I was staying with Lilly for a few days when  her friend died.   That being said, she liked the attention I was giving her.   Soon, I was actually enjoying the time with her.  I had some time to get to write about my novel.   But really I was spending time with her.   This is the chapter that I got done:

The next day, I went to the forensic club to talk about the episode of the day.  Really, I had nothing  to lose anymore, so  I thought about being friends with them mo matter how painful a thought.  I tried to think positively, but how could I....it aas forensics club.    I sat down and started to dwell on the situation  at hand.   That was when I decided to start writing for the watty's.

'Of all my years teaching, I could not believe the college students were complaining of  a foul smell on campus ground.  as I kept hearing the word "wendigo" would soon go insane.  that was when I heard the word....."wendigo."

I screamed as the wendigo was not on the lesson plan for the day.  as I went to tell the students that they were going  to fail if they kept saying the word wendigo.  

but it was not untell. I went to my car that I smelled something that smelled like death.  it smelled of decomposition and decay!  as I say this  and smell this, I soon saw the glowing red eyes staring back at me.   that was when I decided that I was overreacting to the  lies on campus.   that being said, it was the wendigo I thought.  but I did not wMt to fuck around and find out.

as I went to really look at it I saw the outline of the wendigo andnits antlers.   as I went closer I smelled its awful breathe as I approached  the wendigo.    soon I was confronted by the giant wendigo that was going to eat me alive.   I soon started to say a prayer.  something I did not believe in doing as I was a man of science.  and only that.   soon I was confronted with the impossible chance that I was going to die att the hands.of a ghost.

that's  what it is.....a ghost and a stupid one at that I thought to myself.    as I backed into my car my heart rate was going up and up.  that was when I decided to drive off. 

I got to get out of hear, and now! I thought as I backed out if the parking lot. 

I was doing 100 in an 80 zone trying to shake off the wendigo but I could see it following me quickly gaining on me as I speed past the police officer In the unmarked car. 

damn thought i said hears the sirens alo following me.   that  was it... how was I going to say that it was the wendigo.  as I went to pull over I thought that it was going to get me for sure.

I heard footsteps but what were they: human or what?

"do you know that you were doing a 100," the officer said. 

"I was trying to get away from something!"

"and what would that be... the wendigo?"

"ummm...yes." I replied. 

"listen there is no such thing as the wendigo you whacky old man..."

"what did you call me," I demanded.

"crazy," he conformed.  "there  is nothing 9f the sort....."   that was when I saw that the wendigo took a chunk out of him.  as I went back to the car I soon realized that the students were right there was something on campus stalking everyone. 

as I went to get my cell and call 911 I soon stopped what I was doing.  I had to get a grip on reality.

this was just before the first smart phone came so I was able to call and text but that was it.

soon I was frightening  as the dispatcher picked up  the phone and I had to say the impossible.

"I need help....something has taken a chunk out of the officer."

"let me guess it was the wendigo?"

"how did you know..."

"listen we get calls about everything here.  just wait and we will get to the bottom of this." 

that was when I should have felt better but it did nothing.  soon I heard the heavy and frightening sound of breathing  as I waited for the authorities to arrive.  this was going to be a long night ad I waited as the red glowing eyes were honing in on me. 

I could not help but feel like this could he the end of me. 

huff-puff

huff-puf

it breathed in and out.'

As I looked up from writing, I saw Jannie there getting ready to go in for the club meeting. As I went in, I really tried to sound and be positive about this shit show. 

"So what are we going to talk about today?"  I said. 

"We are watching new detectives about poisoners," Jannie said, smiling.  "It is one of my favorites  to talk about."

We got into the biology lab, and she playfully blow me a kiss.  I just smiled at her and waved.   Soon, she walked up to me and asked if she could kiss me.

"What about the other members."

"They know...."

"Wha.....how?" I said.

"Your lovely  song about me,"  she said.  Damnit, I  just wanted this video to die for one.  She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.  My heart raced at the thought  of that.  Then she kissed me again.  This time longer, and I was not expected this.  I could not believe that I was literally frenching her.  I could help but think that that was wonderful, but soon, Felix came in and said, "Wow!"

"What," I said. 

"Nothing, I just have to remind my self thst you too are in love, that is all," Felix said.

Soon, the other gifted kids came in, and jannie put on the DVD and started the episode.  It was indeed about some person named Stella.

