My name is Simon Bruskly; I have brown hair, blue eyes, and a very intimidating nose. My hair reaches my shoulders; a lot of people mistake me as a girl. Its really annoying. I just got out of school but I failed social studies. Now I have to go to some stupid summer school in Kansas! I am really upset, this summer I was going to go tubing down the Mississippi river with my friend Josh! But… I have to go to a summer school instead. Today is the day I will leave for the summer school. I had already considered hiding in the woods all summer, I had rejected the idea. Than I had thought of eating poisonous mushrooms and becoming severely ill, to risky. “Come along Simon! Its time to leave!” my mom called. “Coming.” I groaned as I secretly shoved a bag of twizzlers into my suitcase. I grumpily walked down the stairs and piled into the car. “I’m ready, mom!” I shouted. My mom trudged to the car and got in. “aren’t you excited?” my mom asked. ‘”No, of coarse not!” I answered with annoyance. “I hope you change your mind when we get there.” My mom said. “The summer school is all the way out in one of the most remote places in Kansas, wont it be peaceful? I wish I could go.” My mom said. “Yeah right” I answered. My mom started the car and began backing out of the driveway. The gravel crunched and flew in every direction. “You’ll probably make lots of new friends!” she said. “I’d rather go tubing with josh.” I said.
We were now driving down the road. “ If you didn’t go to summer school when school started you would have to redo the whole grade.” She said. “I’d rather be held back than waste the precious time of summer,” I said as we turned onto the highway. “ You wont be wasting time, you’ll be learning!” my mom exclaimed, “yea, learning crap.” I shot back at her. “Don’t use that language in this car, you know the rules, no potty mouth!” the rest of the trip was silent. Eight boring hours later, we arrived at the summer school. The ground was covered with yellow sand and the building was made with yellow sandstone bricks. There were hardly any trees, but the ground was littered with cactus and several spiky bushes. There were statues of Sphinxs everywhere! And in the far back, about half a mile away stood an enormous pyramid that was surrounded by what looked like Sphinxs, but with dog expressions.On the side of the road there was a sign. “No one who is not attending this summer school may legally pass this point.” It read in big, capitalized unfriendly looking letters. I asked my mom to help me bring my suitcase to my dorm but she said: “look” and pointed at the sign “I can’t come any further. Goodbye, I love you!” “Bye” I said while giving my mom a hug. I got out of the car, it was really sunny and the heat was almost burning a hole through my head. I turned around and waved goodbye as my mom sped off down the highway. I walked up the steps and into the sandy building. “Ugh, its hot.” I groaned as I collided with a teacher. The teacher had yellow hair, yellow shirt, yellow pants, everything about her was yellow. She had a faint outline of whiskers under her nose, “strange” I thought to myself. “Welcome to the sunny social study summer school of Kansas!” she meowed in a velvety voice, (it kind of reminded me of a cat.) “What is your name?” she purred. “Simon, Simon Bruskly.” I replied. “Hmm,” mewed as she looked at a block of rock covered in weird symbols. “You… you are in this dorm” and she pointed to a door right behind me. I still couldn’t get over how cat-ish her voice sounded. “Thanks.” I said and stumbled into my dorm. “No girls aloud!” a fat kid yelled. “I’m not a girl,” I growled. “Oh, who are you?” he asked. “Simon” I answered. “I’m Jack, I love cucumbers and twizzes.” Said jack. “What is a twizz?” I asked. “It’s a twizz thing! It’s a candy rope thingy. They’re red” jack answered. “You mean a twizzeler?” I said. “Yea! One a those things! I love ‘em,” he said. “Um, I have a whole bag of twizzlers. Want one?” I told him as I took out the bag of twizzelers. “Yum! Gimme!” he yelled and snatched the bag out of my hand. Than, I regretted it, in five seconds flat all of my twizzelers were gone. “Everyone to the porch!” a purring voice shouted. (Obviously the same teacher I had met on the porch.) “yay! Its time for class, I think this period we are studying the civil war!” jack shouted happily “my big brother has been to this summer school before and he wrote a letter home saying that he got to shoot a bazooka! Of coarse, my big brother did die here. Everyone says he got hit by a car.” Jack said. We rushed to the porch where everyone was gathering. “Today we will be learning about the civil war. Since I am the only teacher at this summer school-“ several kids gasped, including me. “-We will be splitting up into groups. If I call your name please go directly to the classroom” she purred while taking another slab of rock out of her pocket. “Evan, Simon, Michael, Julie, Joseph, Bob, Krya and Rylie please go to the classroom, you are in group one.” she meowed while staring at the stone. Evan, Michael, Julie, Joseph, Krya, Rylie and me walked to the classroom. The classroom was a normal classroom except there were huge glass display cases filled with civil war weapons, The walls were, yellow, obviously and the ground was made of sand. The teacher followed us into the room and began writing on the board. Everyone started laughing when she was done, she was writing in what looked like Egyptian hieroglyphics! I raised my hand and asked: “are we supposed to know how to read-?” “Yes! Of coarse your supposed to know how to read, now stop asking silly questions and pay attention!” the teacher said in a very silky tone. She began handing out slabs of stone. “This is your pretest, class” she