“Dad,” I started with an embarrassed tone in my voice as I approached him in the living room. The TV was sputtering out current events of missing people and politics in the background, my dad intently watching.
“What’s up?” he asked, slightly turning his head.
“It’s a full moon tomorrow…” I started, always embarassed to remind him.
“Oh…yeah…” He paused for a bit. “What are you going to do this time?”
“I think I’m going to go far out again. Out into the farmland, you know, where no one is.”
“Oh, okay…” He replied with a sigh, always upset that I had to leave the house because of my “problem,” but he understood. I didn’t want to hurt anybody, escpecially not my family. The best thing for me to do was to leave and become isolated until the moon had passed.
Later that night, I found myself lying in my bed, sleep not coming to me as usual. All of the stress and problems were bearing down on me and I felt that I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to get rid of it all. I wanted to shed all of life’s troubles. I wished that I wasn’t like this. Why did I have to be such a violent creature, a mindless killer… I just wanted to be normal, a normal person without any troubles. I knew that would never happen though, and I knew that it was impossible. I would always be like this…
The following afternoon, I glanced to the clock once more. The nervousness continued to rise within me as I read 3:48. Jeremy told me to meet him at the gate at 4:30, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed a backpack and went upstairs out of my basement bedroom. “Hey, Dad, I’m leaving.”
“What? It’s not even 4:00 yet…” he stated, confused.
“Yeah, but I’m going to walk down to the Shoppette to pick up a snack or something, first,” I lied.
“Oh, okay…You got your I.D.?”
“Yeah, of course I do,” I snapped, poking my front right pocket.
“You’ve got your change of clothes, right?” he asked, making sure that I was fully prepared.
“Of course I do, Dad. It’s all in my backpack.”
“Your extra large shirt and some huge shorts?”
“Yes, I know what to do, Dad,” I groaned, annoyed with his overprotection.
“Okay, well be back…” he paused forgetting that I wasn’t just going out with some friends or something, “whenever…”
“Yeah, I’ll be back around 8:00 or so tomorrow morning. Good night, Dad.”
“Yeah, whatever…Be safe. Make sure you go far out.”
“I know, I will…See yah’ later.”
“Okay, see yah’,” I heard him say just as I opened the garage door and left.
I walked across the front lawn and started down the sidewalk towards the front gate of the air base. It was kind of far from my house, but I walked this way many times before. I had gone through so many transformations…so many memories…so many nightmares…
Minutes later, I approached the front gate and walked out past the guards. The sidewalk had ceased and I was now walking upon grass, continuing on until I reached the highway. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was to meet Jeremy and I didn’t even know what type of car he had. Nervously, I glanced at my watch on my left wrist. “4:20, I’ve still got about ten minutes,” I said to myself as I looked around the ground before sitting in the blades of browning grass. I pulled my navy Magic Pens hoodie closer around myself and stared up at the sky. I still hadn’t decided what I was going to do at the party. It would be dark around 7:00 or so and I didn’t even know how long the dinner would last. I thought that I might be able to excuse myself early, or maybe just leave. I still didn’t know, but for some reason, I felt that I really needed to be there.
Staring down at my feet with my arms arched over my bent knees, I continued to replay scenarios in my head. “I’ll just have to work it out somehow,” I finally said in conclusion. When I returned my glance to the highway, I found that a white van was pulling over to where I rested in the grass. I checked the driver’s seat and found Jeremy behind the wheel with his brother, Jordan, in the passenger seat to his right. I quickly came to my feet and brushed the grass from my jeans before walking up to the vehicle. “Hey! You ready?” Jeremy asked, rolling down his window.
“Yeah,” I replied, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. “Should I just…” I somewhat asked, mentioning to the back door. Not really knowing what kind of reply I was even expecting, I grabbed the handle to the van’s back door and pulled it open before stepping into the vehicle. I placed my backpack on the floorboards beside my feet and rested on the dark blue of the van’s back seats. Jeremy then made a quick turn around and returned to the highway, heading towards the bed and breakfast.
I was going…with a full moon…against my father’s wishes.
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Nice. I had near forgotten you weren’t supposed to come.
My next club post is out
Great, now I really need to get back on the ball. Hopefully I can get caught up today.
The Club is back! Finally!
Posted part 4.
So do I have to be in the van with you guys or can I be on/in my swoop (similar to a speeder bike, but a little different in design.), speeder bike, land speeder, or my specially modified Jedi XJ7 (Otherwise known as the newer version of the X-Wings used by the Rebel Alliance.) starfighter?
All of them have the capability of overhearing police frequencies and excelling the speed of fastest land, space or air vehicle known to man. though out of all of them the XJ7 is the only one capable of space travel(hyper drive installed) as well as a radar that shows all civilian vehicles as white blips(except Jeremy’s which is shown as yellow), Cops are blue, and U.S. military appears green. I also have com-link between each vehicle and Jeremy’s.
P.S. I would prefer my XJ7 though. That way could escort you from the air and make sure no harm comes to the van. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to be with you guys in van or any thing. I just think flying there is much more cooler. Though if I did fly my XJ7 it might look weird to people on base to see an ufo.
Umm…I would think that you would just want to come in the van. We’re not on a super hero mission or anything. It’s up to you though, but in this chapter, I said that you were in the van.
is that missing people on the news forshadowing??
Maybe the Xj7 is disguised. Duh.
Your right Matt people don’t have to see it and that’s why I’ll have a stealth generator installed on my XJ7 or have it painted to match the color of the sky(Basically make look like Stealth X).
