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this is the beginning of a best seller. Enjoy!!!
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The Dance
Zorrmel, Zorrmel. A name that was his. His name was Zorrmel. Zorrmel’s life would be changed forever. He lived a few miles off of lake Minnetonka in Minnesota. He was just 15.
Zorrmel had thin black hair, light freckles and a cute mousey face. A bit of the girls in his school had a crush on him. He wasn’t a stick person, nor beefy.
“You should.” The other boys taunted. They were his friends, five of them. The one that was closest to Zorrmel was named Jacob, or Jake. He was a pure red head and he looked like a mouse with those freckles and those small buck teeth, the teeth weren’t that over whelming. He looked kinda like a stick person. Another friend you need to know is Eric. Now this guy has a major front tooth problems, he’s the one who has the buck teeth in the bunch, but still, not that over whelming. They also crowded badly. He has thick curly hair, and there was a lot of it on his head. He was a little chunky too (as in the muscles).
“Then what do you suggest me to say?” Zorrmel asked. He was being taunted about a girl. This girl was his. He had never had a girl before, his first one. They had gone a long ways. To the point of dating. Once, they were close to kissing, but Zorrmel pulled away, because his cell phone rung. He hadn’t told any other person. The boys wanted Zorrmel to ask her out to the dance that was always on the 13th of November, but this year it was a Friday. After about two days of nonstop mockery, he finally admitted he did it. “Already?!”
“Yeah.” Actually, he didn’t. “What did she say?”
“…Yes” he answered unsurely. Shortly after the conversation, he ran to his girlfriend and begged her to say yes. “Of course! Why are you begging me like that?” She asked. Zorrmel told her the story.
Zorrmel’s girlfriend was not your every day girl. She had light freckles. Her eyes were pure white, like a ghost, but she could still see. Her hair was waist length and thick as a horses hair. On the left side of her head, she had a silver spot, which was silky, unlike the rest of her hair.
Zorrmel was getting ready that night in front of the mirror, wearing Jeans and a white T-shirt with a brown jacket on top that had a collar. He combed his ear length black hair, making it much neater that how he usually wears it. He sighed and stared at himself in the mirror, as is he were an artist finishing a masterpiece after years of working on it. He thought of what the night might bring him.
“Looking good, Zorrmel?”
It was his mother, his only parent in the house. Mom was slim, and had black curly hair and it went down to her shoulders. She also had freckles, like her son. Mom came into his room and sat down on his bed.
“I’m not too sure…” Zorrmel answered, unsurely.
“I was just kidding, you look fine. You straightened your hair!” She got up and straightened the collar that was sticking up. “Oh, don’t sound so surprised…” Zorrmel said it as if he combed his hair every day.
“Tell me why you are going to this party?”
Zorrmel shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Come on!”
“Ok, ok,” he took a deep breath, “I’m with a girl, that’s why I actually straightened my hair and put this smelly jacket on.” He took the side of the jacket and sniffed it. Every time, he shied away from it because it smell so bad, but this time, he didn’t. It smelled of lavender. “I washed it, and sprayed it with Febreeze. That jacket was $30. Does the smell make a difference?” she said it like she wanted him to say yes. Zorrmel nodded his head.
Mom glanced at the clock on the wall, “Well, we’d better get going,” Mom went out the door and Zorrmel took one last glance at the mirror, and walked out the door. As he walked out, he sniffed his jacket, as if he never smelt anything sweet in his life.
“See you at 10.” Mom said out the open car door from the other side. Zorrmel didn’t look back, staring at the school, overflowing with activity: Teens and young couples streaming in and out of the school going to eat at a certain place or just to hang out with friends. Next to him was a mini Van unloading some of his friends, the ones that teased him about asking his girlfriend out to this event, including Jake and Eric. They glanced to him and Zorrmel realized what his purpose was here and the guys gave him a persuading glance. “See ya mom,” he only jerked his head to his shoulder, still trying to watch the other guys so he wouldn’t loose them in the crowd. Zorrmel’s Mom stared at Zorrmel and smiled, proud of her son. She shut the door and drove away, disappearing into the array of cars.