I was going to sit alone and sulk, but jannie would not allow it.  She sat with me and we started to hold hands.  I smiled at her, but I could not help but think about her smiling at me.

"Thank you for helping me with genie and James," I said.

"You're welcome," she said.  

I smiled at her, actually smiling, and when the end of the episode and the lunch hour.  I felt actually better with this swituation at hand. 

As I went to the history class, something I did not care for was history, especially Canadian history.  I could not help but roll my eyes when they were talking about Louis Reil.and Big Bear.  This was something  I could not use in life.

That was when I started drawing in my sketch book.  I was sketching  Jannie. 

As I drew her portrait, I could not help but think she had delicate and graceful features.   I started to add flowers to the picture.  Not those normal flowers but actual flower pictures that artists draw.  I swore I thought I was good enough to he a tattoo artist.  

Then she looked at my picture and was in awe of it. "That is so awesome."

"Thank you....if the bullying goes out of controll i will be a tattoo artist instead."

"Good idea," she said.  "I am hoping to  be a medical examiner and perform autopsies."

"I was hoping to be a morgue technician one day...."

"You can work for me when we get a little older."

I could not help but laugh at the thought of this.  I actually felt better about the situation I was on now.....the falling in love with January situation....

"Also, I am hoping to have a meeting in my house after school," she stated.  "If that works, I will be doing twice a day meetings for the forensics club."

I smiled the thought of this.  But why twice a day. Once was enough for me.  I thought. But I could be because the others were getting beat up.   I think about this, and it was an annoying senselation fear.   

Soon, I learned about the kid who died of cancer who haunts the school, remember him?  He was a member of the forensic club, too.  It was a rumor among all students  that Jerry, who was the kid .....died of cancer and haunted  the school.  That being said, I could picture anyone  choosing to be in this group of people unless they were gifted.  

I started to daydream my first dat with jannie if that does happen.    Soon, i was seeing something at the corner of my eye.  It looked like someone  who was watching me.  I saw this person at the corner of my eye.....he had red hair and seemed to be skinnier, then Jannie.... it had to be Jerry.

"So what is the story about Jerry?"

"He was my brother," Jannie said.  " he died of a rare cancer, and he was autopsied  by our parents - now my parents."

"Did he have red hair."

"Yes," she said. " And scronnier the me."

"I think i just saw him at the corner of the eye." 

"You saw him."

"Yes...."

"Wow!" 

"When do you want to meet after school."

"This evening!"

"Ok, usually I have a D&D campaign...."

"Can I play this one day."

"Sorry they don't allow green horns," I said.

"Oh, OK!"

I started to pretend that I was reading about the Louis Reil situation.  But soon, I could not pretend anymore.  I could not stand it anymore.  Thank God this was the end of the day. As i went to walk home, I was soon reminded about the extra meeting.  I had to text my father.

Though I could not tell him about genie just yet.  But soon I was going to.  I knew that he was going to blew up about this.

'Also, dad, I met Genie."

'Let's talk about it later."  He didn't show an emoji. This was bad.

As I went to jannie's house, I found that there were the others. As I went in, her corgis greeted me as I was one of the family.  This was good, say the least. 

"Now back to Stella Nickel....." 

We started to talk over pizza and pop.  I personally had an orange crush, and it was refreshing.

At least here we did not run the risk of being beaten up.  This was better.  Then to add was genie dropped of Diasy and her sister.

"Oh good, girls..." jannie said. "Come in, we are just starting." 

I wanted to sit out back and drink my orange crush on my own.  But I was told to stay.  After the Stella Nickel talk, we started to watch the x-files.  Basically, the x-files questioned alien life.   Personally, I couldn't be caught dead watching it. 

I looked at my watch and made a bullshit excuse about homework. That being said, again, I did my homework before leaving school.   I went back home and saw that my father was waiting for me.

"What did I say about genie," he said sternly.

"I was curious, that is it."

"You don't need to be hanging out with her..." He said. "Got it."

"Crystal clear."

"Now do you have homework."

"No," I said.

"Ok," he said. "Go and babysitter your sister."

"Sure." I moaned.

"No more about Genie,"  he said. "I don't want you to be hanging around a poisoner."

"Understood."

