Claye: A Fictional Narrative

Even though I have no trouble reading I have always struggled with writing, even to this day, so I shall write about today. I am struggling to think of a subject to write about as I offhandedly work on a late project for Mr. Lyday’s class. As I struggle I realized that there are too many distractions in this room, the melodies playing loudly through my earbuds, my fluffy, soft, warm gray cat affectionately named Gray. The most potent distraction at the moment is my phone vibrating with a sharp, loud, repetitive “VVrt! VVrt!” Which draws my attention towards the friends I miss so greatly. As I move to a quieter, less distracting room, I realize that the greatest distraction is my own mind, I over think the most insignificant, I second guess

I played video games and sketched. It wasn’t a conscious thing, but the other day I realized what I hadn’t been doing. I sat down in front of a book (The Book of Three), opened it, and waited. I read the first chapter, but it didn’t catch my interest.

His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).

A lot of time had passed since he’d last seen Archie. Then again, a lot of time had passed since he’d last seen anyone, really. The ordeal with Groudon- and by that, he meant nearly boiling everyone on the planet alive- had left Maxie a shadow of his former self. Where there was once a proud, hot-tempered man with the power of an entire organization behind him, there was now a guilt racked and depressed 40-something who didn’t a friend in the world. (Which wasn’t true, but Maxie wouldn’t listen to anyone who told him so- not even his admins.) Most days were spent inside, brooding and imagining how that day could have gone so horribly wrong, if not for that child. The talented trainer who bested and tamed Groudon where he could only stare on

“Hold on guys. I got this,” Amasria steps up from the group. She takes her giant axe, holding it in front of her. “Everyone! Move back!”

My teacher possessed a peculiar sense of humor and after she finished reading the chapter she said in a villainous tone, “It might be smart to review your worksheets for a surprise quiz tomorrow.” Accompanying her evil statement was an equally evil smile that traversed her face. The evil nature of her smile even gave me goosebumps. Taking her word that there was going to be a pop quiz tomorrow, I made sure that I attained my book and worksheets to study with that night.

I was in the computer lab reviewing Spanish vocabulary when my fifth grade teacher entered with a stern face. She requested that Jonathan, Luke, Jack, Sydney and I came with her because she needed to speak with us. Nervous, we silently followed her out of the room and down the long,empty hallway. She remained silent as we walked, but my fellow classmates and I were not as reserved. Gathering together and beginning to whisper, we wondered why she was pulling us out of class. What could we have done wrong?

"Listen to me!" The ancient man roared yet again as he placed a limp hand upon his compatriot's shoulder. "Those vile creatures will reach the tower soon, and will find their way here to the lookout. And I don't think I can last."

"That's different. You're just a student. You're not going to get into trouble for asking a teacher about a bad grade.You know what, I'm going to prove it. You're going to talk to your English teacher yourself. When you get home, you're going to tell me what she said. Who's your English teacher, anyway?"

Gripping my sword tightly in my hand, I ready myself to charge right ahead. I can see the creatures of pure evil move slowly towards me, barely organized. ‘You’re mocking me, aren’t you…?’ I quickly check my surroundings, looking for anything I can use for my advantage. The burning village makes everything look dark and grim, but it does help me see the small alleyway.

I hop up and grab my polearm, calling out for help even as I throw my first shots into the enemy, managing to pierce a few ribs here and there.

“Knowing you will ask me how you can possibly defeat a dragon let me go ahead and give you this.”

Nationals for SCTP (Scholastic Clay Target Program) are held in Marengo, Ohio in the Cardinal Center in July. Teams from all around the nation travel to compete. My team is called the Cass County Clays. There were eleven members in the 2017 season. 2016 was the Cass County Clays first season. I, regretfully, decided against joining. I joined for the 2017 competition and earned many awards for myself and my team at varying competitions. Overall, my favorite event was the SCTP Nationals.

I crawled down the side of the building and stayed in the shadows. It would be best

"No I 'm just bored" I said, she gave me a sad smile before continuing with her lecture. I shook my head as I looked back down at my phone. I cursed it when the battery died. I pushed it in my pocket and put some hair behind my ear.