Bioweapon

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Normal. The definition; the common type, usual, not abnormal, regular, natural, however, no matter how many times I go it over in my head, how many times I try, It seems that I cannot be normal. However, for some reason I desired it. Yet I shouldn’t have. As a machine, I wasn’t allowed to have emotions nor thoughts; Just orders, but I wanted something more, perhaps, a life. Yes, most definitely a life. I was redeemed when I got freed by the man. However to this day I do not know his name, nor can I remember what has happened before. For it was erased from me, in order to truly be normal, I couldn’t contain the information and experiences I had been bestowed upon. Although, they don’t know I have forgotten, and they don’t care if I’ve forgotten or not, because they are after me.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Bioweapon

Submitted: November 04, 2012

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Normal. The definition; the common type, usual, not abnormal, regular, natural, however, no matter how many times I go it over in my head, how many times I try, It seems that I cannot be normal. However, for some reason I desired it. Yet I shouldn’t have. As a machine, I wasn’t allowed to have emotions nor thoughts; Just orders, but I wanted something more, perhaps, a life. Yes, most definitely a life. I was redeemed when I got freed by the man. However to this day I do not know his name, nor can I remember what has happened before. For it was erased from me, in order to truly be normal, I couldn’t contain the information and experiences I had been bestowed upon. Although, they don’t know I have forgotten, and they don’t care if I’ve forgotten or not, because they are after me.

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I lazily rolled over facing my clock. 7:25. I yawned I had forty minutes before the bus to come, yet it would be hard for me to fall asleep again. I blinked my blurry eyes and reached for my glasses across from the contacts I wore when I went in public places. 8:26. the clock now read. Oh, I had read it wrong. I rolled back over so my back was facing the clock. That’s good… Three, two, one, and then it hit me. I screamed and threw off the covers before hopping out of the bed and throwing on my jeans and shirt along with my sports necklace, everyone had one of these, they were clasped like a click around the neck tightly, mine was red and black, and even though I was a guy, I still knew how to dress, how not to look like a fool, yet I was a complete failure when it came to hair so it was always messy, and looked like I had rolled out of bed. I didn’t care though, I never really had an occasion where it bothered me, well, there was that one time my older sister was getting married so I had my mom do it for me. Other than that, I was more concentrated on my school work, martial arts class, horse-back riding lessons, beta club, student council, and countless other things to pass the time. I was always the first to volunteer, and, well, I don’t mean to brag, but I usually pulled off at the best as my friends told me.

You could hear my foot-steps echoing down the steps before I came to the railing and slid down, jumping off at the last moment before pulling into the kitchen dragging out my back-pack. “Oh Michael you haven’t left yet?” My mother asked with surprise.

“MOM! WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP?!” I flipped out with total anger at how she was here but didn’t realize that I hadn’t left! How in the world do you that?!

“I did, you told me that you’re up.” My mom told me as she cleaned the counter.

I slumped down in amusement. “How in the world, do you believe that? I was still sleeping; you know I have my mind awake whenever I’m sleeping!” I reminded her as I hopped up and down tying my shoes by the door, now shouting so she could hear me.

Without further conversation I slammed out the door and tightened the straps of my back-pack until it was hugging me like a leech. I shot my foot off the side-walk. 12 minutes, 2 miles, could I make it to school in time? Of course I could. I dashed with the side-walk literally sinking into the soles of my feet. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and the blood flowing through my throat. Faster, and faster, it felt as my heart was going to jump out, and I could no longer feel myself touching the ground. I would spit occasionally since saliva was forming in my mouth faster than I could take 100 steps. I was going about 12 miles an hour, yet my backpack was weighing me down to about 10 miles an hour. I barely had chances to breathe, and when I did it was the cool wind that was whipping across my face. Most people referred to me as the king of sports. I was glad for that, because it was my dream to enter the Olympics. I wanted to win every gold medal I could get. Being number 1 for this was my dream and I hoped to get noticed by a scout.

My back buckled and my hands ended on my knees as I panted in front of the school for a short moment. Yet I didn’t have time to waste, I had a perfect attendance. I quickly opened the school door and speed-walked, not run there’s a difference, to homeroom. As I neared the hall-way to homeroom someone called for me. “Ah, Pres.! I was looking for you, you’re class got a new student could you give them a tour during lunch?” I turned around to see the secretary of the school. She was referring me as Pres. Since I was the president of student council.

“Ah, yes, yes, of course. Now, if you would excuse me, I don’t want to be late for class.” I politely left. She nodded and walked off. 3 minutes! I quickly rushed into the room and opened the door. Everyone was dashing around, sitting on desks, or yelling across the room. This was normal for this class. Almost nobody paid attention to their studies, of course unless I was here.

