"It was great...sometimes boring...but great" I stuttered.
I felt sweat trickle down my back as I was speaking to her and I found it hard to look into her deep beautiful brown eyes. Everytime, I did, it made me go gooey and I couldn't speak. I looked down in embarssement.
"So how was yours?" I asked, proud of myself for stuttering part of a sentence. It was probably because I wasn't looking at her. I looked back upto her and she was still smiling.
"My Summer was fun. I went to Australia with my family to go surfing. It was great"
Great seemed to be a word in our vocabulary we always used. There was a pause but I nodded. I was getting into breaking point because her voice was just too darn cute and beautiful. I felt stupid because she literally took my breath away. I blushed and Jennifer looked as though she was blushing aswell.
"Well, I gotta go. Nice speaking to you!" Jennifer said, happily but with a shyer voice. She walked away before I could say "Nice speaking to you too" but perhaps that was too much of a sign, he like her. I slapped my forehead, as she turned away. How could I have been so stupid!
"Smooth Harry, very smooth" someone said behind him. Harry turned around to see one his best friends, Josie Lavery, who had bright blue eyes, short chocolate brown hair and she had a rose decoration in her hair, which was placed every day since she said to Harry that she was crushing on Matthew Sheffield, last year. She was short and I remembered, how we first met. It was seventh year and it was our first year at middle school. We had to meet people from the other grade 6's moving to Grade 7's from the other elementry school so I started to introduce myself to people but as I walked upto Josie, a girl and a boy pushed me aside amd spat in Josie's face. They started to tease her for being small and when the boy grabbed her by the hair, like a puppet, I had enough and pushed the bully away from her. Josie and I have been friends ever since.
"So what did you two talk about?" she asked, sounding curious. I blushed.
"Um...we were talking about our summers"
Josie sat down next to me and taken a sip out of the bottle of water, in her left hand. Afterwards she placed it on the table face.
"So how was your Summer, Josie?"
"It was good"
There was a pause and Josie frowned, as she looked down the hall, where Jennifer walked down.
"You like her don't you?"
I blushed and my face looked more like a cherry.
"Maybe....uh...yes....yes, I do..." I stuttered. After I told her, she looked upset, which confused me. Why would she be upset about this?
Josie got up from her seat and grabbed her water bottle.
"I need to go and see my counsellor and figure out what courses I should take, I'm confused" she said, flicking her hair around. I nodded and then saw her walk away. She seemed stressed about something and this made me worry. Josie was never stressed about anything. She was obviously stressed about her course selection.

 

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Chapter 3

Twenty minutes laterm I found myself on an uncomfortably high seat, which was always used in Science labs and indeed I was in Science. My science teacher was a ginger haired, sky blue eyed man with a few wrinkles on his face bbut what looked strange were the marks on his forehead. It looked as a knife piereced through it because the cut looked deep.
"Good morning class"
"Good morning sir" I said alone. I blushed and put my head down. I respect my elders. There were sniggers in the back of the class but they were soon hushed by the teacher.
"Ahem" he coughed. "My name is Mr Finch and I will be your Science teacher for this semester" he introduced, with a slightly high pitched voice.
"Our first few months will be based on Biology, studying our interactions in the envionment and animals"
There was a quiet groan from the back of the class but Mr Finch only sneered and they quietened down immediately. Afterwards he looked at me with an acknowledging look.
"We will now retrieve our textbooks from the library, follow me"
The teacher led my class of twenty or so students and we walked across the green and white tiled floors. As we passed a slim, scruffy haired boy drinking from the water fountain, I saw the water squirting out of the tap, freeze in midair. The droplets spread across the air, like molecules of an element. I walked upto the fountain and touched the water and as my hand went through, a gap seperated the water into two. I stepped back in bewilderment and felt my heart race. What was going on? I felt as if I was going to faint but as I was about to fall, someone touched my right shoulder with a firm grip. His nails pierced into my skin like a dagger's sharp edge and I started to squirm and clench my teeth.
"Now boy, tell me.....where are the lundico locations?" the man hissed with a dark and moleovolant voice.
"What...what...do you mean?" I stuttered in pain.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN YOU-"
Suddenly a felt a jolt of pain thrust into my back. It felt like a bite amd a punch at the same time. I fell onto my knees but as I saw a fist come upto me, I saw Mr Finch running towards us but his hair grown more furious like a lion. He knocked my attacker away.
"Sir?..what's goin-"
"Run Harry, get to the principal"
"But..."
"NOW!!!" Mr Finch roared.
I nodded but I didn't know where the principal was. Andrenaline was pumping through my body and my brain couldn't think, as I ran down the halls, in search of a sign for the princiapal's office.
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