Epilogue
It was a typical teenage day in the life of Brad Benson. Well at least it was until the Morphing Ray got into the wrong hands… The pink shocking stream blasted through the cold stillness of the silent room! The blast impacted into Brad’s chest sending him crashing into the marble wall behind him! He looked at the source of the beam, the small hand held gun, clutched in the hands of the creature who’s body was so scared it was hard to tell what it was. The creature was giggling while Brad let out screams of pain as the pink static engulfed him, sending short surges through his body! His life flashed before him, the one moment that stuck the most was the one day that started this all… the one day that changed his life forever!!!

Chapter #1
Brad awoke as a shrill siren blared in right ear. He opened his eyes a crack, rose up on one arm and smacked the snooze button. He got out of bed, almost tripping over his soccer cleats, carelessly thrown there last night after winning the county championship! He walked with a smile past the gleaming soccer, trophy placed in it place of honor in the top right corner of his desk next to his two other soccer trophies. He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of jet blue shorts and a black shirt that said in white lettering, Trading parents for video games, now a 2 for 1 special. He opened his bedroom door and stumbled into the bathroom!
He splashed his face with cold water and got dress, he exited the bathroom and headed to the dinning room for breakfast! It was the usual, Strawberry poptart, and a cold glass of milk! “How’s my little soccer champ,” cooed Melanie Benson. “Mom” whined Brad “You promised you wouldn’t call me that!” “ Oops sorry Brad I forgot, your not my little child anymore, except for in my heart” “What ever” Replied Brad. He gulped the rest of his milk, grabbed his backpack, and left to catch the bus while still munching on the poptart. As he walked down the front steps he saw his dad, Jim Benson, tinkering with his red gleaming 1968 Mozda. “See ya later Brad,” he shouted as Brad ran past. Brad gave a slight wave and rushed down the street, to the yellow bus stop.
The yellow 2004 bus pulled up next to the sign a few minuets later, throwing open its doors, for the towns soccer champ! As he entered he was not welcomed by a round applauses but a thick damp spit wad in the side of his face. He looked at the attacker, and he was not surprised to see, his arch nemesis, C.J. Coy. “Knock it off” Growled Brad as he walked past, to the last seat, to sit alone. Brad still couldn’t guess how this happened in the first place! When they were younger C.J. and Brad were the best of friends. But as the years flashed by, they were pulled apart in two separate directions, by un-know causes that made them what they are to day… arch nemeses!
The bus roared away, stopping twice more to pick up other classmates, including one of his friends, Sam Nantes! The bus screeched to a halt in front of the big oak doors, of QuimQuilla High school! Brad left the bus, wiping off 10 more spit wads. He rushed in and ran to his locker! Locker 369, with the combination 8-22-0! He reached in and grabbed his math book! He rushed down the hallway, nearly knocking into, slow paced students! Brad never knew why he rushed to class, but he always had this urge inside, to go! He was pondering the urge, and, smashed into a dirty blond hair girl, her books scattering. “Oh I’m so sorry, said Brad kneeling down to pick up the scattered books, that slid across the floor. “Oh it’s ok,” here voice had a slight melody, to it. They each grabbed a book, and rose up, their noses touching, and Brad got his first real look into here blue opal eyes. “Your not from around here” said Brad after he rose to his full height. “Yes” she replied with a smile, “how did you know?” “ Well around here”, Ben started, “everyone know just about everyone, and I don’t remember seeing a face as beautiful as yours before, because a face that pretty I would never forget.” “I better get going,” said the girl blushing, “see ya…” “Brad” brad said, “Well see you later too I guess.” The girl rushed down the hall as the warning bell, (bell 3), rang. “Wait” Ben shouted after her, “I never got your name” “ It’s Lemmings, Mae Lemmings”, she shouted, as she rushed around the corner, and out of sight. Brad stood there, not, moving, it all coming to him that he had his first crush!

