Spy Mage System Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Not So Lucky One

Do you ever get any of those tis where you feel as if the world is against what you do, how you do-almost your entire being? The world is planning and surveying each way your life could just turn in the opposite direction of how you wanted and how you expected things to be.

If not, well, good for you.

But it’s not so good for .

My na is Connor Drails, a kid who isn’t much of a nerd, or not much of not being one. I’m a regular kid that is more of an introvert.

I’m a boy who just despises the presence of other people that seem to be all over not only my physical body, but my ntal brain. The feeling of awkwardness drowns , and it almost puts in a bad mood. But that doesn’t an I’m so type of person who finds pleasure in being alone with no one to love you, or to care even about you.

I have a friend, Greg Jimmons, who is much of a skinny guy that is a friend of mine, and he is a pretty fun friend to have.

He mostly wears blue jeans, and gray Levi shoes that don’t seem in touch with the outfit, being that he gets them from local retail stores. He is a guy who was tanned to where he almost has a tan-orange type of skin color, with brown hair.

Today was a day that I most hated, the day of prom. Days and weeks and months of little snippets about the prom annoyed already. But the day when it is, it’s the only thing trending in Wolfpack School. People would rush up to as if I give a care in the world asking: Do you have soone for prom?

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Just to tell you about my life: I’m a sophomore, so I’ve been here for at least a year. We moved from Utah to California because my dad got a new job as a caraman for Hollywood. We would probably live in a better house, but my dad was very skeptical about the amount of money needed to pay the bills and all the stuff I care less to think about.

I joined by the beginning of the year, and I’m even happy to even have one friend. But I’m quite not happy to find a bully though. I think it’s normal for one to be bullied in high school, cuz nothing happened to in elentary. The bully, Kirk Jexifan, always ate my lunch and squished into a mush that I usually had nothing to eat, but luckily, Greg has been supplying with what I like to call “ergency als.”

I guess they’re not much of an ergency if they keep happening every ti.

The hall was like a stampede. Students rushed through the halls, going to their lockers and opening them. It was cramped and squished, almost impossible to actually move. Voices bellowed through the hall, as people squished by one another.

I got to my locker 426, and I opened my locker. I saw that all my books were still there, and I sighed with relief. Sotis so people know other people’s codes, like Kirk, and they snatch my books for fun, as if it’s just a normal thing to do to a normal person.

Makes sense, totally.

As I was getting my books for Science, I felt a tap on my shoulder, but it was a tap that continued at a rapid pace I recognized.

“Hey Greg, what’s up?” I greeted.

Greg was wearing a purple shirt, and the sa old blue jeans with the white streaks, and he seed to be having a face full of mischief that was asking to break out.

“Have you found anyone for prom?” he asked. My mood crashed even lower. I sighed and looked at him with a cross face, which didn’t seem to do much at all.

“No,” I harshly replied.

Greg seed alard by that but not for a long ti, perhaps a few seconds.

“Why not?” he asked. I looked at him, but this ti with more of a cross look than before, with my eyebrows leaning in towards my eyes. “Cause I care less, I care less about prom, I care less about who’s going with whoever. I don’t even care if soone goes with a rat with two behinds,” I hissed, and I ant all that.

“You know your mom is gonna send you anyways, you know,” Greg said, crossing his arms as if he just accomplished sothing massive, and worth reverencing.

“I’ll be fine being alone in prom,” I said, sighing. “It’s not like I care anyways. We can always co back ho, play video gas, pretend I didn’t waste my hours on sothing useless.”

I smacked my door closed, and suddenly the room was much quieter. I was scared, but not too much at first until I turned my head around, as my eyes shook in fear.

My brain froze still, as if the six foot-seven bully was using its powers to keep immobile, transfixed, stiff at that sa place.

“Hello, Conny-Corn,” he said, his voice reverberating with the sound of fear and announcent.

He walked closer, each step louder than the other, and nothing got to move and even try to run, I stayed in my area. It was as if my brain accepted this mont to be the end of , where my story cut short from a single fist that would end my life.

But then, sothing happened. As if so sort of energy was transferred in the last second, I felt my hand twist into a fist, and suddenly thrust towards Kirk. I closed my eyes, hoping I would wake up and find myself drenched in sweat in bed. But then I felt the bones of Kirk’s face collide with my hands and burn from his cheek into my hand.

I didn’t feel like opening my eyes after that.