Can I tell you a secret? I hate math class, well it's not really a secret since I burned my math booklet as a sign of rebellion. That was fun..... But here I sit in detention, again the 8th time in the month. It's just a matter of time before I'm expelled.

In my defence I didn't do these things, I can't prove it, but I didn't. They accused me of breaking property because when I was alone in class after school because I lost my binders and I was looking for them, the windows shattered. But I never touched them, it was like magic. It repeated countless times, breaking an arm without touching them. Unlocking other people's lockers without doing anything. The mathbook, I did that on purpose but hey like I said, I hate math.

I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. I'm Liam, Liam Peak. A known trouble maker and very weird. Even though my name has Peak in it, my grades aren't that high.

"Liam Peak, once again you have disobeyed the rules of the school and have gotten detention." Said Mrs Royd in her usual snappy voice. "Il see you in three hours, in the meantime you can do your homework."

She turns and leaves in the blink of an eye. Oh yeah, I'm in detention this time for 'burning' three desks. I got angry at my arch-enemy James and suddenly inside my desk burst into flames. I was weird that way, things happen to me.

I sigh lying across desks, laying there wishing it would be over. I look at my bag. What the heck was I thinking? Homework! No way! I'd rather sit here for 5 hours then do my homework! I sit there another twenty minutes. I glance at my bag. No Liam, don't even think about it. I look away. Somehow my eyes find my bag. I look at the zipper, zipped up. "You better stay like that." I mutter under my breath.

5 minutes later I lay there staring into empty space. I stared at the bag full of undone homework. It almost seemed to be mocking me. I sneer at it and turn my mind to other things. Cheese, girls, suicide, homework.... That didn't work well... This was impossible! How did I do it the last 7 times? You slept moron. Oh ya! "Thank you me!" I think to myself. "No problem handsome." Man did I like myself, he had a good attitude. I grab my bag like it's a bomb and lay it on top of a desk. I move three desks into a row to lay down on. I get up and lay down. Eventually I fall asleep and drift away.

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"Liam!"

"Wha-What?" I stammer.

I look up at the angry face of Mrs Royd.

"Tell me exactly why you were sleeping!!!"

"Well um, uhhh because uh-"

"Because you're a lazy student!"

"No I'm not." I say defensively. "I'm just a tired student."

Either she didn't hear me or didn't care. Probably the latter, "you're the laziest student I've ever seen in all my years of teaching! You're a slob, you sleep in classes, you destroy property and you slept with my husband!"

That kind of caught me off guard. Wait, sleep with her husband? I wouldn't do that for a million dollars. He was almost as disgusting as Mrs Royd. 

Now I was just pissed off. I couldn't stand there and be insulted like that! Well I could, but that's kind of boring isn't it?

"I am a lazy student, I completely accept that as who I am and that I would fall asleep in class any time if I could." I pause for breath as I let loose. "I also just want you to know that I really don't like you and that I don't care if you give me another detention."

She stared at me lost for words, most teachers did when I started to talk about how I felt about them. All I had to do was say what I thought, teachers usually expect people to cower under their gaze. Not me. I just didn't really care.

I storm past her and march outside through the side doors of the school in the direction of my house. I hear the doors open behind me so I turn to see who it is, expecting Mrs Royd to be coming out to get me. I see nobody but the open door that was now closing. That was odd. I frown wondering what could have happened. I brush it pass me and turn my thoughts to James. Remembering what I did before detention started. Why didn't I think of it during detention! It was a great subject to think about. A boy with anger problems that would probably want to kill me, such a good topic! But boy was he going to be mad tomorrow. He didn't know what I did after he ticked me off. I smile in anticipation of seeing James spaz.

Sure it was dangerous to make James angry, very dangerous. He gave me a scar last year to prove it. But it still was fun to push his buttons. I wander down the road towards my house, eager for dinner and sleep. I reach my front door and cross my fingers that I didn't encounter my step-parents. I silently open the door and close it. I see my step-dad on the couch watching TV, probably asleep as usual. Now my step-mom...

"Liam!" I jump in shock. "Get your lazy but down here this instant you piece of crap!" I sigh and walk down stairs towards the kitchen.

She's waiting there for me with an angry scowl. "Make dinner already you lump of dung!" She shouts in my face, spit flying into my eyes. She storms off towards the living room to watch TV with my step-dad. Leaving me to do everything as usual.

I look for the ingredients my step-mom left me. Spaghetti, great! It was one of my favourites. I cook it up and boil it. Put in butter and tomato sauce, smiling with satisfaction. I pick it up and carry it to my parents. I leave mine on the counter and bring the other two bowls to the living room. I put one bowl of spaghetti on the table next to my step-dad. Then I hand one to my mom. She scowls at it like I just poisoned it and tried to kill her.

She suddenly grins at me. She drops the bowl on the hard floor and it shatters. "Oups, better clean it up crap bag!" She walks away chuckling. What an evil being. I grab a few towels from the kitchen and start cleaning. By the time I'm done, I'm starving. I walk down to the kitchen to find my step-mother slurping up the last of my spaghetti.

My stomach grumbles in complaint.

"That was mine." I mumble. Unlike teachers, her gaze could make me cower. It would probably make army men wet their pants as well.

"Really? Oh well, just get some food tomorrow morning." She just grins evilly and waltzed out of the room like she just won a million dollars. Probably did in her weird messed up brain.

I mumble a reply. I tried to say fine but it came out more like a 'crime'. I shuffle up to my room holding my stomach. I grimace every step I take and my stomach groaned in complaint of being robbed of dinner. I open my door and walk into my room, I ignore getting into PJs and collapse on my bed and I lose conscious immediately. It was one of those nights when it's dark. Just pure darkness under your eyelids and no matter how hard you try to dream, you wont

But that's when I dream.

I'm sinking, drowning in an inky black sea. I'm blinded, desperately trying to swim to the surface. Wherever the surface was. I could be swimming deeper, or to the side. My panic grows as I'm being pulled away from where I'm swimming. My lungs feel like they're going to burst, they burn. I finally give in, Darkness gushes in through my open mouth. I feel faint, I continue to kick and I become frantic when I cant feel my arms. I slow down. This feeling of cold rushes down my body from the inside; I stop when I cant move. Frozen or paralyzed from the inside. I sink downwards through the murky water.

I try to scream, it comes out as a gurgle. I claw at my throat in a futile attempt to clear it of water. I keep screaming but all that comes out is gurgles and bubbles of air. I suddenly realize something. I'm not drowning. I lye there, sinking slowly through the darkness, still, unmoving and frozen from fear. I hit soft sand at the bottom. I hear a voice whisper. I can't make it out so I listen harder.

"Gi----he---ston---"

I don't understand it so I listen again. This time I hear it more clearly.

"Give the stone."

I don't have time to think about it as I see a dark shape moving fast towards me. I try to crawl away from it but I'm still paralyzed and the sand seems to stick to me. I brace for impact as it lurches forward. A hand shoots out of the darkness. It grabs my throat. I realize the shape is a man. I see his outline, but only his hand is clear in the darkness. Then I see his eyes. They glow with malice. They're actually glowing with fire, little embers roar in his iris.

"Give the stone!" He repeats. He seems to shout it but it still come as a whisper. He rears back and throws me into the darkness. I hurtle threw the water and hit a wall. I look up to see a concrete wall in front of me. Suddenly without warning I'm shoved into the wall again. I turn to see a fist coming for my face and I black out immediately.