I stood at the front steps of the school, staring up at the giant main doors as a crowed of students rushed past me. Off to my right, a group of girls in the grade above me were creating each other loudly, and on the stairs to the left, senior jocks didn't even try to hide their wandering eyes.
"JUST TRY TO FLY LOW!" my brother, James, yelled at me from the car "DON'T GIVE THEM ANY REASON TO POUND YOU YET!" As the tires screeched in the distance, I knew it wouldn't be that easy. I could already feel the prying eyes of the upper class men, judging every step I took; my classmates already figuring out exactly how to one-up me and fit in with the popular kids.
As I started to climb the front steps, I could hear whispering as I passed the various cliques. I tried to ignore them, but as I kept walking, the whispering got louder and louder. Panicking, I broke out into a run, but the stairs seemed to get longer and longer with each step I took. Then, suddenly, I tripped.
I lay silently on the ground, powerless to stop the oncoming swarm of students as laughter surged through the schoolyard. People were pushing past each other to get a glimpse of the moron that couldn't even climb a set if stairs. I stayed motionless, unable to breathe, hoping - praying - that everybody would think I died, and go back to whatever it was they we're doing.
Then the ground started to shake. Gently at first, but gradually more violent until it drown out the laughter. My area is not particularly known for earthquakes so I had no clue what was going on. Then I heard cracking. Suddenly, the ground beneath me plot wide open, and I was falling.
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RandomMichael never thought that he could be anything special. He just wanted to be a normal high school student. But when he sees what's in the basement, his life takes a drastic turn.
