The Sunroom

On The Gravel Road

a novel by me

Prologue

I touched the road with my fingers and looked at my dirty hands. I scratched my ear and I plopped down onto the gravel road. “What do you think?” I asked. My dad smiled and patted my head. "It's great." I nodded, laughed, and hugged my dad. For the last time.

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Chapter 1

Little Tim

Little Tim. Those two words were horrible to my ears. Tim? What kind of a name was that. Then of course is the little. Little Tim. There wasn't even a Big Tim or something. I was the only Tim in the entire stinking school! I tried everything to ignore the nickname, but of course, nothing worked. Not even the whole “savior” crisis. That went horribly wrong. It was last year when I was called Little Tim by a 3rd grader. 3rd grader. That, was the last straw. I had enough of this Little Tim nonsense. I went to the road and began to plan.

I began to think out how I can get Jordan to pretend he was getting hurt, and then I save him. Then he calls me... What? The problem was, I couldn’t think of a good name to call myself. I was kind of surprised myself, I was used to Little Tim. So I thought, and the best was just Tim. So I just went over to Jordan’s and told him the plan.

“I don’t get this. Why do I have to call you... Tim.”

“That’s the whole point! Now let’s have a rehearsal. Make sure you talk loudly so a lot of people can hear.”

Jordan was a pretty good friend. He was just clueless sometimes.

Take 1:

Jordan falls onto the ground and screams “Ow!”

Jordan: Ow! That hurt.

I help him up

Me: Are you alright?

Jordan: Yeah! Thanks TIM!

"You know, this kind of sounds a bit weird, lets try that again..."

Take 2:

Jordan trips over a rock and falls on the curb.

Jordan: Ow! My knee!

I help him up kindly

Me: You okay, bud?

Jordan: Yeah thanks Tim.

It was better but it was really flat.

“Let’s talk smooth and with some...erm... emotion? Let’s just do it.”

Take 3:

(With emotion)

Jordan trips over a rock.

Jordan: Ow! My knee. Aw... I think I’m bleeding.

(Assumes that some kids rush over to help)

I help him up first.

Me: Here, are you alright, bud?

Jordan: Yeah thanks, Tim. I think I’m okay.

I high-fived Jordan.

“Nice acting!”

We both smiled.

The next day, we did just that. The acting went pretty smoothly. But things went wrong. But at the end when kids heard just Tim they stared at us. Gordon laughed too.

“Tim? Tim!?... Come on, you've gotta be kidding me. This is no skit, man. You’re Little Tim and we all know it.”

He poked me in the chest as he talked.

I glared at him, but there were too many kids just staring at me and Jordan.

So now I was stuck with Little Tim. It isn't too bad. Well, even though there are some times that are just annoying. Mostly, I was fine. But that was all before this one person showed up. A horrible person. And that was just who Porkie is. I don’t even know his real name. In fact, I doubt the teachers even know.

I dunno. Porkie is just a sad kid. He has no joy in his life, and I guess he wants everybody to feel what he feels. Or maybe, he’s just a horrible kid. Anyway, he always calls everybody, no matter who they are, git. (Except for teachers of course.) I was called Little Git. Porkie hated me for some strange reason. I don’t even know why. Maybe it was the "Rock" accident. That might of been it, cause that was real bad. Real bad.

I was just hanging around where Porkie and his gang were. I was walking past when a rock narrowly missed my head. I turned around and Porkie was smirking at me. I picked up the rock and began to run. When I thought I was a safe distance from them, I threw the rock back as far as possible and started running. Suddenly, there was a loud cry coming from where I threw the rock. I stopped abruptly. I sneaked behind a tree and crawled towards the noise. I pulled myself low to the ground and watched. Porkie's eye was black and his forehead was bleeding. His gang members were all confused, not knowing what they should do. They awkwardly walked around, mumbling. Then one of them told another to go and get Porkie's mom. Porkie shot a mean look at the guy who said that and to the guy who was told to do that. They backed away. Then he pushed some of his members and marched off towards nowhere. 
So yeah. It was pretty bad. Yup. I might as well stick a sign on my forehead saying, "Porkie, please hate me!" But it wasn't too too bad. I guess. Porkie does have a lot of reasons to hate my guts. So I can't really blame him.

  There's this new boy in my class and his name is George Carkort. He's really hyper and small. He follows me around like a puppy and bugs me all the time. I really don't like having to deal with him.

The War of the Youngsters

George Speklit

Prologue

March 21st, 2 days till D-Day.

I didn’t think Banjone would hate Barjone that much, I know they are really similar which makes them really not like each other, hate is a pretty strong word. Stronger than you think.

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March 23rd, 1 day before D-Day.

I was nervous today, causing me to almost get caught. I mean anything can happen, who knows? We were ready, but Mr.Googleys wasn’t ready. He didn’t have the ‘bomb’ ready yet. I am thinking about pushing it farther. It meaning D-Day. Or dung day as Ploosh calls it. I bought the sodas at the dollar store.

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March 25th, 2 days until the Delayed-D-Day.

Mr.Googleys is finally ready. Everyone else is also ready for D-D-Day.

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March 26th, 1 day before D-D-Day

READY...

