Jacob

Hey everyone,

The book I plan on writing will simply be known as "Jacob." Feel free to comment! Happy reading!

Jacob - Chapter 1

Jacob relaxed on the roof of his tree fort.
Staring up at the stars, he hoped he could be an astronaut one day. Or something rather exciting. Something more exciting than going to school and... pretending to go on adventures. Jacob wanted a real life adventure. Something tangible.

"Jacob!"

"Jacob! Time to come in! It's a school night, honey. It's almost ten!"

Jacob hated school.

Yawning, Jacob crawled down through the fort and climbed the rope ladder into his small, suburban backyard. He scowled, kicking at toys strewn across the backyard, illuminated only from the weak porch light.

"Come in and kiss your mother goodnight, Jacob."

The voice carried through the house and would have carried into the neighbourhood, except Jacob slammed the door shut, sending tremors through the house. Glass trinkets tinkled like music.

He waltzed lazily into his parent's room where they lay, propped up by pillows, next to each other in the bed, watching TV.

"What." Jacob stated.

"Jacob, give me a kiss and go to sleep! It's late!" His mother demanded, gesturing him closer to the bed with her arms.

"I hate school." Jacob said, standing his ground.

"Well, you'd best get used to it young man! You have five more years until you graduate!" His mother frowned, slapping her hands on her lap in frustration.

Jacob's father stared, zombified, at the TV.

"K."

Jacob pecked his mother on the cheek, and walked out of his parent's room, slamming the door for good measure. He hoped that would get the message across. School is for suckers! Jacob thought.

He piled down the stairs to his room, wishing for some excitement. He was thinking about just playing some video games or something. That way, he could escape...this.

Jacob turned on his TV and watched late night talk shows until he fell asleep, TV still blaring on, lighting his dark room with sporadic flashes.

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Red.

Why was everything so red? Jacob thought, alarmed.

He sat up quickly, grabbing for tissue on his nightstand to stuff into his bleeding nose. Not bleeding. Flooding.

His pillow was saturated with blood, as was Jacob's sheets and his clothes which he slept in. Jacob glanced up at the mirror over top of his dresser. His face and hair were also caked in dried blood. Not again Jacob thought. He'd had a few minor nosebleeds lately. Nothing on this scale though.

"Mom!?" Jacob screamed over his TV, which bellowed the weather expected in Baynes Fort for today, on some morning network show.

"Come upstairs! I can't hear a word!" came the muffled reply.

Jacob sat up and slid off the bed woozily. Grabbing more tissue to staunch the blood, Jacob rushed upstairs, feeling fuzzy from the exertion.

"Jacob! Breakfast is ready, You'll be late f---Oh dear God!" shouted Jacob's mom, gasping at the sight of Jacob.

"Mub, I hab a dosebweed."

Jacob sat at the kitchen table, holding the bloodied tissues to his face.

"Oh! Umm, oh dear! Honey! Jacob's had a nosebleed! What should we do?!" Jacob's mother screeched, obviously flustered.

"Don't know. I'm watching the news." Dad nonchalantly replied from another room.

Jacob's mother rushed over to the chair that Jacob was sitting in, sitting on her heels to investigate. "How much blood was there, Jakey? Lots?"

Jacob nodded. Truthfully, it was more blood than he'd ever seen. Looked like he'd been beheaded or something. It was cool.

"We'd better go to the hospital I think."

Jacob's mother stood, pacing around the kitchen, worried. "I'll grab the keys." she said to herself, mostly, walking out of the kitchen, leaving Jacob alone with his tissues.

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