It reached the day for the court case to take place, something which everyone had been anticipating. Noah wheeled himself into the gallery, whilst his body guard followed suit. Scott was standing in the dock and facing the jugde, whilst everyone was seated in the gallery. Waiting for everything to begin. November sat beside his mother, he was wearing a suit that day. He and his squad had been busy, going over to meet the men Noah had bribed and threatening them. It was quite easy and they had all agreed to do the right thing. This was unbeknownst to Noah, who had thought things would end up in his favor that day.And then the case began, with that the families of Abulterin victim narrating how the drugs had killed their loved once. Noah was boiling in his seat but he managed to blew out calm breaths to ease himself.Scott Andrews, his step brother narrated everything from how it all began. How Noah had refused to listen to him when Albuterin started killing people.Harriet Calhoun
It was time to leave. All the squad had gathered at Macey's home to help November and his mom pack. Captain, Styles, Edmond, Jeremy and Presley. Bradley didn't pay any attention to Sheriff Brightside who still held a grudge toward him for killing his deputy three months ago.Bradley was there because of November. Macey had managed to get her act together, she pulled November away from everyone so she could speak with him."Will you save people if aliens show up there?" She asked him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear."Why, yes. I'm not the Mysterious N for nothing," November gave out a slight shoulder shrug then smiled at Macey."I'll take it that we wouldn't have been best friends if this alien invasion never took place?" "You're right. We were the weird and the bullied."Macey smiled but it didn't reach her eyes."And I have loved you this entire time," she confessed at last, stunning November who had his eyes raised in their sockets.He accidentally flew up to the sky, le
The heavy fans on the ceiling swung lazily, reducing the smell of several dishes radiating in the atmosphere, but that of a baking pizza bagel was powerful enough to not wither away.November Calhoun knew the evening wouldn't end well for him when he stood in front of the boys' table."I'll like a strawberry smoothie," Ivar Johansson told him, trying so hard to suppress laughter that seemed to be bubbling inside his chest."Same, shitface," Chase added, with a sick grin on his face as he folded his arms across his chest. While November just gave them a nod, deciding he wouldn't let their behavior get through him because they were his bullies from school. If they weren't slamming him against his locker or forcing him to do their assignment, they made fun of his outfit.November turned around to go get their order when Ivar called him back."Anything else?" November whirled his head around to face the Asian-American boy."Just a little piece of advice, dingle-dick. Stop wearing such awf
November's heavy eyelids fluttered open at the buzz of the alarm. He fully opened his eyes and then gazed right at the ceiling. It seemed as though he was having a nightmare after all. But his brain felt like it got smashed and patched up. Like doctors did a craniotomy on himIt was morning and he was meant to prepare himself for school. Another day of surviving in the hellhole with a bunch of bullies. He thought and then puffed out a distressed breath, and then flinched when he felt his body floating from the bed."Holy Dumbledore, this must be some sort of illusion!" He shrieked when he noticed that he was a foot away from the ceiling. "Jesus H. Christ!" He scream, shuddering violently just as the duvet slipped from my body and fell back on the bed. "This isn't happening! Shit! Shit! Shit!""November!" His ears went on full alert when his mom's voice boomed through the thin walls.That means last night wasn't a dream? The alien ships and their missiles, ground breaking, buildings
He stopped his bike at its usual spot and then merged into the crowd of students who were pouring into the hallway.School seemed normal, but the kids weren't. Some were exhibiting different kinds of powers like superheroes while a few walked around like zombies. The hallway was noisier than November lowered his head down because he didn't want anyone to know he was infected. All he had to do was to act surprised like every other non-infected teen."Watch out!" Someone yelled when he accidentally bumped into him and the boy detached his arm from his body and threw it at November. But November's quirk made him dodge and the arm went colliding with another person's jaw."Who hit me?" Yelled the boy who got a smack on his jaw. His face was seething in red as he turned around, surveying the face of everyone.But there was no response.The hand on the floor floated up and connected its owner's body. "I did. Watcha gonna do, pudding face?" He challenged, folding his arms across his chest
November managed to survive school for the whole day, although it was kind of devoid because seventeen students were confiscated.When school dismissed, he headed to Mrs. Thompson. The middle-aged woman helped in looking after his younger sister after she got picked up from the playground by his mom. Stacey was quiet the whole time he made her lunch but didn't call him a freak anymore. He let her watch SpongeBob SquarePants for two hours, then took her back to Mrs. Thompsons, after telling some lie about a project at school.Then he headed to Macey's. Through her window because her elder brother was mourning his girlfriend who died during last night's alien invasion. "How did you escape?" November asked Macey, referring to what happened earlier at school."Well, I was in class before their arrival, so I escaped through a window," Macey explained. "How many were caught?""Seventeen,""Woah, that's quite a lot."November nodded."We've been neighbors for two years and this is my first
Fear was something he had dealt with ever since he relocated to Indiana. Being constantly bullied by the jocks at school tensed him and he repeatedly swiveled his head to cast a shoulder glance whenever he walked, because someone was always out to bully him. Hit him till he coughed up blood or grab his boxers through his pants trousers until he squealed like a girl and wet himself inside the male's locker room. The fear made him unable to think straight and controlled every part of his body because he had been traumatized by his bullies. There were times when he heard Chase's voice from afar, and he found himself struggling to open his unlocked locker. Because fear always crept in. The fear of what Chase might do to him.But the fear as of now was different from the usual he always had. Because four thieves were firing shots into the air with their guns.Screams filled up the atmosphere and people were running around, trying to hide."Everybody, on the floor!" One of the thieves aggr
November was still trying to wrap his head around the whole news that his little sister, Stacey Calhoun whom he dropped off at Mrs. Thompson's had gone missing. No, not missing but kidnapped. Abducted by Mrs. Thompson herself. Good God.The jovial, seventy-two years old woman warmly took his sister off his hands and pulled her in, with a smile hanging on her lips.There he was, having quirks and his sister was missing on this same day.Why? He had been asking himself for over twenty minutes as he watched his mom throw a tantrum and the police officers repeating the same 'Calm down, Mrs. Calhoun' until they drove off in their car.Hands on his hips, November paced back and forth on the flattened grass area, pondering why Mrs. Thompson would kidnap a four-year-old. What exactly were her intentions? He figured he had to do something before it gets to the next day. And needed Macey Brightside right now, the girl he was trying to stay away from because of her assertiveness that might lead