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The Misadventures of Zarin

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AN: This is a quick story that I wrote for an assignment, a long time ago. Someone I know dared me to post it, so here it is. It’s not that good, but if anybody wants me to continue it tell me, and I might. Thanks for venturing into my cave though. Enjoy.

-Kaz

 

“Mom where is my hair dye?” Zarin yelled as he ran through the house searching frantically.

“I threw it away, I think your natural hair color suits you much better than the dark tones that you dye it.” Zarin’s mother replied form the kitchen. Growling Zarin ran to his room and pulled out his hidden container of hair dye. Things couldn’t have been going worse for him this morning, he thought to himself, as he quickly began to apply the dye to his har. As he worked his phone began ringing.

“Hello?”

“Zarin where are you? You’re going to be late” his best friend yelled through the phone.

“Where am I? Where are you weren’t you supposed to stop by this morning?” Zarin, replied pack, rinsing the excess dye out of his hair before looking at in the mirror. For any other person they would have seen a nice vivid Back, but the dye was already fading back into the hairs lighter silver color.

“I did, your mom sent me on my way saying that you had already left for school.” his friend replied.

“Well I didn’t, it seems that my alarm didn’t go off this morning, and I’m going to be late.i have to finish up. see you in homeroom.”Zarin ran downstairs, before looking at his mother.

“You planned this didn’t you?”

His mother looked up at him innocently from behind her newspaper. “honey I didn’t plan anything.”, before handing him some toast and ushering him towards the door. “now hurry up or you will be late.”

“No, I’m not hungry,” Zarin handed the toast back before looking at his mother and removing her ponytail, that was pulled over her soldier. “And how many times have I told you not to wear your hair like that? It’s sure to prompt something to happen.”

“I’ll be fine.” his mother said pushing him out the door.

Glancing at his watch Zarin ran to the nearest trolley and quickly climbed onto the back. He refused to be the kid that ran to school late with toast. All his life he had been avoiding what he would have called a pilot trigger. All of the scenarios that would turn him into the hero, Zarin had expertly avoided. Even though middle school, where it should have occurred the worse. So why now, he had planned everything about today to go in his favor. he would be just an average kid, get up, take care of his hair. Before eating breakfast with his two parents, and walking to school with his best friend, arriving on time and sitting smack down in the middle of the classroom in all of his classes. Avoiding the rear corner seat by the window. Never eat lunch on the roof, join as many extracurricular as he could. And be a social butterfly. That had been his plan, it was everything that your stereotypical hero would not do. It was perfect, it would last him through all of his teenage years, without causing him to enter a situation that would cause him to ever need powers of any kind. Zarin had taken into account everything, so why today the first day of his senior year in high school, did everything have to go wrong? Glancing back at his watch Zarin, smiled things might be going his way after all. As he walked to his class Zarin saw Cassandra talking to a group of freshmen that she had met over the summer. Cassandra had been Zarins friend for as long as he could remember, up until junior year, she had always been one of the guys, kept her hair short, never wore makeup, and always dressed in band hoodies, and ripped jeans. Never to be seen without a cup of hot chocolate, and her skateboard.  Nothing had obviously changed. But Zarin had been her friend long enough to notice she had become more concerned about her appearance, and less blunt about things, and cared more about what others thought.

“BOO!” Zarin shouted as he grabbed Cassandra’s shoulders. Several of the young freshmen was startled, but Cassandra just turned around un-amused.

    “Really, this again? you’re never going to be able so to scare me you know. THough I am glad to see that you arrived on time, though I can’t figure out how.” Cassandra waved to the freshman as they walked away, as turned to face her childhood friend.

“Hey. Eventually, it will work,” He shrugged, ” And I caught a trolly, on my way here. Ready to make it to class?”

“Ready when you are.”

Zarin turned with his friend in town and began to walk to their homeroom. As the day had passed everything had gone according to plan. No magical creatures appearing out of nowhere trying to talk to him, weird transfer students or monsters attacking the school; that is until the sixth period.

“Hello class, I am Miss. Olmstead, I will be teaching your English class. Before you get seated, I have two things to tell you, first is that I have a seating chart, and two there is a new student who has moved into town. Zarin, may I speak to you privately?”Miss. Olmstead was a younger teacher that got along with everyone and had become quite close with Zarin over the years.   due to him being in the literature club, and often touring with the younger students. While she supervised.

“Yes, Miss.Olmstead,?”

“Zarin, as one of the best students at this school I have been told the tell you that you are in charge of Mr. Sam here through his first week here. He has just arrived after traveling all this way from Shekhar. Please be nice to him, I’ve been told that he has been through a lot, and they sent him all the way over hear to our small town, for a change of scenery and a new life.” Mss. Olmstead usually cheery face darkened as she said this, before returning to its usually cheery expression as she looked at someone standPostmodernism story

By Levi Bibler

4/18/2018

“Mom where is my hair dye?” Zarin yelled as he ran through the house searching frantically.

“I threw it away. I think your natural hair color suits you much better than the dark tones that you dye it.” Zarin’s mother replied from the kitchen. Growling, Zarin ran to his room and pulled out his hidden container of hair dye. Things couldn’t have been going worse for him this morning, he thought to himself, as he quickly began to apply the dye to his har. As he worked his phone began ringing.

“Hello?”

