Reflection 12/13/13

This week was decent I guess. There was a lot going on. I had a bunch of tests that were pretty difficult. I had a World Studies test that I didn't do the greatest on and I don’t even know what I got on my Geometry test. I got a break in Chemistry because my teacher had to go somewhere. But I took that time to study so I’ll be ready when he reschedules. My friend came over for the weekend which was pretty cool. On Sunday, I just watched football and did homework. I’m glad that winter break comes after this week.

Reflection 12/1/13

This week was alright. It was good to know that we only had two days of school until we got to go on Thanksgiving Break. Usually, my family goes out of town for Thanksgiving, but this year we stayed at home. I was fine with that because I hate sitting in the car for an 8 hour drive. This year, my mom was going to cook but my dad, my sister and I didn’t want her to since December 1rst is her birthday. We decided to go out to a restaurant and even though it wasn’t what we usually do, it was I still had a good Thanksgiving.

Reflection 11/24/13

This week was decent. Nothing really interesting happened. It was a regular week. I did have a few quizzes and tests and whatnot. Some I did better on than others. But I guess the highlight of the week was watching the Half the Sky documentary in my World Studies class. It really opened my eyes to how bad thing were in other countries and how the oppression of women is even worse. It was actually pretty interesting to watch. The only downside is that we have to write an essay about it too. So I worked on that over the weekend and worked on the music video for English as well.

Reflection 11/18/13

Reflection 11/18/13

This week was pretty cool. We didn't come back until Wednesday so I got some extra time to sleep. I didn't do much over the time off though. Tuesday was report card pickup. I wasn't worried or anything though. I had been doing what I needed to do in all of my classes and my grades were good. The only class I was worried about was Chemistry, but I ended up pulling a B in that class as well as World Studies. I just have to make sure that I keep those grades up. I didn't do much this weekend either. It was only because I had extracurricular programs to go to and stuff. I ended Sunday by watching football so it was a pretty good weekend.

Reflection 11/10/13

Reflection 11/10/13

This week was decent I guess. I had a lot of tests and that kind of sucked. I did pretty well on them so I can’t really complain. There was a meeting for new lacrosse players on Thursday so I went to that. It was pretty cool. On Friday, I was kind of tired so I stayed at home. On Saturday, there was this editorial board meeting I had to go to. It’s only three hours and the people over there are cool. After the board meeting, I hung out with some of my friends at Dave and Busters. We were laughing at everything the whole time. It was pretty fun. On Sunday, I just watched football for the whole day.

Reflection 11/3/13

Reflection 11/3/13

     This week was decent, especially since it was a shorter week. One of the best thins about this week was that I passed the state driver education exam so that now I can get my permit. I can’t wait to drive and it’s good knowing that I’m a step closer to getting my license.

     Thursday, which was Halloween was kind of fun as well. Some of my friends came over after school and we went around my neighborhood scaring people. It was pretty funny until security came and told us to stop. My friends and I were cool about the whole thing because it wasn't a big deal but even after we were walking back to my house, the officers still followed us.

     The rest of the weekend was okay. 

Horror Story

Things Go Bump in the Night

10/31/13 6th

     

Tatum Lane sat quietly, looking intently out of the passenger seat window as his dad drove home. It was dark and raining, but he continued to look out the window, as if he was looking for something. He frowned when he thought he did. Tatum sighed and looked over at his dad, whose eyes were focused on the road. His dad looked tired, jaded from the obstacles life threw at him every day. Frowning again, Tatum turned back to look out of the window, encased in his thoughts. His dad’s gravelly voice snapped Tatum out of his pondering.

     “Tatum what do you want to do for a living?” His dad asked. Tatum cringed. Not because of the question, but because of what it implied. It seemed as more of an accusation than a question, as if his dad was stating that Tatum had no clue of what he wanted to do with his life. The question hung in the air. Tatum turned to his dad, who had not taken his eyes off of the road and then looked back at the window. Lightning flashed, illuminating Tatum’s grim face. “Tatum?” His dad echoed.

