"Just There" By: Diego Diaz
well ive been working on a story. check out chapters 1 and 2!
Chapter 1: The Arrival
West Point High School had always had the same students. There hadn't been a new student, teacher, even janitor in 50 years. That all changed on Friday, the 13th of October. He walked down the halls, all staring at him in awe. "Is that a new kid? Everyone was shocked, but Willard Spellman did not mind at all. He walked on in his worn out jeans, dirty Chucks, and black sweater. Usually new kids strive for attention. But at WPH (West Point High) he didn't need to. He stood out, attention was inevitable.
The teachers weren't too strange towards Willard or "Will" as he preferred to be called, one of the only times he'd actually speak. His 1st period was Algebra II. He wasn't the brain of the class, but he got by. This seemed to be repetitive for all of his classes. A question was asked, his hand shot up, and he was usually correct. A timid boy? - not at all, an abnormal one? - yes.
At lunch he sat by himself on a bench beneath a tree that overlooked the whole patio and ate nothing. Instead he had a notebook. In his notebook he would write notes on all of his fellow pupils but of course they were too blind to see what he was up to. They never paid attention to Will. He was, as they'd say, "Just there." He would never let anyone see his book - no one. A couple weeks had gone by and Will's routine had yet to change.
Prinicpal Clensington called up the Spellmans one afternoon.
"Your son seems to be quite, uh, unique. Yes, unique."
"And this is a problem, ma'am?" Kerry Spellman spoke, confused.
"It's just that here, at West Point, we encourage interaction amongst the students, especially the sophmores."
Of course Will would have loved to "interact" with the others at this new alien land, but the question, ultimately, was did they? Each day the naked pages of the notebook would fill wuth such vivid detalis of the events, rumors, and actions that took place at WP. He was always out of place until one day he was at the wrong place.
Chapter 2: Book of Truth
It was October 30th, a thursday. Will loved Halloween. He appreciated the ancient Celtic roots as well as the pop culture version of dressing up and begging for candy. Everyone could be what or who they wanted, they could lie all night. But as Will saw it, those at his school always lied anyway, about their true identities. By this time, a few students had begun to speak to him, but only to aks dull questions like the time or to borrow a pencil. But Will would hardly speak to them. He felt that doing so would be a waste of precious writing time.
The night of All Hallow's Eve had arrived. The Spellman's had been invited to an exclusive West Point party. Will had decided to not attend. He told his parents he'd spend the night watching scary movies on TV. Instead, Will had planned to go out that night. he had never written in his "Book of Truth" as he had come to call it outside of school. Tonight, he would. He had found an invitation to a party at Brett Wilson's house, one of the most popular kids at school, a jock nonetheless. he dressed in a mask of Freddy Kruger.
He arrived at the "castle" at 8:00 sharp. It had been overly dressed up with,no doubt, imported mechanical bats and actual body parts in the punch bowl. Will smirked at this thought, one of the few times he had a facial expression. He rang the doorbell and Kelly Johnson answered wearing a way - to - revealiong witch costume. She had no idea that it was Will. He was about 5'5 and blonde like most of the kids at his school.
"Hey! Who's that? Craig, is that you? Figures you'd dress as Jason!" Will had no intentions to correct the ditzy girl. He nodded and walked in. The house was filled with elaborate black and orange streamers, tarot card readers, actors dressed up as vampires and zombies, and a big screen TV showing "The Exorcist". He automatically ran to the nearest bathroom and wrote in the Book of Truths as fast as his fingers would let him. Going to that party would change Will's life - forever.
Chapter 1: The Arrival
West Point High School had always had the same students. There hadn't been a new student, teacher, even janitor in 50 years. That all changed on Friday, the 13th of October. He walked down the halls, all staring at him in awe. "Is that a new kid? Everyone was shocked, but Willard Spellman did not mind at all. He walked on in his worn out jeans, dirty Chucks, and black sweater. Usually new kids strive for attention. But at WPH (West Point High) he didn't need to. He stood out, attention was inevitable.
The teachers weren't too strange towards Willard or "Will" as he preferred to be called, one of the only times he'd actually speak. His 1st period was Algebra II. He wasn't the brain of the class, but he got by. This seemed to be repetitive for all of his classes. A question was asked, his hand shot up, and he was usually correct. A timid boy? - not at all, an abnormal one? - yes.
At lunch he sat by himself on a bench beneath a tree that overlooked the whole patio and ate nothing. Instead he had a notebook. In his notebook he would write notes on all of his fellow pupils but of course they were too blind to see what he was up to. They never paid attention to Will. He was, as they'd say, "Just there." He would never let anyone see his book - no one. A couple weeks had gone by and Will's routine had yet to change.
Prinicpal Clensington called up the Spellmans one afternoon.
"Your son seems to be quite, uh, unique. Yes, unique."
"And this is a problem, ma'am?" Kerry Spellman spoke, confused.
"It's just that here, at West Point, we encourage interaction amongst the students, especially the sophmores."
Of course Will would have loved to "interact" with the others at this new alien land, but the question, ultimately, was did they? Each day the naked pages of the notebook would fill wuth such vivid detalis of the events, rumors, and actions that took place at WP. He was always out of place until one day he was at the wrong place.
Chapter 2: Book of Truth
It was October 30th, a thursday. Will loved Halloween. He appreciated the ancient Celtic roots as well as the pop culture version of dressing up and begging for candy. Everyone could be what or who they wanted, they could lie all night. But as Will saw it, those at his school always lied anyway, about their true identities. By this time, a few students had begun to speak to him, but only to aks dull questions like the time or to borrow a pencil. But Will would hardly speak to them. He felt that doing so would be a waste of precious writing time.
The night of All Hallow's Eve had arrived. The Spellman's had been invited to an exclusive West Point party. Will had decided to not attend. He told his parents he'd spend the night watching scary movies on TV. Instead, Will had planned to go out that night. he had never written in his "Book of Truth" as he had come to call it outside of school. Tonight, he would. He had found an invitation to a party at Brett Wilson's house, one of the most popular kids at school, a jock nonetheless. he dressed in a mask of Freddy Kruger.
He arrived at the "castle" at 8:00 sharp. It had been overly dressed up with,no doubt, imported mechanical bats and actual body parts in the punch bowl. Will smirked at this thought, one of the few times he had a facial expression. He rang the doorbell and Kelly Johnson answered wearing a way - to - revealiong witch costume. She had no idea that it was Will. He was about 5'5 and blonde like most of the kids at his school.
"Hey! Who's that? Craig, is that you? Figures you'd dress as Jason!" Will had no intentions to correct the ditzy girl. He nodded and walked in. The house was filled with elaborate black and orange streamers, tarot card readers, actors dressed up as vampires and zombies, and a big screen TV showing "The Exorcist". He automatically ran to the nearest bathroom and wrote in the Book of Truths as fast as his fingers would let him. Going to that party would change Will's life - forever.