meowed. “When you are finished put the tablet on my desk.” She purred. “I will come back in half an hour to dismiss you. Meanwhile I will be preparing group two. Jasper, Sam, Jeff, Sally, Percy, and Eliza.” She whined as she left the room. Immediately everyone began talking. Evan was shooting spitballs at Krya while Joseph stabbed everyone with pencils. Julie and Michael engaged in a tug-o-war match using Bob as the rope and Rylie stood in the corner of the room comparing her lipsticks. I joined in the fun by throwing random objects at Joseph. After fifteen minutes of people either getting injured, disgusted, or being forced to try on lipstick by Rylie, the teacher entered the room. The teacher wasn’t even upset at all about her classroom room being hit by a tornado. “You are dismissed!” was all she said when she walked in the door. Everyone quickly stumbled out tripping over all of the things strewn all over the floor. The teacher held me back though. When everyone had exited the room she meowed; “time for dinner, mouse!” “What?” I asked. “What walks on four legs in the morning, two during the day, and three at night?” the teacher asked. “I don’t know.” I replied. “Wrong! I hope you taste good.” The teacher said. “What do you mean?” I asked. The teachers face began to fade and whiskers shot out from her nose. Her skin changed yellow and her eyes became more circular. Than, when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder… she grew a tail. “You’re a cat!?” I screamed. It was so strange I almost fainted. I heard a “ching!” sound and saw her grow claws. “I am the sphinx you idiot! Prepare to be eaten, mouse!” she shoved me over her desk and I landed on the sandy floor. “Take that!” I yelled and threw one of Rylie’s lipsticks at her. It missed and flew out the window. The sphinx laughed in a creepy tone of a cat and scratched me with her claws. “Ouch!” I screamed and flew into a glass display case. I grabbed the weapon that had come out of it (a gun) and aimed it at the sphinx’s face. “Ha-ha-ha! You think that is loaded!?” she questioned. I pulled the trigger, and sure enough, nothing happened. The sphinx clawed at my face and I flew against the window. The glass flew in all directions and I screamed as blood shot out my ear. Than, that’s when I noticed my escape. I jumped… it felt like slow motion as I fell. Jack was below me; he was gnawing on a cucumber. I landed on top of him and he vomited chunks of twizzeler and cucumber in my hair. My ankle twisted back and we heard a terrible snap. “Ow!” we both screamed while jack pounded my head with the cucumber. Jack took a bite of it; spat it out and than glared at me. “What did you do that for?” jack whined. “I was saving my life.” I said and grabbed onto my ankle. “How dose jumping out of a two story building save your life!?” jack asked angrily. “Whatever, i'm running away from this summer school and I advise you do the same.” I said. “Why do you want to run away!? You haven’t even been able to shoot the bazooka yet.” Jack stated. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, and I don’t care about a dumb bazooka.” I replied. “I wont let you go!” jack said. We began wrestling in the sand. A huge cloud of dirt began lifting up from the ground. I kicked him away but screamed in pain when I brought back my ankle, now as big as a grapefruit. The sun blazed down on us and the sand settled on me and burned my skin. I felt something cold hit my face, probably jack’s cucumber. I punched left and right hoping my fists would hit jack. I kicked forward while using my elbow as a battering ram and slammed jack in the crotch. jack screamed and retreated up to our dorm. “He’s going to tell on me,” I thought to myself. I ran up to the front porch, my plan; be the hero. “Everyone to the porch!” I exclaimed. Immediately, everyone came rushing out and flinging themselves into the sand. “The teacher is a murderer!” someone shouted. “Shes the sphinx” someone exclaimed. “She tried to kill me!” someone called. A huge eighteen-wheeler with a wagon drove by. Everyone besides me dove into the sand and flung themselves into the wagon and began riding away. Rylie fell off the wagon because she was distracted by her lip gloss and was crushed under one of the wheels. Blood spattered over the sand, I covered my eyes and managed to avoid the red liquid from getting under my eye-lashes. Suddenly the sphinx appeared behind me and she grabbed me by the arm. “You let all of my mice escape! I wish I could eat you, but I promised one of my mice would be given to the dog. If he doesn’t get his mouse, he will eat me in return.” The sphinx whined and began dragging me to the pyramid in the distance. I tried to wriggle free but the sphinx had a strong grip with her paws. My ankle was being twisted back and forth on the sand and I was nearly screaming my head off. The sphinx and I wove in and out of cactus and statue. After what seemed like a bazillion years of ankle-pain we arrived at the pyramid. “This is where the dog lives” the sphinx meowed as she shoved me inside the pyramid opening. With a wave of her paw the opening closed and I was trapped in eternal darkness. I stared out through the void but I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly I heard a growling. A wet snout nudged my stomach. I tried to retreat into the darkness but all that was behind me was stone. I began sweating and the droplets fell into the darkness of the void never to be seen again. Suddenly I felt the fur tickle my arm and I felt fangs sink into my neck. I felt blood trickle down my throat as I fell into the horrid silence. Into the dark, the void of death, I was swallowed by it. I was gone.
Just like the twizzlers.
Just like the twizzlers.