Thursday, August 2, 2007
Chapter 2
A Twisted Tail
A Twisted Tail
Shawn awoke the next morning at his usual 11 in the morning routine. As he slowly opened his bedroom door, taking extra care not to stub his swollen toe again, he discovered breakfast at his doorstep.
"Strange..." he wondered to himself. "Mom never puts breakfast on the floor like that..."
"Oh well..." he sighed taking a bite of a peanut butter sandwich and a swig of OJ almost simultaneously.
Dragging himself to the kitchen, Shawn realized the ridiculous pig tracks was gone. He muttered to himself that it must have all been a dream before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of a pig in the kitchen.
"What are you..."
"Doing here?" finished the pig as it reared up on its hind legs.
Shawn's jaw dropped. There was a pig in his kitchen and it was on two legs.
"You're not going to tell me that four legs are bad and two legs are good, are you?"
"No, you're confusing me with my cousin Nappy... Yeah, people used to say we really looked alike..." suddenly breaking off after realizing he was reminiscing unnecessarily. "Anyway, I'm here because, as you must have realized, you are special!" continued the pig.
"Special? Is this where you drag me off to that place in Buangkok?" replied Shawn with an almost dreadful fear in his voice; maybe he knew all along this day would come.
"What? No no, my dear boy. Not at all. My, how rude of me, I have yet to introduce myself. I'm SpiderPig. My friends call me Spidey."
"Oh... Hi Spidey!" cheered Shawn with much enthusiasm then realizing it was quite silly to be speaking to a pig after all.
"Alright, Shawn. I'm here to tell you that you've been accepted to the SOM."
"I got into medicine?! That's great!" Shawn exclaimed with glee.
"Oh pardon my use of acronyms. But that stands for the School of Mutants..." interjected Spidey, not wanting to ruin Shawn's moment.
"What?! I'm a m..mutant? But that can't be! I.. I can't do anything special."
Spidey paused and surveyed Shawn through those beady glass-like eyes of his before saying, "We call people like you, the Undiscovereds. But the real reason why the school has sent me to escort you, is that we've not had a Class 1 in a long time."
"A class what?!" retorted Shawn.
"Well, mutants are arranged according to the potential of their abilities. The lower the number, the greater the power." explained Spidey in an almost matter-of-fact tone.
Shawn paused for a moment allowing the information that had just transpired to seep in. He looked as if he had the wind knocked out of him. Slowly, he got off the kitchen stool which he had unconsciously planted himself on.
"Alright, so this school is supposed to teach me how to use these abilities for good?" he asked.
Spidey nodded knowingly, this still greatly disturbed Shawn as he wondered how a pig could nod. Spidey bent over and trotted on all fours to the main door of the house.
"Now if you will, Shawn, it's time to get your books. School starts in a week."
"Strange..." he wondered to himself. "Mom never puts breakfast on the floor like that..."
"Oh well..." he sighed taking a bite of a peanut butter sandwich and a swig of OJ almost simultaneously.
Dragging himself to the kitchen, Shawn realized the ridiculous pig tracks was gone. He muttered to himself that it must have all been a dream before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of a pig in the kitchen.
"What are you..."
"Doing here?" finished the pig as it reared up on its hind legs.
Shawn's jaw dropped. There was a pig in his kitchen and it was on two legs.
"You're not going to tell me that four legs are bad and two legs are good, are you?"
"No, you're confusing me with my cousin Nappy... Yeah, people used to say we really looked alike..." suddenly breaking off after realizing he was reminiscing unnecessarily. "Anyway, I'm here because, as you must have realized, you are special!" continued the pig.
"Special? Is this where you drag me off to that place in Buangkok?" replied Shawn with an almost dreadful fear in his voice; maybe he knew all along this day would come.
"What? No no, my dear boy. Not at all. My, how rude of me, I have yet to introduce myself. I'm SpiderPig. My friends call me Spidey."
"Oh... Hi Spidey!" cheered Shawn with much enthusiasm then realizing it was quite silly to be speaking to a pig after all.
"Alright, Shawn. I'm here to tell you that you've been accepted to the SOM."
"I got into medicine?! That's great!" Shawn exclaimed with glee.
"Oh pardon my use of acronyms. But that stands for the School of Mutants..." interjected Spidey, not wanting to ruin Shawn's moment.
"What?! I'm a m..mutant? But that can't be! I.. I can't do anything special."
Spidey paused and surveyed Shawn through those beady glass-like eyes of his before saying, "We call people like you, the Undiscovereds. But the real reason why the school has sent me to escort you, is that we've not had a Class 1 in a long time."
"A class what?!" retorted Shawn.
"Well, mutants are arranged according to the potential of their abilities. The lower the number, the greater the power." explained Spidey in an almost matter-of-fact tone.
Shawn paused for a moment allowing the information that had just transpired to seep in. He looked as if he had the wind knocked out of him. Slowly, he got off the kitchen stool which he had unconsciously planted himself on.
"Alright, so this school is supposed to teach me how to use these abilities for good?" he asked.
Spidey nodded knowingly, this still greatly disturbed Shawn as he wondered how a pig could nod. Spidey bent over and trotted on all fours to the main door of the house.
"Now if you will, Shawn, it's time to get your books. School starts in a week."