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March 27th, 3 hours before D-D-Day Time

SET...

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D-D-Day Time

Go!

6 Weeks Before D-Day

I looked at the ball and looked at Chris. he waited for me to kick it. I changed my mind and slowly dribbled the ball, around Chris. taken by surprise, Chris came charging after me. I panicked and closed my eyes. I guess that was the first big mistake I had made. I heard a scream as I let the ball fly. I kicked it with all my might. I think I was facing the wrong direction, but I'm not sure because I never opened my eyes until the game was over, (another mistake) because the first thing I saw was blood. Everywhere. I don’t know what happened, but my shoes were were stained with red blood. It was a horrible sight. I just stood there watching everyone look at me and Chris, who was on the floor howling in pain. The ball was beside his head, which... I don’t want to describe. I slowly retreated towards my team’s goalie. Then I heard the footstep squishing into the soft mud. Squish! I turned around, to face Mr. Cargoski, the teacher. I froze he looked at me sternly and walked me to the principal's office. I guess it looked like I did it on purpose from his angle, but I really didn't. I guessed that “witnesses” of the “horrible” scene will tell the truth that it was an accident, but oh no, my principal is a stubborn donkey. He doesn't know anything. He’s crazy and most people think he’s been in jail before. I hoped for the best and walked in.

“Why did you kick the ball in Chris's face and beat the guts out of him?”

At first I was startled because he just said it as soon as I walked in. Mr. Keyper looked at me. “Beat the guts?” I whispered.

“Yes, you beat the GUTS out of the kid. He is in the hospital and will come out in 2 weeks.”

“2 weeks?”

“You don’t have to repeat everything I say.” he snapped.

I literally fainted. 
I managed to stammer, "But... but.. I... accide- 
"But but but but!" He mocked. "Bah!" 
I was speechless.

You are going to go to detention for 2 weeks and you are suspended for 3 days. Also, I will speak to your mother- I started sweating- and you will experience- he suddenly paused and smiled. “Experience what?” I asked, nervous and sweaty. "The new counselor." “What?” “Goodbye Mr. Spekilt” Then he escorted me, or shoved me, out into the hall. I collapsed onto the floor and stared up at the ceiling. The principal hated kids and the kids hated the principal.

My brother looked at me with amazement.

“Suspended! For THREE days? Two WEEKS of detention? Speak to mom?!” he was fuming over the fact that I got suspended without trying when he never did when he tried. Then he slyly said, “The counselor...” I looked up. “What?” Then he repeated, “The counselor...” I walked away, shaking my head.

The next day I woke up and realized that I didn't need to go to school. “Yes!” I thought. My mom didn't care and my dad just slept the whole day. I ran downstairs, punching my brother in the back. He shoved me back, causing me to hit my head on the table.

"Ow."
I tried to eat my cereal while my head hut. I was pretty excited because now I was allowed to do basically whatever I wanted. But it didn't always work out so well like that because most of the time I would have to "help out" with the house. Not that there is much to help out with anyway. I would just need to go to the grocery store to buy things in order to save us from starvation.

I rode my bike to the store. I took the bike and put on the bike rack and hoped that nobody would steal it. I would be out of the store in just a minute. I quickly stepped inside, grabbed a carton of milk, and some food and rushed to the clerk to pay. I thanked the clerk and ran outside. To my relief, the bike was still there. But someone slashed the tires.
I swore under my breath and looked around but nobody was in the vicinity. It couldn't have been a kid for sure. They were all at school. Frowning, I grabbed the handles to drag it to the bike repair shop.


"How'd that happen? Eh?" Mike the repair guy asked.

The Face Maker Part 1

Prologue:

Do you think he'll make it? 

I don't know. Maybe yes maybe no. It all depends on his choice.

Yeah, but noticed his hand. Why is it all wrapped in cloth?

Probably to prevent blood.

Blood?

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Chapter 1. Redneck

     The man in the grey suit walked across the room in an official manner. He had a pale face and he looked very nervous. He sat down at the table and waited. After about 3 minutes or so, four other men came in the room. One of the four pulled out a suitcase. One side was empty, the other had the parts of a gun along with bullets. The man in the grey suit pulled out his own suitcase and rubbed his neck. It was red. In the suitcase was a high-tech already-built gun. He reached inside for the gun. Just then, another of the four men grabbed the redneck's hand and pulled out the high-tech gun.
"Where's the money?"
The redneck man stared blankly and grinned, showing his teeth.
"I'm sorry."
"What? I didn't hear you."
The redneck pulled something out of his pocket and clicked. Just then, the shortest of the four men pointed his gun at the camera half concealed by a small book.
"Nice try. Redneck." He spat and pulled the trigger.
The camera was just in time to hear the explosion.
     It was all over the news. Exerta was really excited when he heard about the explosion. Something to investigate. He sneaked inside the building from the back secretly. He made sure nobody saw him and entered the room where the explosives were, and then the room the five men were in. He examined the remains of the wall where Redneck had concealed his camera. The men with the guns were too late though, the camera had probably already sent a signal. Exerta pulled out his watch and checked the time; 3:42. The event occurred about 2 hours ago, the signal was probably still fresh.