Disappearing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Charles Wenly is an average boy. He is a teenage boy and has a girlfriend. Then something goes terribly wrong on his exam day. He's changing and needs to be shipped of to some University. Will his love stay for his girlfriend, or will she treat him as a freak and dump him?

Submitted: January 07, 2010

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Disappearing

Charles Wenly was sitting uncomfortably on his metal chair. His mind was a messy cluster of information, but he couldn’t seem to find the right one. It was exam day and he found it hard to concentrate with exotic colored smoke coming out of the vents. Yelling could be heard in the next room behind him, glass shattering and then promptly a yellow puff of smoke exploded out of the vent. Worst room ever! Charles thought,

 

All rooms and our exam room has to be next to the chemistry lab.

Sadly, his triumph over his neighbor ended, when this time a green puff emerged, making Charles flinch and producing a giggle from his neighbor. Charles rolled his eyes and focused on the paper in front of him. Suddenly his right leg vibrated. He pushed his hand into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Charles’ finger flipped it open, revealing a bright little screen with three text messages on it. He must have not noticed the first times it had vibrated. The text messages were:

 Hi there

Miss you

Meet me @ lunch

He secretly replied to the 3rd one:

See you later. Love you!

Luckily, Charles’ teacher, Mr. Giaughn, was slightly distracted by a coffee stain on his suit, that he had made because of his shaky hands. A low bubbling could be heard in the next room and puffs of smoke poured out of the vents in intervals of four seconds. The bubbling grew louder, as more students turned to face the back wall. Charles and two other students were the closest and therefore were breathing in the unbearable smell of burning chemicals.

A short scream echoed from behind, the bubbling grew to a waterfall and a cloud of smoke, bigger than every other, shot out of the vent, making Charles’ eyes burn and making it hard to breath. An eerie sucking sound was heard and then the wall exploded.

The impact strongly hit the back, pushing students and desk down hard. Charles was roughly thrown into his desk, bruising his ribs on the edge. A sharp piece of glass flew inches by his face, shooting on and creating a long bloody scratch on a girl’s arm. His neighbor’s desk rammed into Charles from behind, throwing him back and knocking the air out of him.

Charles hit his head on the edge of the hole in the wall, which was so big that three adults could walk side by side through. It got black in front of his eyes and his lungs throbbed from lack of air.  

 He bit the eraser of his pencil, a bad habit he had developed in 5th grade, TAP,TAP,TAP. Charles’ last bit of concentration was rudely interrupted by his annoying neighbor, taping his pencil against his table. Slowly Charles turned his head towards the penciltapper and glared at him. His neighbor stopped, for it was a frightening sight, to see a 17-year-old boy, with dirty blonde hair and muscles that looked like they could break crowbars, glare at you.

By Sabrina

 

  


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