“Hey guys!” he caught up with the other boys.
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“Where is he?” she thought. She glanced at her watch, tapping her foot that wore a tennis shoe. She wore a blue evening dress, that made the shoes look out of the picture. It had ripples on the skirt part. The straps were slid down to the tip of her shoulders. She was at the entrance of the school. She stared down at the ground, hiding her face from boys that didn’t have a date. Finally, she heard those unique sounds. His shoes were coming toward her she saw. She looked up with an angry face, making Zorrmel stop, feeling guilty.
“Where have you-” she started.
“The other guys pulled me away for a second.” He said it like it was no big deal.
“For what reason?” she asked nicely.
Zorrmel paused for a long while. Zorrmel started to say something when his girlfriend broke in, “Oh Whatever! Lets just have a nice night!” she dragged him away by the arm to the gym. Zorrmel looked behind and saw his gang watching and gave him a double thumbs up.
Once they got in the school, it was full of life (like there’s not enough around here): the gym was open for skating and a huge disco ball hung over the room. a DJ was playing music: pop, fun and rock. Fergie was playing on huge spea as they entered.
“Come on!” the girl ran to the front stand and gave $5 to the person who had all the skates. He had a beard that hadn’t been shaved in a while and a double chin. He was obese with piercing on his eyebrow, nose and ear. He wore a leather vest and a red bandanna around his forehead, you couldn’t see his hair. He looked like a motorcycle guy. “8 ½ please.” She shouted over the other people talking, screaming and laughing. The man turned around, grabbed a pair of floor skates that sat on a grayish shelf. It was very long, which sat other skates in rows with labels under them, indicating the sizes.
Zorrmel clumsily checked the size of his shoe on the tongue by hopping on one foot and fell over. “Sorry.” He said as he got up brushing himself off, realizing that he was sweating from nervousness and wiped the sweat from his brow quickly. The girl walked away from the counter to the benches where other people sat putting on their skates. She sat down. Zorrmel shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out $5 and slapped it down on the counter. The man behind the counter stood casually, leaning on the bottom shelf, staring at him as if he was saying “You’re lame”.
The man straightened out and grabbed the money and slipped it in his pocket, that was bulging and sighed with his back to him, looking fro the correct size. “New kid, right?”
“With love, yes, 9’s please.”
“I can tell,” he mumbled as he reached for the 9’s row.
“Excuse me?” the man hesitated for a moment before getting them, like a child choosing a specific candy.
“Nothing! Say, are you that one kid who has a mom that works for the govenor?” he turned and slammed the skates on the counter.
“Why?” Zorrmel asked, sliding the skates toward him like he just won a mountain of poker chips that were in the pot and let them fall against his chest.
“I’m a huge fan!” Zorrmel started to the benches.
“Oh really? Did you see the add in the newspaper?” Zorrmel asked, sitting down on the bench that his girlfriend recently sat. she was now warming up. The man sat down next to him with the counter locked up. While Zorrmel was bent over, the man grabbed the back of his collar and folded it down, and pinched it, something clicked like a squishing ladybug. Zorrmel looked up, while tying the laces of the skates.
“Just fixing your collar, you wanna look good out there.” The man smiled. Zorrmel glared at him.
“Hey, I’m Josh.” He stuck out his hand when Zorrmel sat up right.
“Zorrmel.” They shook hands.
“Come on Zorrmel!” his girlfriend shouted from the gym floor.
“I’d better go,”
“Sure, hey, go have some fun out there,” Josh paused, Zorrmel got up and started to skate to the gym floor. “Hey Zorrmel!” Zorrmel turned. “Watch your back.” Zorrmel didn’t know what he was talking about, but he took the advice.