I went to relax while Jessie was watching a TV show.  During this time I went to design a tattoo.  I usually do this after school.  Though having another person's name in your skin  was frowned upon in the tattoo community I was drawing  a fire heart with a banner that said "Jannie."

I was going to get this later on when I am 16 years old. As I took the picture and showed it to jannie on my phone.  She thought that my  drawing was good.  She texted me.    Soon I was designing another one. 

Was I in love I think so for sure but I could not help it with her. 

Hours later my father came back and asked how Jessie was doing. 

"Fine," I said.  "She is Watching tv!"

"Still??!!"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"You now know why I can't have you talk to genie,  she is bad news."

"I got you." I said.

"Glad you understand..."

I proofread that chapter and started to make love to Lilly.   She was such a tease when I was writing the above chapter. 

I looked Lilly in her night brown eyes, and we made out for the most part.  "Oh Jimmy!"

She wad moaning my name as I kissed her where i wanted to kiss her.

"That feels good your kisses," she moaned.  "More, please."

I was getting hot and heavy when I heard the odd ring tone that was coming from her phone.   I stop kissing her.

"Who is it,"  I asked.

"Just a friend," Lilly said.   It's nothing to worry about."

I got  suspicious right away.  I got up and  I started to go through her messages.   That was when I saw the name Julio Ramirez, a guy.  

"What in the actual fuck are you talking to a guy when you have me," I said gently but suspicious.

That was when she hung her head I shame and started to talk.   "He is the counter-terrorism expert that I sleep with a few nights ago."

"Why, " I asked.    I was getting annoyed more and more.

"I also am pregnant with his child," she confessed.

"What the hell," I screamed.  "What made you do this."

"It was a moment of weakness," she said.  "I couldn't get over his good looks and his knowledge."

"Are you bi," I asked. I was getting frustrated by the second. "Because i would understand if you just fucking tell me."

"I don't know what to say....." she said, ashamed.   I couldn't handle this shit right now.  She was supposed to be loyal to me but she wasn't.  

"Why did you start talking to this clown?"

"Because it was for my job,"  she screamed out desperation. 

"You know you can't use this as a get out of jail free card."

I walked out and slammed the door as she started to cry.  I couldn't deal with it at this time. 

I went back to my brother's place and started to sound off.    I was angry, but I was also ready to date again.  I had to teach her a lesson.  So, I started to download the Facebook dating.  I usually don't do dating apps because the people there are too talkative and annoying, but I needed some one to talk to.   As I waited for my first match, I was writing just to pass the time:

'When I was stargazing  more so admiring my new swimming pool, it was an above ground pool, and it was just as nice as an in ground pool.  the big dipper was reflecting off the water so nicely that I went to get my camera.  I am a bit of a photographer/astrophotography.  though my astrophotography can be confined to the constellations in the sky.  it was still a good hobby.   as I went to see the big dipper, I saw that the water was residing in the pool, and there was a hole in the side of the pool.  this was unusual, to say the least, as I was just gone for a second.   that when I heard the heavy deep breathing. it sort of sounded human wbut with an echo to it.   it was not ad human after all. it was some sort of entity. 

as I searched the pool, I saw what looked like deer antlers sticking out.  by then, the prized pool was gushing from that hole.  

but what would have this kind of bite  and deer antlers  at the same time.   a wendigo, I will tell you. 

that was when I smelled the worst smell there was, to be honest with you.   it was overwhelming the smell.  as if it was a dead body next to my pool.  

as soon I examined the hole.  I saw what looked lime, rotting blood around the hole...it had to be the wendigo  for sure.

"christ....what the fuck happened here?!"  I roared.  this cost me about 10,000 dollars. and the first night it is ruined. 

I never even got to swim in it for one.  this was more than annoying.  if it could do that to my pool it could do worse on me.  so i went back inside and got a my hunting rifle.   that was when the source of the small was coming to me.

as I cooked the gun I soon found that this little rifle was not doing to do anything  with this thing.   it looked and smelled undead.  it looked sickly and gaunt and it was like a walking skeleton with antlers.   that was when I decided to I has to run back in the house. 

it looked like it had sharp teeth...raider sharp. 

I did not know how strong it was but I was not going to take a chance.    It was some supernatural entity.  so it could he very strong.  

around the edges of its mouth were sports of rotting blood that was consistent with the pattern on my pool.  as I went to go back inside.  as I  did I told my wife that we.had to barekate the doors and lock the window.