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Chapter #2
Math! It has got to be the worse class in QQHS. Well actually Basic math and geometry are great classes. But once you hit 7th grade, you got the worst class, taught by the worst teacher.
“ Ah, thank you for joining us today Mr. Benson” Muttered Mr. Thomas, the 7th grade pre-algebra teacher. “Sorry Mr. T, I had a little collision in the hall.” “Mr. Benson how many times to I have to tell you that in this room you shall call me Sir, and Sir alone! And don’t you dare tell me this long pathetic story about your long pathetic life!!” “But Mr.… I mean Sir, its for real I collided with this girl… oops” “ Benson, to the office… NOW! And when you get there, tell the principl that I sent you for, disrespect, and flirting with a girl while your skipping my class.” “Oh right sir…” “What was that Mr. Benson?” “All right Sir.” “ Good that’s what I thought, now go. And for the rest of you, stop staring, and get to work” At these words, there were a massive sound of fluttering pages of math books, as Ben left the room.
“ Back again Mr. Benson?” questioned the receptionist. “ Yeah, I was sent here by Mr. T, I mean Sir, again.” “I don’t know how anyone can stand being taught by that man, but anyway, the principles door is open, go on in.” “Thanks”
Brad went through the wood door that had the principles name carved in gold on a black nameplate. Mr. Stevens was the principle of QuimQuilla High. Luckily, that guy was cool. He’s the kind of guy that hates having to where dress up clothes, to school, so once there he changes into shorts and a t-shirt. He’s the kind of guy that has a dartboard on the far wall, with holes in the wall around it where he had miss. He is the kind of guy, who understands the kids, unlike other principles who are so stuck up and perfect there to good for the need of troubled children.
“ Yo! What’s up Brad?” It was Mr.… I mean sir again.” “Good Grief that dude is like a steamed train on a track of molten rock.” Brad laughed. He always felt great in this room. It was calm, peaceful, and had an older person who cared, and understood all. So what did you do this time?” Brad, knowing he could talk about anything with Mr. Stevens re-counted his whole story, starting at his arrival at school.
“ Well that’s a fine tale there, I don’t know what to really say here, but I don’t want to falsely punish you, so I’ll leave your punishment in the hands of Mr. T.” “Thanks Mr. Stevens” said Ben, leaving the office, closing the door behind him. He turned back toward the main door, to come face to face with Mr. T. “I heard what he said, Mr. Benson” “You shall come to my room right after school for your punishment… Don’t be late!” As Mr. T stormed off, Brad rushed to his locker, to get his supplies for Geography.

Thanks to the advice of tmkttt this post will have the full story!!!



