Stirred Bones

CHAPTER 1

Hey guys. So this is my first story here and I would like to thank you for reading this.

I may or may not publish random authors notes in random chapters. Those will just be my rants...

Without further ado, let's get into reading

'Mr. Shaw'

'Mr. Shaw'

Mr. Shaw'

'MR. SHAW!'

The shock that was on Ryan's face was one everyone was used to. It wasn't so much as shock but irritation. He was so used to spacing out that other people's voices didn't bother him.

He lazily looked up at his teacher, his signature smug look on. His teacher, Mr. Smith, had a look of victory, hoping, no, expecting his target to be so lost that he will stutter over his words.

It's not that Ryan spaced out on purpose, it just happens. His mind works on its own without him knowing it. One minute he is paying attention, the next he is in a whole different world...Literally.

It's not easy to explain, therefore he hasn't told anyone about it. Why should he? It's not like anyone would care what happened in his life. Sure he has friends but they aren't close enough for him to tell them his darkest secrets. Secrets that when revealed will change his image. His parents? Well, let's just say they disappeared from his life when he was a mere infant. He was raised by his aunt; a crazy woman who screams that the end is near so she has baptized the house.

Don't get him wrong, he loves her dearly but she was getting senile and it was time he looked into old age homes for her.

With a smirk, Smith walked around his desk towards Ryan who seemed to have spaced out again.

'Mr. Shaw, I suggest you pay attention in class. This assignment contributes 50% of your marks'

'I would pay attention if your voice wasn't so dreary. I mean even the dead get bored listening to you'

The vein on Smith's forehead would burst any moment. It was a comical moment that if they weren't in class Ryan would have taken a picture.

'Mr. Shaw, I do not appreciate your attitude in class'

With a shrug, Ryan just slumped in his seat and pretended to pay attention. Why would he start now when his mind would start wondering again. He would have to admit that the things he would daydream about would make a wonderful book but then again he didn't have the talent of writing, only the talent of procrastination.

'It's good that you kept your mouth shut. Wouldn't want me to call your aunt now would you?'

The snickers were audible. It's been like for as long as he can remember. His aunt has been senile for as long as he's known her; his whole life. He knew better than to reply. He already has enough on his plate at the moment he doesn't need to add more things on his long list of bad life choices. Already being considered the towns freak and having a crazy aunt doesn't make life any easier.

He slumped in his seat and resumed his pretense of listening. his marks weren't the best but they were enough to help him. He just scrapped by like he has been doing.

Blocking out Smith's dreary voice, Ryan was once again in his mind. The same images came back. They were just images and not dreams. It was like a PowerPoint presentation going on. A slide of sorts playing over and over again. The same images repeated. they have been playing since he was ten. Its been six years since then. They don't change, not even the order. It's a repetitive sequence that doesn't surprise him anymore.

Its something he got used to and honestly it doesn't surprise him.

But this time there was a difference. The last image wasn't one of a weird eye thingy in a triangle like before, it was replaced with a goat in a weird star shape in a circle.

When the images started he was a little bit scared but after seeing that they were repeating themselves he lost interest in them...until now.

The sudden image change causes him to jolt in his seat, disrupting the peaceful classroom setting. The disturbance did not go unnoticed by his teacher and boy did the man have a smirk on his face, 'it seems like you a talent of disrupting my class. Tell me, do you do this in all your other classes or is it just mine?'

'Just yours, sir. The other classes don't bore me to death'

Realizing what he had just done he quickly covered his mouth, spilling out apologies trying to ease the awkwardness in the class. he had just dug a hole for himself and there was nothing he could do about it.

He could see the looks on his classmate's faces and without meaning to 'what are you looking at, you assholes?'

Again his mouth did not cooperate with his brain.

'Mr. Shaw, what seems to be the matter with you?'

'I don't know, what seems to be the matter you?'

The snickers rose resulting in laughter. Ryan felt a sense of pride swell within until he saw the murderous look on Smith's face. He gulps, pretty sure that everyone heard it. he was terrified. He would only say a few words to rile the man up, not to turn him into a psychotic murderer. He was dead and he knew it.

Lord, I know I have sinned but please accept me in heaven

"God won't hear you"

The fuck...

His sudden moment of fear was replaced by panic.

Ok...so yes he gets images and one just so happened to change into some weird thing with a goat, he goes off on his teacher and then he hears a voice in his head and by the looks of it his teacher wasn't the one said that and the kids didn't hear a thing.

What kind of sorcery is this?

"It isn't sorcery?"

'Who the hell are you?' he screamed out

'I am your History teacher and the same man who is about to call your crazy aunt'

Ryan looked at the man like he had two heads. he wasn't speaking to him but the voice inside his head.

"You know you said that out loud and if anyone could hear your thoughts you would be in a mental asylum"

'I'm gonna put you in the mental asylum'

'SHAW!'