Zorrmel nodded and skated off. It was like skating was the only thing he was good at. He got on the dance floor and looked at his surroundings. There was a hallway up stairs that went to the gym. They were on the sides. On the side Zorrmel faced, he saw his friends, they were waiting to spy on him. One was facing him, watching the life going around and listening in on his friends’ conversation going on right next to him. The others were facing the wall leaning on the fence with bottles of soda. When one of them saw him, he nudged another and moved his lips. The other guys turned.
Zorrmel looked back down as if he had never seen them. His girlfriend was standing under the disco ball and with her hand on her hips, tired of waiting.
He skated up to her and she turned around as if Zorrmel had to pass on the baton. They started to circle the court with the rest of the crowd. The DJ was picking random couples to kiss, in the middle of the room. After a couple shared a long, juicy kiss, they had to wrench the couple apart, Zorrmel and his girlfriend were picked. Zorrmel’s hands were sweating hard. He wiped them on his pants. He took her hand to the center of the river. His girlfriend giggled.
They turned face to face and Zorrmel led the kiss. It wasn’t nearly as moist as the last one, but it was enough for Zorrmel. They could of done it a lot longer, but didn’t want to embarrass themselves and returned to the crowd like the others. His girlfriend wouldn’t stop staring at him.
When they got to the punch soda, he met his friends there. “Man that was awesome!” “I wish I could do that…” they said to him. “OMG!!!” “Aww, how cute!” “Giggle…” the girls said to Zorrmel’s girlfriend. They all had punch soda and they parted with their own kind.
Zorrmel walked the halls with his clan. “Dude, tell me how you met this girl anyway?” asked Eric, who became Zorrmel’s friend not long ago. “Well, it was really simple,” began Zorrmel “guy gets art class with girl, guy sucks at art,” he took a sip of his drink and gazed at his girlfriend in the corner with her gang, “girl rocks at art, girl teaches guy some moves, guy starts to like girl, girl starts to like guy, both confess and we’re one big happy family.”
“That is really simple,” said Eric. A beautiful girl with flowing blonde hair passed them. Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off her and his eyes followed her down the opposite direction. “Go get ‘er tiger.”
“Tiger?” said a rude voice. “Who’s the tiger?” but Jake had already left. Zorrmel turned around and there he saw the school bully, ax, well, his real name is Theodore, but very few people know, why? Ax threatened a beating after school if he found out who spread the word. He was handsome, tall and muscular. He wasn’t afraid to use his fists, not words.
There was the pause, Zorrmel and the others were stumped what to say, either way, they were going to get a bruise, or get made fun of. “ Your face!” shouted Eric. Zorrmel and the rest of his gang laughed out loud. Ax had a cold look in his eyes. “Get lost.” He snapped. “What? The tiger too scared?”
“You’ll be a fur ball once I’m done with you!” he rose his fist. Just before Ax dropped the hammer, Zorrmel pulled him out of the way. Zorrmel swung Eric so he could get a running start, then darted after his gang. He heard Ax roar behind his hear and felt something hot and sweaty brush against his head. There was a fork in the hallway, half of his gang turned left. Eric and the rest went right. Zorrmel took a sharp left at the last second. Ax followed Eric. Zorrmel kept on running, his gang turning different ways than he, until he was walking, tired and alone. He heard a roar behind him, “Rat! Where are you!” Zorrmel jumped. He was too tired to run anymore.
He sped walked to the nearest janitor room and jumped in. As Zorrmel closed the door, something fell down and hit him on the head. It was very hard. He fell to the floor, smack down on his bottom. Zorrmel tried his best not to yelp in pain as he clasped his hand to his mouth and the other to the bump where the item had hit him. It was humid in the room, Zorrmel guessed that the janitor didn’t clean out the mop water, it smelled weird too, like freshly caught fish.