Epilogue
It was a typical teenage day in the life of Brad Benson. Well at least it was until the Morphing Ray got into the wrong hands… The pink shocking stream blasted through the cold stillness of the silent room! The blast impacted into Brad’s chest sending him crashing into the marble wall behind him! He looked at the source of the beam, the small hand held gun, clutched in the hands of the creature who’s body was so scared it was hard to tell what it was. The creature was giggling while Brad let out screams of pain as the pink static engulfed him, sending short surges through his body! His life flashed before him, the one moment that stuck the most was the one day that started this all… the one day that changed his life forever!!!
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Chapter #1
Brad awoke as a shrill siren blared in right ear. He opened his eyes a crack, rose up on one arm and smacked the snooze button. He got out of bed, almost tripping over his soccer cleats, carelessly thrown there last night after winning the county championship! He walked with a smile past the gleaming soccer, trophy placed in it place of honor in the top right corner of his desk next to his two other soccer trophies. He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of jet blue shorts and a black shirt that said in white lettering, Trading parents for video games, now a 2 for 1 special. He opened his bedroom door and stumbled into the bathroom!
He splashed his face with cold water and got dress, he exited the bathroom and headed to the dinning room for breakfast! It was the usual, Strawberry poptart, and a cold glass of milk! “How’s my little soccer champ,” cooed Melanie Benson. “Mom” whined Brad “You promised you wouldn’t call me that!” “ Oops sorry Brad I forgot, your not my little child anymore, except for in my heart” “What ever” Replied Brad. He gulped the rest of his milk, grabbed his backpack, and left to catch the bus while still munching on the poptart. As he walked down the front steps he saw his dad, Jim Benson, tinkering with his red gleaming 1968 Mozda. “See ya later Brad,” he shouted as Brad ran past. Brad gave a slight wave and rushed down the street, to the yellow bus stop.
The yellow 2004 bus pulled up next to the sign a few minuets later, throwing open its doors, for the towns soccer champ! As he entered he was not welcomed by a round applauses but a thick damp spit wad in the side of his face. He looked at the attacker, and he was not surprised to see, his arch nemesis, C.J. Coy. “Knock it off” Growled Brad as he walked past, to the last seat, to sit alone. Brad still couldn’t guess how this happened in the first place! When they were younger C.J. and Brad were the best of friends. But as the years flashed by, they were pulled apart in two separate directions, by un-know causes that made them what they are to day… arch nemeses!
The bus roared away, stopping twice more to pick up other classmates, including one of his friends, Sam Nantes! The bus screeched to a halt in front of the big oak doors, of QuimQuilla High school! Brad left the bus, wiping off 10 more spit wads. He rushed in and ran to his locker! Locker 369, with the combination 8-22-0! He reached in and grabbed his math book! He rushed down the hallway, nearly knocking into, slow paced students! Brad never knew why he rushed to class, but he always had this urge inside, to go! He was pondering the urge, and, smashed into a dirty blond hair girl, her books scattering. “Oh I’m so sorry, said Brad kneeling down to pick up the scattered books, that slid across the floor. “Oh it’s ok,” here voice had a slight melody, to it. They each grabbed a book, and rose up, their noses touching, and Brad got his first real look into here blue opal eyes. “Your not from around here” said Brad after he rose to his full height. “Yes” she replied with a smile, “how did you know?” “ Well around here”, Ben started, “everyone know just about everyone, and I don’t remember seeing a face as beautiful as yours before, because a face that pretty I would never forget.” “I better get going,” said the girl blushing, “see ya…” “Brad” brad said, “Well see you later too I guess.” The girl rushed down the hall as the warning bell, (bell 3), rang. “Wait” Ben shouted after her, “I never got your name” “ It’s Lemmings, Mae Lemmings”, she shouted, as she rushed around the corner, and out of sight. Brad stood there, not, moving, it all coming to him that he had his first crush!
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Chapter #2
Math! It has got to be the worse class in QQHS. Well actually Basic math and geometry are great classes. But once you hit 7th grade, you got the worst class, taught by the worst teacher.
“ Ah, thank you for joining us today Mr. Benson” Muttered Mr. Thomas, the 7th grade pre-algebra teacher. “Sorry Mr. T, I had a little collision in the hall.” “Mr. Benson how many times to I have to tell you that in this room you shall call me Sir, and Sir alone! And don’t you dare tell me this long pathetic story about your long pathetic life!!” “But Mr.… I mean Sir, its for real I collided with this girl… oops” “ Benson, to the office… NOW! And when you get there, tell the principl that I sent you for, disrespect, and flirting with a girl while your skipping my class.” “Oh right sir…” “What was that Mr. Benson?” “All right Sir.” “ Good that’s what I thought, now go. And for the rest of you, stop staring, and get to work” At these words, there were a massive sound of fluttering pages of math books, as Ben left the room.
“ Back again Mr. Benson?” questioned the receptionist. “ Yeah, I was sent here by Mr. T, I mean Sir, again.” “I don’t know how anyone can stand being taught by that man, but anyway, the principles door is open, go on in.” “Thanks”
Brad went through the wood door that had the principles name carved in gold on a black nameplate. Mr. Stevens was the principle of QuimQuilla High. Luckily, that guy was cool. He’s the kind of guy that hates having to where dress up clothes, to school, so once there he changes into shorts and a t-shirt. He’s the kind of guy that has a dartboard on the far wall, with holes in the wall around it where he had miss. He is the kind of guy, who understands the kids, unlike other principles who are so stuck up and perfect there to good for the need of troubled children.
“ Yo! What’s up Brad?” It was Mr.… I mean sir again.” “Good Grief that dude is like a steamed train on a track of molten rock.” Brad laughed. He always felt great in this room. It was calm, peaceful, and had an older person who cared, and understood all. So what did you do this time?” Brad, knowing he could talk about anything with Mr. Stevens re-counted his whole story, starting at his arrival at school.
“ Well that’s a fine tale there, I don’t know what to really say here, but I don’t want to falsely punish you, so I’ll leave your punishment in the hands of Mr. T.” “Thanks Mr. Stevens” said Ben, leaving the office, closing the door behind him. He turned back toward the main door, to come face to face with Mr. T. “I heard what he said, Mr. Benson” “You shall come to my room right after school for your punishment… Don’t be late!” As Mr. T stormed off, Brad rushed to his locker, to get his supplies for Geography.
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Chapter #3
Time passed quickly when you’re worrying about detention with an evil pre-algebra teacher. First came geography with Mr. green witch seemed to only last for 30 minuets. Next came advance science with Mr. Chambers. The class seemed to be over in 20 minuets. As brad’s day continued the period times seemed to go faster and faster. From Ms. McKenna to lunch, from Ms. Frazier to art. Then it was time…
Brad put his textbooks in his locker and headed to the classroom he dreaded the most. He opened the door, and then slammed it shut quickly. On the other side of the door he heard a loud thud. The kind of thud you would hear when a large black Rottweiler charges at a young kid and accidentally runs into a door headfirst. Brad slowly opened the door a crack and jump back as a black nose of a second Rottweiler appeared in the crack of the door, his teethed bared.
“Calm down Jaws” said the even scarier voice of Mr. Thomas/
Brad heard the dogs whimper away from the door.
“I’m getting out of this mad place,” said Brad backing up
“Get in here you juvenile” Shouted Mr. Thomas
Brad slowly inched towards the door…

Update: Chapter 3 done

You seem to be using ben instead of brad alot, but it's good so far!

Nice story! I like the principal and the way that you introduced the bad guy in detention. Keep writing!

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OMG reviews Finally!!! Lol thanks. Next part soon!