The Helrinians by Sambhu Vasudev (the best books of all time TXT) 📖

powdery, yellow squares. I grabbed them out of her open hands and said goodbye. As I left I nodded towards Mrs. Adams. Gee, that lady was acting weird today.

Chapter 2- Weird Day

If you want to know someone who's obnoxious, annoying, mean, dumb, and a bunch of other bad qualities go to Seattle, Washington, then you'll meet Brad. Today he completely crossed the line. He crossed by a mile, no, not even a mile probably like one hundred thousand billion miles. I am not exaggerating.

I walked into Social Studies at the beginning of the day feeling miserable as all of the boys pointed at me and laughed, "Girly Kendall, Girly Kendall! Hah." I leaned over my desk trying to be as quiet as possible, maybe that would make the laughing stop but it didn't, apparently it made it worse. The teacher started talking about the Louisiana Purchase and some other stuff when I heard some quiet chattering from the back row. Brad had a pen and paper with him and was vigorously writing something down, an evil grin transparent on his face. I turned around and tried to listen to the teacher's babble about this and that, but when Brad started to pass the crumpled up sheet of yellow paper my attention went elsewhere. People were quickly scanning the paper, holding back hysterics, and then looking up at me. I felt my face blush and turn red as the paper reached me. Almost everyone in the classroom was staring at me, waiting to see my reaction. The paper looked like this-

'Everyone, write as many weird things about Kendall as you can fit!' - Brad

Jessica- He's so odd looking. I mean his whole face is covered in freckles and pimples. Odd-ball
Gerald- Not good at anything including- sports, popularity, and everything
Lauren- He's not funny at all. He's never told me a joke
Megan- His pictures suck
Hope- Guys this is mean. I have no comment
Thomas- same as hope
Reiley- No comment
Isabella- Too many!
Samantha- bad odor, weird face, too smart, etc.
Jinny- He smells like fish
James- ?
Charles- Who?
Edward-Girl name.
Johny- I couldn't even name all of them.


My eyes stung with tears. Suddenly, a hand tapped the back of my shoulder. "Looks like someone's been passing a note. Let's share it with the whole class." The teacher, Ms. Deins, swiped the sweaty post-it from my weak hands and without any hesitation read the note aloud. Every kid in the class was shaking with silent laughter, except for me. Big tears ran down my cheeks over and over. People were staring, pointing, calling me names. My whole body tingled with embarrassment. I looked around the room in despair, trying to meet eyes with a kind soul. Instead, I caught eyes with JT, who maliciously glared at me and motioned hitting something. I swallowed and realized that he was going to hit me. His fat cheeks bounced up and down as he laughed with the class, and his stubby hands reached up and pointed at me, chocking on his own laughter. I stared, frozen by shock that the devil had released all his spawns on me. Then JT materialized into thin air. Just vaporized and was gone, not leaving behind clothes, sweat, anything except his pencil and paper.

It wasn't until about 11:34 that Isabella noticed and shrieked, "Hey, where'd JT go?!" Within minutes everyone was out of their seats checking the bathroom, lockers, and underneath desks. But no one found him. The teachers were discussing that maybe he had been kidnapped but I knew what I'd seen, he was gone, turned into dust. I couldn't tell anyone though, that would just give all the kids another excuse to make fun of me. A bunch of parents showed up at the school to help the search and to make sure that their child wasn't captured too. JT was nowhere to be seen. His mother was sitting in homeroom, tears dribbled down from her eyes and she dabbed at them with a tissue. Her husband quietly sat next to her, silent with shock, fear, and anxiety. By the end of the day no progress was made. JT was gone, but the question was, where?

Dinner was unusual, chicken with lemon sauce, beans, and corn, my parents clicking buttons rapidly on their Blackberries, completely ignoring me. Today was different. We had ordered a pepperoni pizza from Pizza House and I was nosily chewing on the rare treat. The bread was soft, the tangy tomato sauce layered on thick, and greasy cheese and pepperoni dotted the top. My parents were going back and forth in an argument about what had happened to JT. At the police station, where my dad worked, there was a lot of worry. No one had any idea where JT went. Some thought he ran away, others thought he was kidnapped. One thing was sure though, JT was missing and no one knew where he was. After dinner I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood, so I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door, but before I left I grabbed a fork from the kitchen table and tucked it in my back pocket. Who knows what happened to JT but it certainly wasn't going to happen to me.