     “I have an idea of what I want to do, dad,” Tatum finally said. “I’m just still figuring stuff out.” Tatum’s dad sighed. “That’s not good enough of an answer anymore, Tatum,” his dad said. “You’re seventeen for God’s sake. You rarely mention college or anything. And you could at least be working!” Tatum tensed. Arguing with his dad like this was pointless. And it always ended with Tatum leaving the house with his mom begging him to stay and his little sister crying. Too bad they were in a car. Instead of adding fuel to the fire, once again Tatum looked back at the window. And this time he could have sworn he saw figures running outside. Who would be walking out here in this weather?

     “Tatum are you listening to me?” His dad demanded. “Dad, I really don’t feel like arguing with you about this right now,” Tatum said nonchalantly. As much as Tatum hated it, he understood his father’s frustration. Being a well respected police officer must suck if you’re constantly worried about hauling in your own son in jail in a few years because he ends up committing a crime. Tatum pushed away the thought, irritated at his own realization. He clenched his teeth in frustration. Before his dad could reply, Tatum turned on the radio. The station was the news and the broadcast blared from the car’s speakers. “Ten more murders this evening,” A woman reported. “Witnesses reported that the suspects were covered in blood and uttering gibberish. More updates coming soon.” Tatum’s dad shook his head.

     “All these murders today,” he mumbled. “It’s all these kids on drugs, man.” Tatum smirked. He was glad he got his dad to stop talking about his career. “I heard it was more of an infection that was causing people to act like that,” Tatum said. His dad grunted. “Whatever it is, the police need to contain it quick. I don’t want to be scared in my own house waiting to be torn apart by some crazy person.” Tatum closed his eyes and laid his head against the headrest of the seat. “I’m sure it won’t come down to that, dad,” Tatum said coolly. Tatum found himself drifting to sleep. And his dad’s frightened voice snapped him awake.

     “Tatum!” His dad yelled. Tatum eyes fluttered open and he froze. As the car got closer, its headlights illuminated what rattled Tatum’s dad. In the middle of the road was a man covered in blood. Pale skin revealed black veins. His clothes were in tatters and torn flesh hung from his body and teeth. His eyes were wild and yellow. And he was running straight towards the car. Tatum’s dad turned hard to the right, but the road was too slick due to the rain and the car fishtailed. Tatum’s dad turned hard again but it was no use. The car flipped and skidded down the slick road, sending orange sparks everywhere, until coming to a final stop at the end of the road.

     “Tatum,” a voice whispered. “Tatum.” Tatum slowly opened his eyes. It was still dark so he couldn't see anything. His body was sore and he felt something warm running down the side of his head. Tatum tried to get up, but he just hung from his seat belt. The car was upside down. “Tatum,” the voice repeated. Despite that the voice was right next to him, Tatum felt like he had to strain his ears to hear. He looked over at the silhouette of his dad in the passenger seat. He didn't need to see to know that his dad was in bad shape. A wave of fear came over him at the thought. But they needed to get out of the car. Now was not the time to be getting scared. Tatum looked back at his dad’s silhouette.

     “Dad, we need to--,” Tatum was cut off by a man throwing himself at the car window. It was the same man covered in blood that Tatum’s dad almost hit before. Tatum flinched. The moon shone on the bloody man, illuminating his grotesque features. Tatum flinched as the man moaned angrily and pawed at his dad’s window, leaving bloody hand prints after each attempt at trying to get in. It was like a scene straight out of a horror film. A scraping noise on Tatum’s side arose and he slowly turned his head to his window. A woman was frantically scraping at the window, trying to get in as well. Her yellow eyes glowed with hatred and when she moaned, blood dribbled out of her mouth. “Sh#t,” Tatum thought. As if getting out of this wasn't hard enough. “But it can’t be helped,” he mumbled. Tatum reached over and unbuckled his seat belt. He fell from his seat and landed, yelling as he felt something break. Pain shot up his leg like water bursting through a geyser.