"why?" she said.  "what is going on."

"you don't want to know what just happened to the pool."

"what..."

"there is a monster... a wendigo that is put there.  it ate a part of the pool and attempted to eat me."

"really..." she sad.  "....a wendigo."

"Yes as in a wendigo. "

I wad getting frustrated. I heard about this entity before in books and even in the local newspaper.   the other day it took a chunk out a police officer.  so they would not be able to help.   who was i going to call- ghost fucking busters. 

this is not helping the fact that no one actually saw the thing or would not come forward about see this thing. 

someone had to.

so I soon called 911.  and I went to tell them that there was something out there that looked not human but it destroyed most of my pool (and nearly me).

that was when  i heard the thing sounding like it was ramming shoulder into the back door. 

thud

thud

thud

thud

thud.

my heart rate was going up I could feel it.  this was also before the time if smart watches.  so I felt my heart race both with fear and anger.  anger for what it did to my pool. 

soon the thud went away and I turned on All the back lights to expose the wendigo only to see it was gone.  I would not believe it if it were not for the hole in my pool. 

the next morning I surveyed the damage that the pool took.  it looked like it was dented too.  I roared like never before.'

You are wondering why I was writing so early in the evening.  Well, I was witness to an act of bullying.    This was when I was just reading a book for an assignment.  I personally  don't like reading for school.  Personally, I read astronomy books and chicken soup for the teenage soul.  But I had to read dark wing for school.  So I was reading that when I heard the words, "skinny bitch," and the word "gaunt," were being utteres by the other students.  I put my book down, and that was when I heard, "Skinny rando girl." 

"Rando" means random.  That was when I decided that I had had enough of this.   So I was wondering who the source of the voices were. 

It was kari and jeni.   *won't they ever shut the hell up?* I thought to myself.  And then an even meaner thought popped in my head.  But I will not say what it is.

I stand go up to them and flip them off. As I do so, I feel my hair being pulled.   I could not believe what they were going to do next.

"You are....." Kari said.  "For being friends with her." 

They  also went to my locker and pulled out my lunch and snacks, and started to eat them.

"What the f-ck are you doing!" I roared.  That was when my former friends said the unthinkable. 

"Why don't you drop dead."   They jeered.

"Yeah, well, you go first."

"You're dead...."

Thank God for my history teacher was watching.  Now I don't like history, but this one teacher was on my side.  She showed me the video on her phone and said that if no one does anything about this that she will. 

I said thank you. And went on my way.  But I could not help but feel like  I was being targeted for who I chose to be.   As I  went to English class, I could not help but feel that the history teacher who was a former law student was actually helping me.   I wanted to say what the hell was on my mind, but I could not say  very much.

'I live for the moment, Class got you open, "

[Verse 1]

Yo, now is you ready for the man stepping in with the heavy artillery

Both hands cocked to the back, ready and willingly

Spit fire over tracks. You ain't feeling me

Judging how I look not by lyrical abilities

Please, this is for my people in the background

Staying out the limelight, molding how a track sounds

Walk with my Cap Down

Class never back down

Weigh bout a half pound

Fight to the last round

And keep moving, I'm like Parker Lewis, can't lose

I got ya running man, with or without Dance Moves

I don't get bad moods. Sometimes, I'm just pissed off

Drive by in your ride, wave high, and you'll get flipped off

It's like that. All I do is write raps

Drop beats for hype tracks, smoke weed for nightcaps

Step up, we'll strike back, listen how I word it

Always underground, but I'll rise to the surface

Chuckyy 'My World' Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified

[Hook]

Getting you dem of the heavy artillery

That's why all the girls them love we

Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies

Cause we enemy we wanna come hurt we

And then hold an apology

Cause ya know we have the heavy artillery

Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies

Cause we enemy we want come hurt we

[Verse 2]

Now when I'm dyin' at home I wanna picture on my headstone

My microphone, 2 tables, and my headphones

Cross fader, triton, and the MPC

Resting here 'Dope producer slash MC'

But let's move. Sometimes I wild out and wanna let loose

Smoke weed, drink booze for an excuse

I'm in the wrong state of mind

All you flashy rappers talking, I'm here to take your shine

Take your props, make em mine, so how ya like me now

I see your tempers rising. You wanna strike me down

But I will stay here, and whether or not I play fair

Depends on these rappers acting like they need some daycare

Children stop playing, start building

I don't care who ya know or if you pushed a hard million

It's hard dealing, I'm almost ready to explode

Everybody wanna hate, but we really gotta grow. Let's go,' 

I was listening to the song to repeat.  That was when I decided to think of a way to help this situation.  I was looking at the ancourt room  scene  in the history book. That was when I decided to try something different than putting my fist through the girls.  

