Haiden: A Short Story

“We’ve never completely mastered Sameness. I suppose the genetic scientists are still hard at work trying to work the kinks out.” The Giver (The Giver).

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

Truthfully Justin didn’t blame him, she had chosen the scariest place in town, a 43-year-old abandoned school, half rotted and falling apart. They hurried to the school, Justin’s feet shuffling lazily on the ground. He was exhausted. He had gone out to a party the night before and just wanted to sleep. But Adam wouldn’t allow it.

Caleb Logan walks into High Field High School’s grand hall entrance and looks around him. There are students sitting on benches talking and laughing and students sitting at tables noses buried deep in textbooks, books, and homework. Some students looked like the cool kids in leather jackets and hair all done. He quickly scanned the crowd again looking for his best friends Lilliana and Sebastian. Caleb’s eyes lingered on a boy in the crowd of cool kids and saw him coughing and hacking. His eyes lingered a little longer, then he went off to find Sebastian and Lilliana.

Leaving the few friends he had was difficult but, Adam didn’t quite have a choice. Adam had faith in new beginnings and perhaps good things could be achieved. The private school was named Taqwaa and was quite small but Adam didn't quite mind at all. When Adam had arrived to class he felt like he fit right in with the rest of students, considering that they were all muslim. He still felt left out at first since most of the students had known each other for most of their lives and seemed almost like family to each other. Adam had decided to sit by a skinny Indian kid by the name of Rajeet. Rajeet didn't speak much at first but always laughed at Adam’s cheesy jokes and seemed to always enjoy sharing his snacks with Adams. Little did Adam know that Rajeet would become a longtime friend of his which he would cherish many moments with. Adam related his experience at his new school as to when Percy Jackson had first discovered camp half-blood. Although the school wasn’t perfect it made Adam feel right at home. A piece of Adam had finally known what it was like to be yourself. Looking back Adam regrets that he allowed the negative opinions of others to question himself and his

Biology was the worst class of all for me. My teacher, Mrs. Katz, was all business.

While they were eating lunch, a kid that no one recognized came to sit down at their table. Ayden and Friedrich didn't really care that much, so they just ignored the kid. Ayden noticed that the kid who sat down was staring at him. After finishing his lunch, the kid went to the dark corner of the lunchroom. Ayden didn't think much about it and continued to eat his lunch. Then the lunch bell rang. Ayden and Friedrich got up to go to science, but they both noticed that the kid was following them. They moved hastily as they were disturbed by

Between homework and class you spent most of your time, until you were kicked out for the night, with Ben. It was nice to have a quiet space to study and do homework where no one really disturbs you. Of course it was great to see Ben getting better and better everyday. His cuts had closed up and turned to a baby pink, and the purple bruises that covered his body began to fade to yellow.

Trudy and I made sure that all of the boys took a bath, did their homework, and brushed their teeth. After they were squeaky clean, they all went down in the basement, and we didn’t hear another peep out of them. While Trudy talked on the phone with that good for nothing Edwin; I did my homework and took a shower. I also gathered my clothes to wear to school tomorrow. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get to call Levi tonight or not. Trudy had been on the phone with Edwin for almost two hours, and it didn’t look like he was going to get off anytime soon.

“First, the guy that sat behind us had a nasty cold. He kept coughing and sneezing all over the back of my head,” complained Ben.

Brooklyn woke up to the sound of the bullhorn that woke her up every morning as long as she could remember. She tumbled out of bed and slipped on her school clothes. She slid her backpack onto her shoulders and trudged out the door. She could hear the other kids groaning and grumbling about going to school again. She had the same thoughts, but never had the courage to say them out loud. Brooklyn entered the kitchen and met up with her only friend, Emma. Emma had shiny black hair that fell around her shoulders. They grabbed their pre-made food and sat down.

For the first time in his life Benjamin did not have that same foolish smile on his face, and his people had no wish to see him. Benjamin was ashamed of what he had done, but he was more ashamed of the fact that he had hurt his people. The three friends walked around the city for at least an hour, but seeing that the walk was having no affect on Benjamin Morgana and Amora took him back to the palace. Having no other place to go and wanting to make sure that Benjamin was going to be ok Amora immediately accepted the king's offer. The next six years of Benjamin's life only grew worse wherever he went people would throw things at him, spit on him, and curse at him. Benjamin promised himself that he would never allow the evil to gain control of him, but three days after his eighteenth birthday that would all change. The prince was finally beginning to smile again so he invited Morgana and Amora to go on a walk with him. As they were walking Benjamin noticed that a group of men were following them so he lead his friends down an alleyway not knowing it was a dead

I’ll walk.” He said, walking past her and out the door, glaring at the bright green grass and pretty flowers lining the driveway. The school was a couple of blocks away, and they were crazy to think that Castiel would Want to ride with Don every morning to school. He’d rather hang himself. So He turned to the direction he knew the school to be in and started on his walk. The neighborhood was nice, sun shining, birds chirping. Castiel was infuriated. He shoved earbuds into his ears and blasted music, mean mugging anyone that dared to get within ten feet of him. When the school came into view he could only laugh. What the fuck did he expect? There was no fences, or dogs, or even a police car in sight. This place was going to be so fucking boring. He did admit that the school looked nice, what with the trees shading the nice green lawn, bushes groomed perfectly and lining the three story tall brick building with white trim. The students surrounding the entrance gave him weird looks as he ascended the stairs to enter, but he was used to that. Some glared, some stared, some girls even giggled and leaned over to gush to their friends. At that he cracked a smile. They have no fucking clue. The inside was nice, with large, diamond shaped slate grey tiles and pristine white walls. Posters were spaced around the place, and bulletin boards advertising things like ‘drugs destroy dream’ and ‘speak up, bullying is wrong’. She shivered and located the front office, asking a middle aged woman if he could have a schedule. She dismissed him to sit in one of the cushioned blue chairs while she searched the computer for his information. A few minutes later she motioned for him to come get the newly printed off papers and urged him to get to class before he was too late. His first class was U.S. History 11, room 312 with Mr.Claren. He sighed and walked up the three flights of stairs, locating room 312 and memorizing it. By the time he was able to find it the late bell had

Sam scanned the room in curiosity, but remained silent. The room was dimly lit and damp. Small candles made the room feel mysterious and the shoes upon Sam’s feet snapped as he made his way around. Mold covered the walls, making the room feel humid. Both Sam and Mr. Franklin stepped into the room before making their way to the end of a long hallway. Mr. Franklin, who had been leading Sam throughout the house, turned around briskly and asked to have everyone's attention. The room was filled with small children not unlike Sam. He introduced Sam to the group, and started to conduct his plans accordingly. He announced that these children were a part of a rebellion, and he didn’t expect them to understand, they were all against something bigger than themselves. He made himself seem sincere and he seemed to regard himself as being exceptionally

Ben was originally scared of sitting in a room with highly contentious students. He was the most stupid person amongst his friends. As Mrs. Grewell made the line game, took the students to the Holocaust Museum, and arranged for guest speakers, Ben felt an internal, rude awakening. Ben felt a surge of courage after watching a video of an angry