“Eh mm.” I coughed and immediately everyone stopped what they were doing and sat at their seats. I had more power than that quivering teacher in the corner.

“T-thank you Mike.” He mumbled. Before standing up and dusting off his jacket. I sighed with a hand of my forehead. Somehow I had accidently gotten placed in here, and when they offered to place me in the correct place, I quickly declined, my pride was too much for that. I told them I could handle it, even though this homeroom class lost in about anything we participated in, I tried to shape them up.

“Mr. Drin, you need to be more aggressive with your students.” I told him and he instantly stood up like a solider.

“YES SIR!” He shouted and there was a chuckle or two in the class. I turned around and faced the class coming to my seat as everyone took out there materials. I placed down my backpack beside my desk and glanced up at the board for the first time I noticed a girl up there. She had long blonde hair that went down to her waist like a massive feather-duster that was inhumanly thick and a doll-like face with brown and slightly red eyes. Instantly, shame me, I thought she was one of those girly-girls who were stupid and only cared about boys and clothes.

“Hey you. Are you the new student?” I questioned her. She nodded with a blank expression. Creepy a bit.

“Sophie Franz.” She mumbled. I could tell right away she was shy. I glanced at the teacher who was standing there still a little scared.

“Teacher, please tell the poor girl where to go. And, grow a back-bone before first period.” I told him pointing at the clock. We had exactly 20 seconds left.

“Oh, y-yes! Sophie, here’s your schedule. You’ll have algebra next with Mrs. White.” He told her handing her a slip of paper. How ironic…

She nodded her head and the bell rung. “Follow me I have the same class next.” I told her before walking out of the classroom. Up close I could see she was really short.

“So, why does everyone listen to you?” She asked with a soft voice. I was startled, I hadn’t really thought of that. “Are they scared of you?” Sophie mumbled taking a step away from me of precaution.

“Nah, I guess it’s just they like what I have to say, maybe that’s why people listen and how I got to be student council president.” I told her as we crossed hall-ways into the next one.

“Oh okay.” She said a little more relaxed. Suddenly our path was blocked by 5 girls. Not again!

“What is it that you want this time? My pencil? An autograph?” I questioned my fan-club just wanting to get over it quickly.

“MIKEY!” Their ‘leader’ addressed me. They began to laugh as if I had told the most hilarious joke. “No! No! We just came to get rid of this thing for you.” Mackenzie, the ‘leader’, announced before everyone glared at Sophie with eyes like darts.

“Oh her? She’s my cousin.” I lied before patting Sophie’s head. Sophie didn’t say anything yet I could tell patting her head was an uncomfortable thing for her. I assumed it made her remember how short she was.

“OH… We knew that Mikey!” Another member said.

“Yeah; yeah! We just thought you might have been annoyed dragging around your cousin! We just thought!” The girl who repeated everything, Jackie, told me. I gave a half-hearted smile. They suck up to me like I was a sponge.

“No, I think she would be nervous with strange people. Goodbye.” I told them and they automatically made an opening for me to pass by them.

“So “cousin”, aren’t we going to be late because of that?” Sophie questioned doing the two finger thing on the word cousin to emphasize it.

“You’re welcome for not getting attacked by the mighty poodles. They bark at you and then they’ll bite you.” I told her before opening the door to first period. We were about 2 minutes late. That was never a good thing to do to Mrs. White.

“Sorry for being late, this is a new student I had to-“ I began to explain myself.

“LATE! However, if you can solve this problem I will forget all about it, and it won’t affect your perfect attendance Michael. HOWEVER! IF you fail to solve it! You also owe me time after school! You too new girl!” She shouted. This teacher definitely had a back-bone, and a hard one at that. Well, it would probably be something I knew, and I was good at algebra

My face turned blue as she pulled out a senior high-school text-book and began writing a long problem on the white-board. “5 minutes to solve!” Mrs. White announced slapping the board with her ruler. I stared at the board confused perhaps I could solve it; in 4 years… To my surprise Sophie picked up a marker. Great, it would probably be so off that she would make us stay 2 days in a row! Yet to my surprise Sophie wrote down like a demon. She kept bringing down numbers that confused me and finished in 2 minutes circling the answer. There was no way that could’ve been correct!

“Done.” She announced in her soft voice putting the cap on the marker and placing it back. Mrs. White looked at the book and then back at Sophie as if she had just stood on her desk and started to dance to Gangnam Style.

“Th-that’s correct!” She explained in shock. Everyone in the room had a dumb-founded aurora and Sophie just smiled with joy.

“So being late won’t affect our record now?” She questioned. This girl; what exactly was she doing in the 8th grade?!

 

 

 

 


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