    “Dad,” Tatum panted, trying to ignore overwhelming pain. “G-get my pistol out of my pocket,” his dad stammered. Tatum winced as he reached for his dad, ignoring the sound of glass cracking as the people outside got closer to getting in.  

     “Got it,” Tatum said between pants. “Goo-,” Tatum’s dad never got to finish. The man on his dad’s side burst through the window, sending shards of glass into Tatum and his father. “Dad!” Tatum yelled. But his words had no affect. The man was on his dad in an instant, tearing at his flesh as he dragged Tatum’s dad out of the car. “Sh#t!” Tatum panted as he fumbled with the gun’s safety. He finally got the safety off and raised the gun, ready to blow off the guy’s head who tried to take his dad. But they were gone. All Tatum could hear was the man eating his dad’s flesh. Tatum tried to fight back his tears, but they fell anyway. He began to burn with hatred. It started in his throat and began rising until it burst out of his mouth in a war cry. He would be damned if he let some freak feast on his dad. Tatum began crawling out of the broken window, ignoring the shards of glass stabbing him in his stomach. But he didn't get far. The woman on his side broke through the window, groaning and spewing blood everywhere. She gargled and grabbed Tatum’s leg, about to take a huge bite in it. “F##k you!” Tatum screamed. He turned and fired the gun, emptying the clip into the woman’s body. Tatum kept pulling the trigger, but nothing came out. He looked up at the woman. Bullet holes were all across her body. Several were in her arms, her stomach, and her head. She gargled, spewed some blood, and went limp before collapsing to the ground face first. Tatum gasped, struggling to catch his breath. He raised an arm to wipe the tear stains from his face, only to smear it with blood. After pulling himself together, Tatum crawled out of the car. He could barley see anything, but the headlights on the car was still on, providing some light. The car was on the side of the road, leading into a dark forest.

     “That’s where that flesh eating bastard took my dad,” Tatum thought. He tried to get up, but the pain in his leg was too much and he fell back on the ground. “Damn,” Tatum said through clenched teeth. He picked himself up again, ignoring the pain in his leg and leaned on the car for support. He needed to find something to wrap his leg, or he wouldn't be able to pursue his father’s attacker.

     “Maybe I can find something to wrap my leg up in the back,” Tatum said. He began to edge his way to the back of the car when he heard them. A series of gurgles and moans came from farther up the road. Fear struck Tatum in his chest and ran up his spine. On top of the fact that he could barely move without feeling intense pain, he couldn't see the things that were trying to tear his flesh apart. Tatum tried to move faster as the sounds got closer, but he lost his balance and fell. He punched the ground in frustration and slowly pulled himself back up. The sounds were only yards away now.

     “Guess I have no choice,” Tatum said. He took out his dad’s gun, reloaded, and aimed at the darkness. “I can’t see them, Tatum muttered. “But I can sure as hell hear them.” Without any precaution, Tatum emptied the clip into the night, screaming his head off as the muzzle flash from the gun lit the road with bright orange bursts. Tatum lowered the gun after a moment and popped out its empty clip. He was breathing heavily. A figure leaped out of the darkness, landing on Tatum. He cried out as an immense weight crushed his body. Tatum looked up at his attacker. It was kid, no older than he was. The boy’s eyes were sunken and yellow. His hair was matted and dirty. Flesh hung from his face and arms. He opened his mouth, revealing jagged yellow teeth and a foul smell. The boy gurgled, letting blood drip onto Tatum’s face.

     “Get off!” Tatum yelled. He tried to shot the boy off of him, but the boy was too strong and continued to inch towards Tatum’s face. Tatum shut his eyes tight, waiting for death’s cold grasp to take him away. But then a gunshot rang out.

Reluctantly, Tatum looked up at the boy. His eyes widened after he saw the hole where the bullet that entered his head exited. The hateful features that were stapled on the boy’s face moments ago were replaced with an innocent look. His bright yellow eyes had dulled and he went limp, collapsing onto Tatum’s chest. He pushed the corpse off in disgust. When he looked up, Tatum saw a silhouette towering over him. Behind the silhouette were three police cars, red and blue lights lighting up the dark road.