The Super 4 : Dark Death by Harrison Wallace

mum.
    We finally arrived in the middle of the
forest. A good distance away from the tree house. Carly, Jake,
Darryl and I each took our shovels and began digging, while Tess
looked around. “Cool! I want a tree house here! It could be
purple!” We sighed and resumed our digging as Tess went on
daydreaming about her perfect tree house. We both knew that she
would get her tree house when she turned eleven.
    When our hole was three feet big we called
Tessa. She unceremoniously dumped the salsa in the hole. When we
had finished piling dirt on top of it and were just leaving I
noticed that I had left my shovel. I told the others to go on
without me.
    When I got to the clearing I noticed a blond
boy sitting on top of the tallest tree. I was about to call out to
him, when I noticed he was wearing a cloak. But the cloak was as
dark as a shadow during the brightest hour. That, and the tentacles
waving around as if they were alive. I gasped silently. I picked up
my shovel and ran as fast as I could. I could feel his eyes boring
into my back.
    I didn’t say a word to the others when I got
back. I was too scared. The boy was weird, he seemed to radiate
fear and that was not natural. Not natural at all.
    “ Hey, Harrison are you alright?”
Jake asked.
    “ Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” I said
nervously.
    “ I dunno. You just seem kind of
jumpy!” He replied.
    “ No! I’m not jumpy! Or nervous or
scared or anything!” I said, “Ha, ha…”
    “ Okay! If you say so.” Jake
said.
    I tuned out of the conversation after that.
Nodding, occasionally. But mostly just watching out for that boy.
That boy, with the freaky black robes. That boy, who seemed to
bring up all my childhood nightmares. I wouldn’t sleep well
tonight!
     
    I woke up from my fifth nightmare that night
drenched in sweat. I checked the time. Three more hours, until
7:00. This time I was too scared to fall back asleep. I crawled out
of bed and tried to do something that wouldn’t remind of my
nightmares. Anything that wouldn’t remind me of the tortures that
blond boy gave me. Anything but being slowly torn apart. Anything
but being skinned alive. Anything but being dumped in a tank full
of flesh-eating piranhas. Anything but being thrown into a pit of
nails and snakes. Anything but watching my friends die slowly.
Anything but knowing that I would be next.
     
     
     
     
     
    Jake
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    I was so glad that everything had smoothed out
with the others. I fetched my tracking chip and put it back in its
place. Everything was back to normal. Except for Carly. I had
forgiven Harrison, but I still held strong feelings for Carly. But
she would never know. My nerve was lost.
    I stifled a sigh as I listened to Mr. Wharton
tell us about scientific notation. I tuned out and imagined next
week’s basketball game. “He shoots….he SCORES!” I said to myself.
Then I felt a thousand eyes burning into my back. Turning slowly I
gave a little pathetic chuckle. “Heh-heh...heh.”.
    “Well, Mr. Patterson,” Mr. Wharton said in
that horrid, wheezy voice of his. “Perhaps you would like to share
what you were day dreaming about in the middle of my
class!”
    I smiled and said, “It was awesome! Mr Wharton
was this worm who could regenerate! And we kept stepping on him!”
That brought a lot of laughter! No doubt it would be all over the
school by next period.
    “You know what else is funny?” He asked
sarcastically. I shook my head. “DETENTION! And thanks to Mr
Patterson, everyone can write down all the rules of Scientific
Notation!”
    The class groaned. I smiled. Anything to get
out of math!
    I took the little pink slip with joy. I
literally skipped to the principal’s office. He wasn’t there so I
took a seat in the waiting room. From my position, I could see the
secretary’s computer. I read the words: Gradebook. And conveniently
it was open on my name. I read it:
     
    Report Card for STUDENT:
PATTERSON, Jake Christopher
     
    MATH:
    Teacher: Mr Wharton Grade: