Buoysel
July 6th, 2008, 02:37 AM
This Is Home
Brief Summary
In a world without Pokémon, a young boy is about to unwillingly begin on the greatest adventure of all time. The fate of two worlds will lie solely in his and a friend’s hands that he has yet to meet.
Chapter 1: First Day
“Eat your breakfast. You’re going to be late for your first day,” Mr. Wilson said while he read the morning newspaper.
The middle aged man was dressed in light-blue shirt that buttoned up in the front. He wore a pair of black slacks that came short of his neatly tied black dress shoes by a couple of millimeters. He pushed up a pair of black glasses back to their original position on his nose. His perfectly combed dark brown hair seemed to give him a professional appearance.
Taylor, the boy who sat across from him at the square kitchen table looked up from his bowl of cereal. He was dressed in a yellow tee-shirt. It had a small blue circular logo of some sorts on the upper part of the left chest area. His loose fitting blue jeans draped down over the top of his grey and black teeny shoes. He had a small black digital wrist watch on his right arm. The untamed blond hair seemed to go every which way, in what appeared to be a rebellion to the otherwise tidy looking child.
Taylor pushed the spoon he held in his hand down through the layer of cheerio’s that floated at the surface of the milk. “Dad, I can only eat so fast. And besides, if you had gotten me up earlier, then we wouldn’t be having this problem.” He raised the spoon out of the bowl and opened his mouth as a few drops of milk dripped off the bottom of the spoon.
“What, aren’t old enough to get up by yourself?” Mr. Taylor inquired.
“You know,” objected Taylor with a mouth full of cereal and milk, “if I had an alarm clock that worked, it wouldn’t be so hard.”
“Okay, you got me there,” said his father. “Now stop talking with your mouth full and finish your cereal.”
“Fine,” Taylor replied and continued to eat as fast as he could.
“If you hurry you may still be able to catch the school bus,” Mr. Wilson informed Taylor.
“Just what I always wanted, to ride the school bus to the first days of Jr. High,” Taylor replied in a low sarcastic tone.
***
“Are you ready?” his father asked.
“Yeah, I think so. I hope so,” Taylor spoke nervously as he walked towards the passenger side of his dad’s dark blue Dodge Durango.
They opened the front door on either side and climbed in on the side at which they stood. Taylor climbed in and placed his orange and black backpack in the floorboard in between his feet. With his left hand he buckled the seatbelt with little though, it was almost instinct. He patiently waited for his father to start the vehicle and drive away.
His father climbed in the driver side and sat his stainless steel coffee cup down in the center console. He placed the keys in the ignition and turned them to the start position and held it there while the starter turned the engine. The engine roared to life, his father let go of the key and it snapped back into the on location. His father finished gathering himself in to the SUV. He pulled the door closed and reached for his seatbelt with his right hand in a similar fashion to Taylor.
They rode in silence to end of the block were Mr. Willison stopped. They had reached the designated bus stop.
“Have a good day,” Mr. Wilson said, as Taylor opened the passenger door of the Durango.
“You too, with your new job and all,” Taylor said to his dad as he exited the SUV.
“I will, you be careful, don’t start any trouble. I can’t leave my new job until the end of the day, so you will be stuck at school if anything happens.”
“Ok, I won’t start any, but I might finish it,” Taylor stated with a grin, obviously joking.
Taylor was not the type of person to back down from bullies. He has been in a few fights, but all were defending himself. His dad knew that he would be ok. The school was a good school and there was a zero tolerance policy for bulling. He closed the passenger door and his dad drove off.
Impatiently waiting for the bus he looked to the north were the vehicle would eventually come from. A thick blanket of fog rolled in from behind him as he turned to look to the south to make sure he had not missed the big yellow twinkie.
“Where did this fog come from?” Taylor though aloud. He turned around to try to see the source of the mist.
The fog made it extremely hard to see more than a few feet. Taylor was startled to see a light appear in the distance. It appeared to be originated by a pair of headlights from a car in the distance. The lights seemed to be moving very slowly in his direction. Several agonizing minutes had passed and the object had only come half as close as what it had first started. Taylor was now understandably afraid for his well being. As the object drew even nearer, he could not help but noticing that the light was not a pair of headlights. The light was being omitted by an orb. Taylor could not make out the exact size of the mysterious orb of light, because the light seemed to bounce off the moisture in the air. With every inch it grew nearer, it appeared to fade a little.
He heard the familiar noise of the diesel engine as it pulled the school bus along the road. He slightly turned his head to the right, but did not to let the light orb out of his view. He saw what he was hoping for, the headlights that belonged to the bus. He turned his full attention once again to the light orb. It must have heard the bus coming as well, because it had doubled in speed, but it also doubled the rate at which it disappeared. It was less than ten feet in front of him when it completely disappeared.
The occupants on the bus would have just been able to see the unexplained object if they had been a second earlier. The school bus came to a stop behind him. Taylor quickly turned around and briskly walked to the open door, and safety.
As he put his right foot on the first step he felt a short bust of a slight breeze that smelled of a forest. He dismissed the smell as nothing more than a hallucination.
“Are you okay?” the older male bus driver asked. “Your face is all pale, you look like you have seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine,” Taylor replied quickly. “I think,” he added under his breath, as he sat down in the first seat that was available behind the driver. The doors on the bus closed, and the large yellow vehicle left the scene of the incident.
And with that, he was on his way to school for the first day.
Brief Summary
In a world without Pokémon, a young boy is about to unwillingly begin on the greatest adventure of all time. The fate of two worlds will lie solely in his and a friend’s hands that he has yet to meet.
Chapter 1: First Day
“Eat your breakfast. You’re going to be late for your first day,” Mr. Wilson said while he read the morning newspaper.
The middle aged man was dressed in light-blue shirt that buttoned up in the front. He wore a pair of black slacks that came short of his neatly tied black dress shoes by a couple of millimeters. He pushed up a pair of black glasses back to their original position on his nose. His perfectly combed dark brown hair seemed to give him a professional appearance.
Taylor, the boy who sat across from him at the square kitchen table looked up from his bowl of cereal. He was dressed in a yellow tee-shirt. It had a small blue circular logo of some sorts on the upper part of the left chest area. His loose fitting blue jeans draped down over the top of his grey and black teeny shoes. He had a small black digital wrist watch on his right arm. The untamed blond hair seemed to go every which way, in what appeared to be a rebellion to the otherwise tidy looking child.
Taylor pushed the spoon he held in his hand down through the layer of cheerio’s that floated at the surface of the milk. “Dad, I can only eat so fast. And besides, if you had gotten me up earlier, then we wouldn’t be having this problem.” He raised the spoon out of the bowl and opened his mouth as a few drops of milk dripped off the bottom of the spoon.
“What, aren’t old enough to get up by yourself?” Mr. Taylor inquired.
“You know,” objected Taylor with a mouth full of cereal and milk, “if I had an alarm clock that worked, it wouldn’t be so hard.”
“Okay, you got me there,” said his father. “Now stop talking with your mouth full and finish your cereal.”
“Fine,” Taylor replied and continued to eat as fast as he could.
“If you hurry you may still be able to catch the school bus,” Mr. Wilson informed Taylor.
“Just what I always wanted, to ride the school bus to the first days of Jr. High,” Taylor replied in a low sarcastic tone.
***
“Are you ready?” his father asked.
“Yeah, I think so. I hope so,” Taylor spoke nervously as he walked towards the passenger side of his dad’s dark blue Dodge Durango.
They opened the front door on either side and climbed in on the side at which they stood. Taylor climbed in and placed his orange and black backpack in the floorboard in between his feet. With his left hand he buckled the seatbelt with little though, it was almost instinct. He patiently waited for his father to start the vehicle and drive away.
His father climbed in the driver side and sat his stainless steel coffee cup down in the center console. He placed the keys in the ignition and turned them to the start position and held it there while the starter turned the engine. The engine roared to life, his father let go of the key and it snapped back into the on location. His father finished gathering himself in to the SUV. He pulled the door closed and reached for his seatbelt with his right hand in a similar fashion to Taylor.
They rode in silence to end of the block were Mr. Willison stopped. They had reached the designated bus stop.
“Have a good day,” Mr. Wilson said, as Taylor opened the passenger door of the Durango.
“You too, with your new job and all,” Taylor said to his dad as he exited the SUV.
“I will, you be careful, don’t start any trouble. I can’t leave my new job until the end of the day, so you will be stuck at school if anything happens.”
“Ok, I won’t start any, but I might finish it,” Taylor stated with a grin, obviously joking.
Taylor was not the type of person to back down from bullies. He has been in a few fights, but all were defending himself. His dad knew that he would be ok. The school was a good school and there was a zero tolerance policy for bulling. He closed the passenger door and his dad drove off.
Impatiently waiting for the bus he looked to the north were the vehicle would eventually come from. A thick blanket of fog rolled in from behind him as he turned to look to the south to make sure he had not missed the big yellow twinkie.
“Where did this fog come from?” Taylor though aloud. He turned around to try to see the source of the mist.
The fog made it extremely hard to see more than a few feet. Taylor was startled to see a light appear in the distance. It appeared to be originated by a pair of headlights from a car in the distance. The lights seemed to be moving very slowly in his direction. Several agonizing minutes had passed and the object had only come half as close as what it had first started. Taylor was now understandably afraid for his well being. As the object drew even nearer, he could not help but noticing that the light was not a pair of headlights. The light was being omitted by an orb. Taylor could not make out the exact size of the mysterious orb of light, because the light seemed to bounce off the moisture in the air. With every inch it grew nearer, it appeared to fade a little.
He heard the familiar noise of the diesel engine as it pulled the school bus along the road. He slightly turned his head to the right, but did not to let the light orb out of his view. He saw what he was hoping for, the headlights that belonged to the bus. He turned his full attention once again to the light orb. It must have heard the bus coming as well, because it had doubled in speed, but it also doubled the rate at which it disappeared. It was less than ten feet in front of him when it completely disappeared.
The occupants on the bus would have just been able to see the unexplained object if they had been a second earlier. The school bus came to a stop behind him. Taylor quickly turned around and briskly walked to the open door, and safety.
As he put his right foot on the first step he felt a short bust of a slight breeze that smelled of a forest. He dismissed the smell as nothing more than a hallucination.
“Are you okay?” the older male bus driver asked. “Your face is all pale, you look like you have seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine,” Taylor replied quickly. “I think,” he added under his breath, as he sat down in the first seat that was available behind the driver. The doors on the bus closed, and the large yellow vehicle left the scene of the incident.
And with that, he was on his way to school for the first day.