The Light Chronicles: Unraveling The Truth

Chapter 1: Dive Right In!

Chapter 1: Dive Right In!

     Yesterday .... Yesterday Mr. Littlejohn, a big burly man with a huge salt and cinnamon afro, yelled down the hall, "You! Get out of the hall!" Of course I knew immediately he was talking to me, since I was the only person in the hall. I stood stark still thinking maybe he would turn down another corridor, which would allow me to venture farther down the hall. But to my horror Mr. Littlejohn remained planted in the middle of the hall like a giant redwood tree. I dropped my head and turned around and began inching back the way I had come. When I got to the intersection I glanced back, I noticed the giant redwood had disappeared.

     "What?" I unconsciously yelled out loud.

     "What?" replied Mr. Littlejohn standing in back of me. I turned startled to hear his voice which seemed in my ear. "I thought you were down there, but you're here, and I ..." My mouth went dry as Mr. Littlejohn gave me the evilest glare.

     "Get into your room, now!" I moved past Mr. Littlejohn as quickly as my short legs could carry me. Once I was in my room I jumped in bed and threw the covers over my head. I began to pray. When I awoke the next morning, I knew I had better mind my p's and q's. I had this nagging feeling that something really evil and sinister was going on. I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home.

     As I looked around the room I noticed that my roommate, Joyce, still had not returned. She was the reason I was walking the hall last night. She had snuck out of the room while she thought I was asleep. She and I are not close but we know how to stay out of each others way and be respectful.

     I got out of the bed slowly. I went to her bed and I noticed a note. "Hey E'Marie! I'm going home today. You can write me sometimes. My address is 1411 Krystal Lane, Verona Italy, Pennsylvania.

     "Why would Joyce leave me a note?" I thought to myself. "We are not friends."

     I picked up the note and looked at it closely. As I held the note in my hand I got an image of Joyce with tears rolling down her face as she was writing. She was in a small room with no windows. There was a small table with a cot in the corner. Joyce was still in her night gown. I dropped the letter and fell to my knees as my head began to spin and before I could take another breath a vision of the redwood flashed in my head and I passed out.