Post by Swiftbite on May 17, 2011 19:05:04 GMT -6
Zyrons: Peirce's Story
Chapter 1;; Some Kind of Introduction
Kicking a a glass bottle out of under my left foot, wind blowing through my spiked blonde, brown highlighted (on the tips). "Are we gonna have another frickin' tornado?" I asked my mom in a annoyed tone.
My mom glared at me with her blue eyes. That meant she was mat at something I did or said, usually. "First, Peirce McKay Jones, I don't care for your language and second, no honey, we just had one a few days ago."
What was left of our screen door flew open, then fell of the hinges. Ryan went wide-eyed then laughed "Mom, why was our house a blast zone for all the rubble?" Nine year-old Ryan asked my mom. She just shrugged. Suddenly we heard someone scream bloody murder. It shattered they silence of the day as my mom, Ryan and I stood. We all swung our heads towards the source of the noise... it was coming from our house.
Isabella was was knelt on the floor, pale as anyone could get. We looked up and there was a man with his mouth covered with duck tape, hands and feet tied up with a gold rope, and a symbol cut into each hand.
"Oh my gosh!? What happened?" Yelled my dad. His face also went pale, but not as much as Isabella's. It was wierd with the white against his dark black wispy beard.
"Kids... thats your uncle, Uncle Mason" My mom said in a dry, croaky voice.
Out of no-where I shot up out of bed, dreached in sweat. My radio was playing old jazz music, my favorite. Apprently I screamed because my mom and dad rushed into the room.
"Sweety are you okay?" My mom asked in a worried tone.
I rolled my eyes "Mom, c'mon, please call me Peirce" I said in a hush voice.
My dad patted me on the back and left the room. My mom nodded and left with my dad. I softly hummed to the jazz tunes, causing me to drift into a deep sleep.
Out of the blue a sound of a bomb went off in my room and I shot up in my bed and rolled off. I sat up, ears ringing and looked around. Everything looked normal. My sister ran in laughing.
"Haha! I got you Perce!" Isabella yelled while laughing. She had her hands on her hips moving them side to side. Perce is what she calls me, cause' she can't say Peirce.
I rolled my eyes and strecthed my back and it cracked, sending searing pain through out my spine. Sadly, my ears were still ringing.
[glow=lime green,2,300]Thats all I have so far, I AM CONTINUING AND HOPING TO GET IT PUBLISHED. Leave your contructed critizism comments below.
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