Slethus Frenkui and the Babylonian Gods

Chapter One: I destory a bus with my bare hands
Slethus

I awoke on a bus with loud, annoying kids. No, I didn't get mad. But I was scared. Mr. Denthers was giving me the evil eye, his hat lowered so that it covered half his face, making his semi-intimidating. I wasn't angry at him. I was angry at myself. Why? Well, because I'm so. . . different. I mean, my name was so different from the names of those kids I knew at school. Jack, Sally, Harold - and I had the stupid uncomprehesible name of Slethus Frenkui. Why? I don't know. Not only was my name different, but my life was different. Every day of the school year, I would walk into the backyard of my house, and I would sit still. For no reason, I would sit still for an hour, as if my body was waiting to hear from someone. Though I can't imagine there would be a guy flying in the air, just waiting to hear me listen to them. That definetly couldn't happen. I looked up at the front, cautiously. Well, maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I wouldn't cause mishaps without meaning to. That was the other part of my life that was so different. Everytime I would do something simple, like sharpening a pencil, I always go to the office for destruction of public property. But every single time, a small voice in my head said something of pride, like I should be glad he had done what he did. Yeah, I thought, like that'll happen. Suddenly a boy with curly red hair popped-out. Jalius. It sounded like a girl's name, but it didn't matter to him, even when he was being teased about it. But I was distured by the fact that Jalius' hair always looked like a fire growing and growing, ready to consume him and everyone else. But I didn't really pay attention to his hair. He just glared at me with his glowing yellow eyes. Fire eyes, I thought. Creepy.

Owned by: Flint02 02:35, October 13, 2011 (UTC)