The cool late afternoon mist grabbed onto my face and snuggled to me like a coat. After a few minutes the humidity got to me and I took off my jacket, setting it on a rock nearby to my house. I'd get it later. I combed my thin, brown hair out of my eyes with my fingers. When I was getting close to my favorite resting spot, a little pond in the middle of a wide open clearing spotted with daisies and tulips, I heard a deep rushing sound. Very loud, it sounded like the ocean itself was pounding against rocky ground. Wondering what it was, I approached with caution, sneaking quietly. As I got closer the mist thickened and clutched even tighter to my stringy hair, making thick strands of my hair frizz up and collects water. I was almost there; I could hear what sounded like a hundred thousand fists, trying to break through the floor by banging it with all of their might. I ducked out from behind a tree and what I saw was so ginormous, so amazing, that it felt like a dream. A meadow, that seemed like it was miles long and shaped like a huge face. Two large bronze colored trees were the eyes, while a crescent shaped pool filled with a light silvery mixture represented the mouth. Tons of burly bushes that hung around the edge of the meadow were probably the hair. My personal favorite out of all the dazzling sights were these trees with fat, juicy, golden apples hanging on to thin, cloud-colored tree branches, looking like they might all fall at any time. Scattered all around me were gorgeous flowers that went up to my waist; the flowers were also golden with a silverish rim. In the center of each was a huge diamond, so big that it would make every jewelry shop owner's eyes water with desire. I felt the urge to go pluck one up but some little person in the back of my head said I shouldn't. I decided to listen to it, remembering my Boy Scout leader's words "Look, but don't touch."

Even though all these sites were amazing, one thing in the garden was prettier than anything else. It was a gaping hole in the very middle of the meadow. Flowing into the hole was a never ending amount of silvery-blue water. It seemed to come out of nowhere, just falling out of the sky, as if one cloud was sending down a heavy downpour. This wide-open space I had discovered seemed so magical and so unreal that I had trouble believing my eyes. I wandered closer to the water hole (literally), wanting to touch it or even drink some of it, to make sure that this wasn't just an illusion. When I was about twenty feet away I decided to turn back, the little voice was speaking up again, but when I tried to pull myself around I couldn't, the mist was pushing me into the hole. Panicking I reached all around me for something to grab onto but nothing was on the slick grass covering the ground. Then a crazy idea popped into my mind. I was about 7 feet away now and had no other options. I dug my nails into the soft soil underneath the thin layer of grass. The mist hesitated for a moment, wondering why I had stopped rolling around easily. Quickly, I sunk my teeth into the ground, trying to ignore the sickening taste of dirt and started to pull myself away. The mist and my body were now in a tug-a-war, I was winning, though. The problem was that I was about 30 feet away from safety and moving at about a foot every five minutes, I needed to gain speed.

I kept moving and pulling as hard as my weak arms would allow me but then I remembered the fork I'd kept in my pocket from dinner. I yanked it out of my grass-stained jeans, letting the mist pull me back several feet, and dug it into the ground, not letting go. The mist was now having difficulty dragging me into the wide hole, I used my advantage time to get onto my feet. My shirt was wearing me down now, being drenched in water. I ripped it off of my body and held it in front of me so that the mist couldn't pull anymore, the shirt absorbed the water. Reluctantly, I pulled my fork out of the ground and ran forward full speed ahead with my shirt sticking in front of me like a knight's shield. I was only a couple feet away from the safe area, gritting my teeth I ran with all of my might through the growing mist but before I could reach the tree several little rabbits seemed to appear out of nowhere. These were not normal rabbits though, they had glowing red eyes and sharp, long claws that looked like they could pierce right through your heart. The fur was jagged and short with suspicious looking holes every couple inches or so. The deadly bunnies approached me in swift hops. As they came closer I tried to throw a fork at one of them, but about as soon as the fork left my hand a gooey, sticky liquid shot out of twenty of the bunnies holes and wrapped itself around the metal fork then ripped it into several jagged pieces. Each bunny shot the goo back but dropped the metal piece into their open mouths before oozing it back into the holes.

'Great,' I thought as the bunnies inched closer, "I've got a bunch of demon bunnies and a possessed mist both trying to kill me." I figured I was dead when a sword soaked out of the ground onto the grass beside me. I dove and picked it up. I ran faster through the mist and approached the rabbits. Without a thought I stabbed each one of the bunnies in the stomach as I ran toward safety. As I stabbed each one it doubled over and dissolved into a tiny pill-looking object. I stabbed the last bunny and rolled out of the mist away from all the dangers. I dashed by and plucked up each white circular pill and tucked them into my pocket before I retired against the golden apple tree and tried to gather the strength to pick myself