The Quest for Arcadia
You finally arrive at the main entrance to James Robinson Secondary
School for the first day of your 11th grade year. Ug. A new school
year. Won't this be fun. As you're entering the school you hear a
familiar voice from behind you...
Mr. Rome, the high school drama teacher and the one person you were
hoping wouldn't find you this morning.
You sigh as you turn to look at him, when BAM! He looks completely
different. Like, the difference between Pee-Wee Herman and Mel Gibson.
I mean, you're not gay or anything...but Mr Rome looks good! As you
stand and gape for a second, he walks over and whispers in your ear
"Meet me in the Drama room after first period. We have some
important business to discuss."
As you sat through a boring perious of Advanced Algebra 2 with
Trigonometry, listening to your teacher (you think her name's Mrs.
Keen but you're not sure...) drone on about students who need to
borrow calculators from the school, all you can think about is the
change in Mr. Rome and a little blue lizard crawling on your desk. It
blips away and blips back in in different places every few
seconds...damn...you must've had a bad trip...
As soon as the bell rings for passing period you're on your way to
talk to Rome. Once you get there he looks normal again. The same
normal he's looked the past two years.
He gives you his smile...the one that makes you think you might have
actually done something right but that he's simply waiting for you to
screw up...and starts talking to you.
"No, Sam, you're not going crazy. Or using drugs. Or something
like that. The things you're seeing really are there...sort of."
You drop into one of the couches in the room, and he continues
talking.
"You and I are but two of many special people in this
world...people who are more than human. We are one of the Fae, Sam,
and your change is coming up on you soon. That is why you have been
having these visions..."
You spin on a heel as you see an image in the corner of your eye.
No...it couldn't have been. A man with rabbit ears? You continue
walking to school, thinking someone must have slipped some acid into
your coke at the party on friday, 'cause you've been having some weird
trips...
