IOU Ch.1

Oliver slept in his new room.  A twin bed on one wall, an easel and a bookshelf on the other were the only things that made this room his.  His dad woke him up at around 7:10 every morning for school, which he did that morning.  Oliver walked down the steps leading from the loft to the living room downstairs. The coach and the TV being the first thing he saw.  He then staggered through the dinning room and into the kitchen to get a Danish, then back to the dining room.  His sister was sitting at the table, barely awake.

'How odd,' he thought, 'Sidney isn't bouncing of the walls.'

They then ate without so much as a hello.  He then went and took a shower.  He got out and wiped of the mirror without looking.  He grabbed the electric razor and looked in the mirror.  When he did, what he saw made him drop the razor.  He had a large Grey fox ear on the right side of his head!  He nearly panicked.  He had trained himself to use logic over feelings, the only problem... there was no logic in this!  He grabbed the new ear and yelped in pain.

'Nope,' he thought, 'This is not an illusion or a dream.  Okay, Sidney must not have seen it otherwise she would have said something.  Good, maybe I can hide it under a hat.'

Oliver opened the bathroom door and peaked his head out.  He looked both ways and, seeing no one, made a mad dash to his bedroom.  He closed the door and quickly rummaged trough his box of hats.

'The baseball cap? OW! No not the baseball cap.

He continued rummaging through the box of hats until he came upon his fedora.

'Lets see, a little uncomfortable but I'll live.'

Then, he got dressed and went to the front door.

"Bye dad!" he shouted walking out the door, "Bye Lisa!"

He walked to his bus stop and was greeted by the kids there.

"What's with the hat, felling gangsa?"  a boy asked.

"What's wrong? Finally get irritated by the chestnut mop on you head?" asked Ashley, also known by Oliver as the resident bitch.

"Sorry Ashley, I don't have 2 bucks on me so you can stop sweat talking me," Oliver retorted, several 'oohs' whistled in response.  

Oliver is taller than most other 13-year-olds, at five foot seven he towers over the 6th and 7th graders at the bus stop.  He has a square jaw, strong eyebrows, long eyelashes and green-primary hazel eyes.  He smirked in victory as Ashley made a puckered face and stomped to her friends.  The bus arrived and took them to school.  All was well until 7th period.

"Oliver," his social studies teacher, Mr. Armstrong, said, "No hats in school."

Nearly panicking, Oliver quickly came up with an excuse, "I got a relay bed hair cut Mr. Armstrong, and I don't want anyone to see it."

"Oliver, come here," he responded pointing to the ground.

Nervously, Oliver made his way to the front of the room.  Mr. Armstrong ripped the hat off of Oliver head, stunning him.  The whole classroom gasped at the fox ear, now visible without the hat.  The only one not fazed by the sight was Armstrong, whose hand was moving suspiciously to his back.

"Hm," he said, "I figured."

Before Oliver had a chance to ask, Armstrong's hand was already gripping something on his back.  Instinctively, Oliver dropped to the ground just as Mr. Armstrong brought a gun up and fired once.  Soaring over him, the bullet broke the cheep window of the classroom and logged itself in a tree.  Oliver turned quickly to where the bullet struck the tree and saw that it was not a bullet but a dart, now giving off a strange purple gas.  Oliver rolled as Armstrong shot another dart at him.  Jumping to his feet, Oliver leaped out the window and made a mad dash to the neighborhood.  

Panting, he turned corner after corner to be sure that Mr. Armstrong didn't follow him.  When he was sure he wasn't being followed, Oliver fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. Why did this happen to me!? He thought.  He stayed there a second then grimaced at his show of weakness.  He wiped the tears from his eyes and yelped in a rather canine way.  Standing around him were several people from the neighborhood, all gaping at his ear.

His stood up and in his most threatening voice yelled, "MOVE YOUR ASSES!"

And they did. Smirking, Oliver walked through the parting crowed.  He turned the corner than sprinted again.  Crap! How thought, I was hoping to vote when I turned 18... guess that I shouldn't get caught!  
He slowed his pace and walked to a near by car.  Mustang, nice! He thought with a smile.   Looking left then right, he opened the hood of the car and removed the battery, then ripped the sleeve of his T-shirt of and rapped it around his fist.  He moved quickly to the driver's side of the car and punched the window in.
He then put the battery in the car and got in.  Getting paper and a pen from the glove compartment, he wrote a letter.  He then dropped the paper out the window then drove away.  Left on the ground was a note that said, "IOU one window, sorry."