The noise of the object was enough. Zorrmel sat there in his same position. He could hear the thumps of Ax’s boots coming closer. He heard Ax muttering as he passed by, investigating, “Garth’s not going to be happy…”
When Ax’s heavy boots died away, something lit up, It wasn’t a light bulb, neon or a candle, but a purple orb. It was the thing that had hit him on the head that made his head throb. There were black things swirling around it, like vultures. He picked it up, and at that very moment, the swirls started spinning faster and faster, I started to vibrate. He started to hear voices, “It’s too dangerous!” said a female voice, more beautiful that his girlfriend’s, “A toast to…” the orb was shaking so hard now, that he had a hard time holding on to it and couldn’t listen.
Then, he tossed it into one of his hands, it shrunk into a purple marble. He slipped into his breast pocket and emerged from the dark room, rubbing his head. He was sweaty from hiding in that room.
After the dance had ended and he was being driven home by his mother, something terrible happened. One of their tires had blown suspiciously. They had driven on a road that wasn’t that popular and safely parked on the side of the road. Mom planed to come back to the car with a new tire and the two started to walk home. His mom asked him how the dance was and Zorrmel was squeamish to talk about this young love. Remember it was his first girl he had fell in love with.
At the point when his mom started to make appropriate fun of her son and started to push each other around, something shifted in the bush in front of them. Of course it was in the middle of the night because they lived in the country and it was hard to see. The fun immediately stopped. “Who’s there?!” she asked the dark, pushing Zorrmel behind her. “If you want money, take it, and she reached for her wallet and that’s when it happened.
Something came out of the bush, it wasn’t a man, it was a beast. God did not create this creature. It silhouette showed a chilling outline. Saber teeth could be seen at the top of the stubby head, two pointing down and two pointing up. It stood on three meaty legs, the front two having three fingers and a thumb that looked somewhat of a human’s hands. You could faintly see its other only back leg. It had claws and three long toes. Four spikes rose from its spine in a neat row like a roller coaster, rising and descending. A small tail swished in the back.
It made an unusual growl. It was a mix between a horse groan and a crocodile when it tries to snap. Red eyes opened and started to glow. They were shaped like the triangle that had two long sides and one short one. The slim point was pointing outward. The glow of the eyes lit up the scene a little. The beast was covered in fur, black fur. The most of the hair was on its chest, like a lion’s mane.
It saw the people and started to walk to them. As it got closer, small arms emerged from the fur. They were very boney and looked old because of the wrinkles and the veins. There was hardly any finger, all of it was claw. It was amazing seeing the small, boney hand hold up all of the claw. They looked like curved pins and the arms were long and old, like the fingers. The beast stopped but the arms stretched awkwardly to Zorrmel’s mother. They grabbed her shoulders to confirm that she was there. Both of their hearts were beating like drums.
After that, it seemed like time went in slow motion. The beast quickly grabbed the human’s waist with her arms tucked in and reeled her in quickly like a fish. She screamed and disappeared under the thick fur. “NO!” Zorrmel screamed. He ran to the beast in rage. It only glared at him with death defying eyes. Mother disappeared into the shaggy fur slowly, crying with fear as if she were sinking into quicksand. Once she was gone, the beast darted back into the bushes, where it came from. Zorrmel grunted as he ran to the beast, running faster than a rabbit running away from a predator.
He felt tears come to his eyes and the breeze in his eyes made them sting. He blinked furiously and went into the bush where the beast had disappeared. He was in a wasteland, dark and cold. Everything was tinted purple. The sky was clouded over and black. He could faintly see a dead leafless tree to the right of him, the only life in the picture. Zorrmel began to breath smoke, not steam. He coughed and chocked as he breathed in and out. Zorrmel started to hear very faint whispers, “Hurry!” “He can’t see anything!” “Activate the-” Weak, he collapsed to the ground. cold dirt from the ground rubbed against his face as he curled up and chocked, wet with tears. “Mother,” Zorrmel helplessly grunted in failure and sorrow, weak.
After that, he blacked out.
 averywind · Mon Nov 12, 2007 @ 02:02am · 0 Comments |
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