Message #42261

[Twilightpersona]

Chapter 2- Thoughtless

Time: 9:30 A.M.
Date: September 22, 2035


The High school teacher sets the paper down on his desk and looks up at William.

“So this is what you’re giving me for last week’s assignment?" asked the teacher as he removed his dark green prescription eyeglasses.

“Yes Mr. Logan” Responded William as he awaited his teachers’ opinion.

“Very well...the assignment was to write notes about your dreams but instead it seems you have written a story about the near future, tomorrow to be exact, including poor character development.” stated Mr. Logan who was now standing in front of the class.

“It sort of just came to me like that sir” responded William as he slowly sank in his chair from fear of being criticized any further.

Suddenly the bell goes off dismissing the entire school for the weekend.

 “Yes! Saved by the bell!” exclaims William jumping out of his seat.  

The other students rush past him as he tries to sneak past the teacher. Just a few more steps and he would be home free. One step away from the door the teacher catches him.

“William could I speak with you for a moment?” William slowly turns around before speaking

“Yes, Mr. Logan? What is it?” he asks as he walks towards the teacher’s desk.

“I was wondering…the characters in your story… Igor and Albel I believe…are they friends of yours?”  asked Mr. Logan as he adjusted his black bowtie.

“No sir, I’ve actually never met them before in my life, why do you ask?”

At this point Mr. Logan was now brushing his Light blonde hair.

“No reason I was just wondering if you were writing about some friends of yours” William breathes a sigh of relief as he thought he was going to be in trouble.

“Is there anything else you would like to ask?” asks William as he gets his nerves back.

“No, that will be all…have a nice weekend.” Says Mr. Logan as he smiles and waves good bye.

William returns the gesture and walks out of the classroom and down the hall to the tall blue double doors leading outside. He peers outside before walking out and sees the average afternoon sky of the town he has lived in since he was a child before the days his parents died.

Up until recently before moving into his apartment he was living with his uncle, which was his fathers’ brother. William takes a deep breath and heads home with an uneasy feeling in his gut about the day to come.

   After Mr. Logan was sure William was gone he pulled out his thin sleek black cell phone and dialed a number.

He speaks quietly into the phone “It’s VoraX” which is met with a surprised response from the person on the other end.

“VoraX? It’s been a long time since we all heard from you Archlord….are you okay?” inquired the man on the other end.

“Yes Igor, I am fine but there is no time for pleasantries, I have something you might want to see. Come to the High school across from West Side Apartments. Bring Albel with you as well; I believe he may be especially interested.” Was the answer he supplied to Igor.

“Yes sir, on our way now.” Replied Igor making sure his salute was in his voice.