Excerpt: Castwell

Castwell

It was so boring! The long ride out to nowhere. Or so it seemed. Vasts land of prairy went by, not much different from the rest of what went by. Land,land and more land. A cow. A cow. A bunch of cows. A horse. A horse and some cows. Very boring. Oh, there went another cow. BORING!

The thirteen year old boy peered out of the window, bored out of his mind. He hadn’t wanted to go, but there wasn’t any choice. And it wasn’t even his fault! Well, at least he hadn’t started it. And even he didn’t know really exactly what did happen.

He been through foster homes over his thirteen years, if thirteen WAS his age. No one really knew how old he really was, since being found high in a tree in a city park. They nmed him Peter McNally, McNally after the park he was found in, nd someone just gave him the name Peter. He had been through at least seven foster homes, before being sent to the last one.

When he has arrived at the home, he knew something was wrong, but no one believed him, nor would even listen to him. It seemed strange that everyone listen to Brent. That everyone believed what he said. And did what he asked, or more so, ordered them to do.

Peter just stayed away from him for the most part. There wasn’tanything Peter could see that Brent would want him for. But he was wrong. Brent liked being the boss and having control over everyone. So he had tried to get control over Peter. He told Peter to do something, something stupid. Peter simply told Brent where he could go in not so nice terms. Next thing Peter knew, it felt like something was trying to rip its way into his head. Only something deep in him got pissed off and erupted out of him. Next thing Peter knew, it was three days later and he woke up in hospital. He was brought to the hospital in a deep sleep that no one could wake him up from. He had waken up on his own. Brent was still in the hospital, in a coma and was some deep gauged across his chest, as if some large animal had ripped into him.

Two days after wakening, Some strange man walked into the room and declared that He, Peter had to go to the small town of Castwell to attend school there. When and if Brent ever woke up, he would be sent to Castwell as well.

To GET to Castwell, was about a five hour ride. And probably the most torturous ride he had to ever endure. What, with land going out flat all around and hardly anything else, except, as he had seen, the odd farm house, barn or barnyard creature. BORING! He had tried to talk to the driver, Mr. Grant, but that had proved to be useless. The most he had gotten out of the man, was a grunt or two.

There goes another cow. Speaking of cows, he felt like he could eat one, or at least a hamburger or two or three. He hadn’t eaten a lot for breakfast, being quite nervious. Now, that little bit of breakfast was gone and he was hunger again. Should he try talking to Mr. Grant again? Peter glanced at the man driving the car. Nope! That looked to be pointless. *BIG SIGH!* How many hours has gone by anyways? He really wish he had a watch or something. Then he would know. Maybe he should try to have another nap? At least naps weren’t boring. In fact, a little strange. The dream would start off as he was strolling in a forest of tall trees of some sort. Evergreen perhaps? The thing was, he never been out in a forest. Not even a camping trip. And in his dream, he seemed to be quite natural in this forest. In the dream, he felt he had been enjoying the forest for quite a while, before it felt like something was trying to get out. Trying to rip itself out of Peter. At this point, Peter found he woke up with a start. After the fifteen time, he’d thought he would have gotten use to it.

He must have fallen a sleep, for “We’re here.” Startled him awake. Mr. Grant COULD speak. He sat up to see as the car headed into town. From what he saw of it, a ‘town’ was barely the word for it. The road entering the town had fairly large houses lining the road, then there was a church. A small one compared to what he had seen in the city. Though, it seemed to be just as well decorated as any one would see in the city. Next to it was a police station. Next was a bakery that called itself “Bakery Barn.” It WAS a small city if he could remember anything he had just passed. It looked like Castwell barely had a population over five hundred. And now, he was going to be stuck in this town untilhe came of age.