Short Novel

Greetings readers, this is just a phase I'm going through and thus I have decided to write a short novel and updating it every week (if possible). Just a key reminder though that this novel is FICTIONAL and all the characters are made up. Hope you enjoy it.

TWISTED MIND : PROLOGUE

You know back in the good old days back when you were a kid? Happy life, cool friends, nagging parent's and also free of hassle? Basically the good life at the beginning of it all. Well what do you do if in reality your life is way far than those factors and in seems like those kind of things are a fairy tale life to you?

Let's put it in my shoes, migrant person (me no understand your language), across the world from your kind of people and to top it all off a miserable person at home and you are actually running away from your loved ones, and for a good reason too.....

“ Dude, seriously what the hell man; quit your fantasy and come back to reality” a familiar voice said to me, I turn around and it's my bud Jeffrey Tanning looking at me with an irritated face which I am all to dull to care for anymore. “Hey Jeff, dull day morning huh?” I said to him while already knowing the repercussion of saying it. “Morning? Dude seriously it's noon you twit, get you-” before he could finish the sentence a prefect (which also considered by most freshman to be an honorable post, but for me a senior and a former one who used to bare the same post ; I can tell you this, we do a heck of a lot more dishonorable things than normal student's).

“Strife?” said the prefect with a sneer on her face, ahhhh good old Christine Paulman; respected deputy head prefect also the Head prefects lover...and also still pissed that I punched him 2 years ago back when I was still in the force for some dispute. “Yeah? What's the deal C?” I replied without even looking at her annoying face. “The headmistress is calling for you” she said with a bit of venom to her voice, she's definitely still pissed I broke her lovers nose and left it at a permanent state of crookedness. Without even replying I picked my back pack and headed out the class, really felt like a convict from death row heading to his sentence by the stares and looks from my classmates; being escorted by a prefect who literally hates me does not help with the situation either.

I reached the supposedly execution chamber or in another term it's called the headmistress or principal's office, depends which region you are from. I give a curt nod to her secretary who ushers me in with the body language that tells me that she hates my American guts. “Mr Dalamante, do come in” said the principal without moving her eye contact from her computer screen, probably fiddling around with e-bay finding a new item to buy at the expense of her husband's credit card. “Mrs Oliver” I acknowledged her as I made myself comfortable in the chair in front of her desk. “Mr Dalamante, it seems you have been up to no good again now are you?” she said with a stern face. “What did I do this time?” I asked while thinking of all the stuff I pull off this week alone and which one got me busted, Smoking in school? Cutting classes? Puncturing the new teacher's Prius tires? . “It seems to me that you have vandalized our school's south wall with your personal touch?” she said while fiddling my student file, I nearly grinned looking at the size of it since I was here only 3 years back; nearly wanted to boast on how thick it was compared to then. “What do you mean ma'am?” I said with an American slang. “Don't toy with me young man, I know you did it cause you wrote your name on it!” she yelled and slammed a photo in front of me.

I was far to familiar with what was the fuss,the south wall of the school had a spray painted insignia, a drake writhing in a lake of fire with two swords as it's front fangs and under the insignia was a Spanish caption and my name. I looked at it for some time, and finally looked at her. “How much would it cost to pay to fix the whole school?”. “ I beg your pardon?” she said stunned. I took out a cheque book and scribbled down an estimated amount for the repairs and passed the cheque to her and got up from my chair. “Sit down boy, we are not finished!” she screamed and then a loud bang kicked in. The entire room shook and screaming of students and staff we heard everywhere. “What in hell's name is that?” she screamed, this time out of fear, which I found amusing for a 53 year old lady who always said in assemblies that she has conquered her fears and succeeded in her life; well apparently this situation was not in her resume .

I peeked through the blinds of her office window, I saw a whole bunch of guys, in supposedly a royal army uniforms, they were storming the south wall which was now a pile of rubble. I knew the faction of this squad of guys with their red and blue attire and it made my mouth taste like bile. “Well ma'am it seems I am dropping out early” I said while packing my back pack up and taking out a small mineral bottle filled with gasoline. “Wha-what?” she said with a surprised face. “These people know me and I am afraid that if I don't go somebody might get dragged into our personal vendetta” I said as I opened her window after all member's of the squad were already over the south wall and beyond view. “you know these hoodlums?” she asked with a rattled voice.

“Yeah, me and these bunch of people go way back, they must be looking for me” I said as I pulled out my lighter and toss gasoline over my file and torched it. “What are you doing? Who in god's name are they!?” she demanded, she was confused and fearful for she no longer had an understanding on the situation at hand. I clambered halfway out of her office window and replied with an evil grin “Their my relatives looking for my head” and then I jumped down into the bushes and headed out of the destroyed south wall and sprinted down the alley, away from getting caught by the traitorous bastards that are hunting for me.