“Zarin where are you? You’re going to be late” his best friend yelled through the phone.

“Where am I? Where are you? Weren’t you supposed to stop by this morning?” Zarin, replied back, rinsing the excess dye out of his hair before looking at himself in the mirror. For any other person they would have seen a nice vivid black, but the dye was already fading back into the hair’s natural light silver color.

“I did, your mom sent me on my way, saying that you had already left for school.” His friend replied.

“Well I didn’t, it seems that my alarm didn’t go off this morning, and I’m going to be late. I have to finish up. See you in homeroom.” Zarin hung up the phone, before running downstairs, glaring at his mother.

“You planned this didn’t you?”

His mother looked up at him innocently from behind her newspaper. “Honey I didn’t plan anything”, before handing him some toast and ushering him towards the door. “Now hurry up or you will be late.”

“No, I’m not hungry,” Zarin handed the toast back before looking at his mother and removing the ponytail that was pulled over her shoulder. “And how many times have I told you not to wear your hair like that? It’s sure to prompt something to happen.”

“I’ll be fine.” his mother said pushing him out the door.

Glancing at his watch Zarin ran to the nearest trolley and quickly climbed onto the back. He refused to be the kid that ran to school late with toast. All his life he had been avoiding what he would have called a pilot trigger. All of the scenarios that would turn him into the hero, Zarin had expertly avoided. Even though middle school, where it should have occurred the worst. So why now, since he had planned everything about today to go in his favor? He would be just an average kid, get up and take care of his hair before eating breakfast with his two parents, and walking to school with his best friend, arriving on time and sitting smack down in the middle of the classroom in all of his classes. Avoiding the rear corner seat by the window. He would never eat lunch on the roof, join as many extracurricular activities as he could, and be a social butterfly. That had been his plan, it was everything that your stereotypical hero would not do. It was perfect. It would last him through all of his teenage years, without causing him to enter a situation that would cause him to ever need powers of any kind. Zarin had taken into account everything, so why was today, the first day of his senior year in high school, the day that everything went wrong? Glancing back at his watch Zarin smiled. He was going to be on time. Things might be going his way after all. As he walked to his class Zarin saw Cassandra talking to a group of freshmen that she had met over the summer. Cassandra had been Zarin’s friend for as long as he could remember, up until junior year. She had always been one of the guys. She kept her hair short, never wore makeup, and always dressed in band hoodies, and ripped jeans. Never to be seen without a cup of hot chocolate and her skateboard.  Nothing had obviously changed. But Zarin had been her friend long enough to notice she had become more concerned about her appearance, and less blunt about things, and cared more about what others thought.

“BOO!” Zarin shouted as he grabbed Cassandra’s shoulders. Several of the young freshmen were startled, but Cassandra just turned around, un-amused.

    “Really, this again? You’re never going to be able so to scare me, you know. Though I am glad to see that you arrived on time, though I can’t figure out how.” Cassandra waved to the freshman as they walked away, as she looked at her childhood friend.

“Hey. Eventually, it will work,” He shrugged, ” And I caught a trolley on my way here. Ready to go to class?”

“Ready when you are.”

Zarin turned with his friend in tow and began to walk to their homeroom, as the day had passed everything had gone according to plan. No magical creatures appearing, trying to talk to him, weird transfer students or monsters attacking the school; that is, until the sixth period.

  “Hello class, I am Miss Olmstead. I will be teaching your English class. Before you get seated, I have two things to tell you, first is that I already have a seating chart, and two there is a new student who has moved into town. Zarin, may I speak to you privately?” Miss Olmstead was a younger teacher that got along with everyone and had become quite close with Zarin over the years, due to him being in the literature club and often helping the younger students while she supervised.

“Yes, Miss Olmstead?”

“Zarin, as one of the best students at this school I have been told to tell you that you are in charge of Mr. Sam here through his first week. He has just arrived after traveling all this way from Shekhar. Please be nice to him, I’ve been told that he has been through a lot, and they sent him all the way over here to our small town, for a change of scenery and a new life.” Miss Olmstead’s usually cheery face darkened as she said this, before returning to its usually cheery expression as she looked at someone standing just outside the door.

“Come on Sam, this is Zarin, I’m sure they’ve told you who he is by now.”

Being called over Sam quietly walked over. He was tall and had that Victorian royalty kind of look about him. One glance at the class and Zarin quickly saw girls beginning to giggle, and blush.

“Hello” was all he said. Trying to mask his annoyance, Zarin welcomed the new student.”Hello, and welcome to our school. The class is about to start so I suggest that we get to our seats.” Turning to go sit down his spirits plummeted. The only open seats were in the back row. Looking at the seating chart Zarin grimaced.  His seat was the one in the rear left corner by the window.

ing outside the door.

“Come on Sam, this is Zarin, I’m sure they’ve told you who he is by now.”

Being called over Sam quietly walked over. he was tall and ha that victorian royalty kind of look about him. One glance at the class and Zarin quickly saw girls beginning to giggle, and blush.

“Hello” was all he said.

Trying to mask his annoyance Zarin welcomed the new student.”Hello, and welcome to our school. The class is about to start so I suggest that we get to our seats.” Turning to so sit down his spirits plummeted. the only open seats were in the back row. looking at the seating chart Zarin grimaced. His seat was the one in the rear left corner by the window.

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