I was going to "sew" them for what they were worth.

I went to school and actually did something about this.  But it was not a once and for all nuclear option.   When I got to school, I talked to the history teacher....Mrs. Greene. 

She was a blonde short haired woman who had a compassionate face.

"Do you mind if I took the jeni and Kari to court."

"You mean like a mock lawsuit."

"Yes, no money; no bullshit .....just justice."

"It would not be a bad idea.  And please watch your language."

Certainly, I was happy about this, but I could not help but think I needed to actually tell my father, but I could not afford him to think I was the troublemaker.  Sooner or later, I would have to tell him, but I wanted to show I could handle my own shit.  But boy, was i wrong.

The day of the mock court was coming up, and i thought that I was going to be bullied again.  I was trying to read the last bit of dark wing.  That was when Kari asked if she needed a lawyer. Then she laughed.

I could not stand her.  Why was  i friends with her since kindergarten was beyond me.  Maybe at that age, I thought she was a good person. But even a serial killer would have seemed nice at thar age.  You did not know any betters as a little kid.  That was annoying, to say the least.  You want to be friends with everyone.

I will be having a tall with my sister tonight, I thought.  As I went to "court," I was telling everyone what jannie and I went through.  As I played lawyer, I could help but think that I was being played for and that I was going to be beat up. 

You don't know what these girls would do.  Something these normal people would be very frightening at times.  But I could not help but think that my instinct was right.  As I went to go out for break, the two idiots were waiting for me, and  they tried to start a fight.

I was trying to fight them off, and they cut a strand of hair.  This was more than we hate you... it was we wanted to shame you. That was annoying, to say the least.  But it was more than annoying it wad traumatic.  As I started to think that maybe I could switch schools, I could not help but tell my father about this whole shit show. 

But then I got cold feet and I wanted to fix this myself.  That was when I decided to say the actual words.  "Dad Kari cut my hair."

I showed him my hair. 

"Shit, why..." He asked.

"Because they are mean and stupid.  I think...."

"You know I never trusted her in that sense."

Then a ding and another ding, someone was contacting me. I took a look at a girl named Kitty Shakespeare. I did not know if that was her real name or if it was a pen name.

She looked hot, and she looked like a skater and surfer chick. She was blonde with blue eyes slim and her septum stacked. Stacked is a stretching technique for septum piercings. It is supposedly for girls. This kitty girl was. And that was just from the picture.

Kittycat: Hello there

Altergirl89: Hey, how are you?

Kittycat: Good and you? I hear you are looking for a girlfriend.

Altergirl89: Yes, the last one cheated on me.

Kittycat: Would you like to meet for coffee.

Altergirl89: Sure.

Kittycat: Do you kiss the first time?

Altergirl89: If you want!

From there, i told her that I was a writer and interested in being a tattoo artist one day.

"Bryan, I am going for a coffee," I called out and started to walk out. But as i walked out, his girlfriend was coming in.

I went to the coffee shop that I said was my favorite. Which was a cup of Joe's just at the corner. As I approached the cafe, I immediately saw kitty. That was when she came and kissed me on the cheek.

"How are you," she asked.

"Still rotten."

"What do you want to do," she asked. " I would like to get a tattoo."

"I can do that, but I need my Chai latte first."

"You like Chai too." She asked.

"Yes!"

"That is so cool," Kitty said.

I went to get our Chai lattes, and we headed to the little tattoo parlor that I go to regularly. But I really wanted to get matching tattoos. It was supposed to be a skull tattoo that we were getting, and I knew where to get it.

Kitty loved skulls, too. Which was good. And I good sign.

That was when Kitty told me wad straight up lesbian and loyal.

"My ex chested on me with a man," she said.

"Mine too!"

This was a good sign that we were here for each other. But Kitty was annoyed with the shark that I was going to do battle with. She also wanted to teach me to surf and skate board.