I think I’ll install the stealth generator. Why? Because think it’s more safe and less likely to be spotted.
What about you? Won’t people see you flying in the sky or something or do you camoflauge also? It seems as if you can do anything…
Is that last comment by Noelle aimed at me or who?
I almost forgot I am a supper hero. Since I have all the characteristics of one or two of them combined with that of a Jedi.
I also almost forgot that my true parents were from Krypton and that I and one other plus three prisoners who were exiled from Krypton all survived the destruction of the planet due to a off balance between the gravitational pulls of to suns. Which eventually lead to the planet exploding, because it could no longer hold itself together any more.
Once I was here on Earth I was found by my current parents and also about the same time I was found by a Jedi in my other life in the Star Wars galaxy.
A few years later I took a trip to New York where I meet Peter Parker who at this time was already Spiderman. Being who I was I told him that I knew he was Spiderman and that I wanted to be just like him. He then asked me how I knew. So I told him I was a Jedi in training and that I had supper powers allowing me to read his thoughts. He then believed me after I had showed him proof of my claims and told me how he became Spiderman. I then found the mutated spider he had told me made him Spiderman. So then I had it bite me or at least try, since I knew my skin was so tough that no known substance could pierce it unless it was kryptonite. But surprisingly it did and I could feel its teeth pierce my skin.
I then meet Clark Kent on my way back home. I took the chance to ask about what I was suppose to in life and what it meant to be from Krypton. He being most bewildered at the thought that there was some one else like in the universe tought me everything he knew.
And yes I should probably make this a post.
Yeah, so, Jordan, basically you can do anything? That’s just crazy…Don’t you think that you should have some limits?
But Noelle there is no limit to imagination. So why set limitations on how we can use this unlimited imagination? It makes no logical sense to limit the unlimited.
But if you can do everything and there are no limitations, it doesn’t make for a very interesting plotline or story…
If we were all like you Noelle this would a very boring place to be living in.
“impossible is not a word. You have the potential to do great things”
-Obert Skye
You know why I like this quote by Obert Skye(best selling auther of Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo)? Because impossible is just another word that can limit the imagination. If we have it set in our minds that something is impossible we will never want to test it and do something great with our lives. What people thought impossible a hundred years ago is more than possible today. Thats why I don’t limit my what ifs and all my imagination. That’s what imagination is, doing what is thought to be impossible then making it possible.
Anyway it’s a lot funner to do whatever you want in a story, because it always keeps all your options wide open for use anywhere you want them.
That was rude, Jordo. I can see I still have some educating to do in the realm of manners.
The quote from Skye is nice and all, but there must also be opposition in all things. If at least a few things aren’t “impossible” inside a story, then reading it is no fun, as you can already see the end from the beginning. You would lose a really good climax that way.
If there was no such thing as impossible, would anything be possible at all?
That’s twice now that you’ve done this, and I told you a while a go, Jordan, that if you didn’t already write the parts yourself, others got to dictate what you did. Besides, not everything is going to match up completely. It’s just not probable.
Am I glad I checked your site! I would have been totally CLUELESS.
Clueless about what Rebecca?
Oh, just clueless about where you stood in the story. I like to be informed.
Plus, I’m clueless all the time. 😀
I’m sorry that I didn’t stop by here sooner. Noelle, the chapter seems good. I think I had some sort of comment, but I got derailed by the string of comments.
Jordan, I would comment on your blog, but you haven’t actually written anything creative for our writing club since November, so I don’t know if you go there anymore. Here’s the deal:
#1. Learn to be polite. I have warned you once. This is the final warning. I will remove your blog and change all of the passwords. I will not tolerate rudeness.
#2. You are no longer in “The Club” story. You have not participated. You have only caused problems.
#3. Try listening to others. Wisdom is the reward for our willingness to have listened. One of the main ideas in the Magic Pens is that we are all learning from others. As far as I know, you haven’t ever written more than a paragraph or two, so you probably have something to learn. If you don’t, you don’t belong in this club anyway.
#4. Finally, I’ve said this before and this is the last time I’ll say it. If you insist on trying to make your character into stories like this and have “no impossible” as your definition of ability, then I will have to come up with an equally fantastic story about my character who is even more powerful than yours and how he imprisons you for all of time in the Phantom Zone. Then, you will reply with some fantastical tale about how I can’t do that. Then, I’ll say that you said that “Anyway it’s a lot funner to do whatever you want in a story” and that’s what I want to do.
#5 Is any of this making sense, Jordan?
Hey, thanks for stopping by Mr. Gifford! I heard that you were sick lately…Have you been feeling any better? I’ve also heard that you’ve only got three weeks for the play, so I understand that you will probably be pretty busy within those weeks. Good luck with everything. 🙂
Yes, Mr. G it makes sense, actually it makes a lot of sense. I will now work harder at being less rude in my comments even if I didn’t mean it to be rude in the first place. If it sounds rude I won’t write it or I’ll rewrite it in a way that it doesn’t come out rudely. I don’t try to be rude though, it just comes out sometimes when I’m not thinking. I won’t say that I’m perfect or that anyone else is perfect ether. I will say though that I’m working at it the best that I can and thats all anyone could ask for. Right?
Noelle if I ever offended you please forgive me, for I truly am an idiot at times and I can be one of the most stupid person you could ever meet in life.
One more thing I learned is to never try to make puns, because I’m absolutely terrible at it.