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Welcome to part one of four of our Serial Story. Over the next two issues, we have a story we would like to present to you. But you'll have to come back for each part of the story . . . . .
Chris Sawa
My name is Chris. Chris Alan Sawa. If you knew me, you would probably consider me a 12-year-old jerk like the rest of Whitehorse Middle School (WMS). Bullies are attracted to me like flies to honey. I also get pushed around at home because I'm the youngest of 8 kids. Both my parents work, but us kids don't need to stay after school, because it's a two and a half-hour bus drive home. Here in the Northwest Territories, Canada, people don't live close together, so we have to drive long distances to get to school and work.
My adventure began on the first day of school. I was walking around in jeans and (in my opinion) a cool red shirt with a picture of an angry white horse on it. I was terrified that the Goon Gang (or the Snob Mob) would see me. Joey, Alex, Ryan, and James make up the Goon Gang. Even older kids stay out of their way. If you looked up 'bad boys' in the dictionary, you would definitely find a picture of them. The Snob Mob is a club of girls that call themselves the 'In-Crowd.' If you EVER mingle with these people, you'll be snobified. The Snob Mob and the Goon Gang are like feuding families. Think of the Capulets and the Montagues in Romeo and Juliet. Their hate is like kitten's play compared to SM and GG.
The only likeness between the two of them is that they love to hate me. As I was saying, I was walking down the hall. Everything looked clear, for the first minute or two. The rest of the day was horrible! The Goon Gang had a new member, John, and the Snob Mob had acquired an enemy. Her name was Liz Deirdre Barstow. She had a dark brown, middle length haircut, flares, and a brilliant blue shirt. I liked her immediately. She stuck up for me at recess, when the SM came after me. She didn't even know me. I became her first friend at WMS, and found out we had a lot in common. She was the youngest of four children, and she only lived 5 minutes away from me! I asked her if she wanted to come over. She said, "Sure, my mother doesn't come home until late any way."
"You have a pretty nice house," Liz said after we finished the tour of my house, and she had called her mom to let her know she may be late.
"I have an even nicer house out back," I said.
"What?" she asked quizzically.
"I'll show you, come on," I said, indicating to the back door. I grabbed my coat, some cookies, and a water bottle. She grabbed her coat and bounded after me into my back yard. I first showed her how to walk like an Indian through the forest. After jumping a few creeks and climbing a cliff, we reached our destination. We had walked for about fifteen minutes.
I stopped at a big oak tree. "Are we there yet?" she inquired.
"Yes." I answered simply. I walked around the back of the tree and pulled an innocent-looking vine. I heard Liz yelp. The rope ladder had fallen down right in front of her. I couldn't help giggling.
"Not funny," she managed to say before she, too, broke into giggles. Little did I know that that rope ladder was the door to another world. I opened the trapdoor of my tree fort. I climbed in and then helped Liz up. "Wow", was all she managed to say. I was amazed at myself when I first built it. My dad goes hunting sometimes, and every once in a while I go with him. The floor of the tree house was covered in deerskin, and I had deer horn and bones for tools. I slipped on my rabbit skin boots and handed Liz a pair. I had made both of them myself. On the wall hung my bow and arrow pack, filled with six arrows
"I made this all myself, and my parents are still wondering where these boards went." I said. She laughed. "I've never shown this to anyone," I confessed.
"I can see why," she replied. All of the sudden, I heard a buzzing noise. It wasn't loud, but it wasn't soft. I could see that Liz heard it too. It got so loud we had to kneel and cover our ears. Then, it stopped. The floor began glowing. We heard a voice.
"You have been chosen." The entire room was glowing. Suddenly, one of the walls shot a bolt of light to the middle of the room. It started forming a ball after every side of the tree fort had given in a surge of energy. The ball spoke again. It repeated its message over and over. I felt my body changing, but I couldn't feel it. It was weird. My lips hardened. I grew. I blacked out.
To see what happens to Chris and Liz, log on to our web site in two months.
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