Lucian had a weird but awesome dream last night.
He was flying through the halls of his school. The speed of his flight was that of an eagle in a downfall, but he still managed to avoid all the loitering students with great ease. It was as if he knew to fly all along, as if he was born mid-air.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
His shout carried itself through the entire building. Everyone applauded as he kept doing somersaults, backflips and pirouettes and as he bounced of walls like a wind blessed ninja. Their chemistry teacher, Mr. Praket was nodding in agreement - this is how it's done indeed. Francesca, his long time crush was, there with everyone else, and she couldn't take her eyes of him in pure astonishment. He pretended he didn't see anything, but the triple backflip he did right away was even more dope than his previous stunts.
Where the heck are Joachim and Alfred? They have to see this! He rushed out from the main hall to find them. West wing, east wing, south wing, north wing, wzooooom! He blasted through the entire school, shoulder crushing every closed door that needed to be crushed for him to come through, but he didn't find them!
Those bastards are smoking a blunt without me! The certainty with which he flew out the nearest window was ironclad. He adjusted his flight, so he could scrape the fresh green summer grass with the tips of his shoes and so the guys wouldn't see him coming.
They're gonna be sorry they didn't call me out! I'm gonna steal the joint from them in-flight and puff it all out right above their heads!
He was still full of ecstasy, but suddenly, his ability went off, and he felt as if somebody put a heavy rock right under his stomach. Then he slammed to the ground in full speed, and pummeled into a thick bush near the school fence, in which the hole to their secret meeting spot was hidden.
He was injected deep into the bush - all its pointy and sharp sticks were poking his skin, and he suddenly felt an urgent need to get out of there as soon as possible, but he couldn't. The bush got thicker and kept pushing him deeper and deeper. Lucian felt a dreadful presence of something sinister. Suddenly he realized that he can't breathe, and he began to struggle viciously against the suffocating black and green thickness of otherwise a very friendly bush he kinda liked.
It's gonna smother me to death!
A sudden burst of laugh reached his ears. It was the guys - they were high af and probably cracked some funny joke. Wait a minute - a funny joke? That's Lucian's job! He's the fun one! He's the one who always makes them spin around on the ground as they try to keep their wits not scramble around from the insanely funny one liner he produced!
From the last resort of strength he had, he pushed the bushes twigs away and managed to take in a one last deep breath and shouted viciously:
"A SNORKEL WOULD BE NICE!"
Total silence enveloped his surrounding. And then, as if somebody was right next to him, also a prisoner of the bush maybe, a tiny amused exhale tickled his ear. He turned his head and saw something so extremely terrifying that it woke him right up.
He sat on his bed, absolutely confused from the vivid dream, scratched his head and whispered to himself:
"It said I'm funny."
"No I didn't."
A deep long muddy echoing voice shattered his reality.
A chill from the depths of Antarctica shot deep into his bones. He quickly turned his head AND THERE IT WAS AGAIN!
"FUCK!"
"Lucian, get your witty ass down here! You're gonna be late again!"
Ok, that was his mother, so maybe now he's awake for real.
What the hell was that? He giggled at the funky dream. What a ride.
The 18 years old adolescent ascended from his bed, glanced over his mess-in-a room, stretched his arms and realized his mom was right. It was half past seven, his bus is leaving in seven minutes and he was in no mood to get into a speed mode. Then he realized he already skipped school yesterday and went into super-speed mode instead.
There he goes, thought the bus driver Billy, as Lucian blasted out from the corner of the street in a straight up sprint. The last girl who entered the bus has paid like a minute ago, but he knew he can always speed up a little around the Yorkshire station to catch up, so he gave the bastard a chance.
Lucian seemed to get even faster and as he was almost reaching the bus, Billy pressed the door button. The late runner skid to the front door in the last second and somehow slithered through the closing space of the two closing wings of the bus doors.
"Aha!" barely said Lucian, with a victory grin over his face and zero air in his lungs.
"Welcome aboard, sailor!" greeted him Billy with a grin on his face and pointed to the coin machine. "That would be the usual!"
"Still not taking cards, huh?" exhaled Lucian, and gathered his breath as he was searching through the pockets of his jeans.
"Yarr. This old barque is way o'yappy saggy." said Billy in response. Lucian raised his eyes at the old fella.
He was around his 50s, and he just looked happy as a cat all the time. Usually he would be wearing his old blue uniform with a blue hat with a black shade, but he tended to play some character from time to time and cosplay them. He says he does it for the kids he drives to school, but Lucian knows him better. He likes to mess with people and gets a kick out of it. Once, when Lucian was a kid, Billy played a dinosaur and scared Lucian out of his shoes. He ran to his house yelling that there's a raptor in the bus station. Billy didn't know that they were playing the Jurrasic Park on a local TV station the day before, so that was a fruitful morning for him.
Today he was wearing the Jack Sparrow costume you get from a cheap Vietnamese toy shop. If you're wondering - yea, it didn't fit at all and it was hilarious. Especially with Billy's total serious play on the part.
"Wats the hol'up? Skimmer them gold coin into tha glommer!"
Lucian laughed as he tossed the coins into the machine.
"Yea yea, sorry captain, wouldn't wanna get your wooden leg in my arse!"
"Oi, Jack Sparrow doesn't have a wooden leg, get in with the game, dammit."
"Oh sorry, I thought you're playing 'a pirate' not 'the pirate'."
"What do you mean, you think I don't look like Orlando Bloom?"
"Haha, what, you mean Johnny Depp?"
"Naah, I mean the drunk pirate, not the cool one."
"Wait, now I'm confused, who's the cool one?"
"The tentacle guy-
"We are going to be LATE!" The word "late" resonated through the bus, a blast of air and unpleasantness from the mouth of young Elisabeth Borrow a daughter from "The Family That Lives in That Mansion On The Hill". Lucian and Billy looked at her in pure surprise as she was standing on her seat with a righteous anger in her eyes, they stopped for a bit and Billy said:
"Nay worry lil' ladee, we got them wind up arr sails todaye!"
"No, we DON'T. THIS is a BUS. NOT a BOAT. Now DRIVE-THE-BUS!"
Billy the driver as well as Lucian and the entire bus were shocked. Lucian quickly said to Billy "You meant Johnny Depp, the actor of Jack Sparrow, the cool pirate you mean is Davey Jones." And quickly walked to Elisabeth. Then he fell to one knee and said:
"Please accept my deepest apology, we should have never prolonged your way to knowledge, o' princess of the Hill."
All the other passengers, mostly schoolmates of Lucian, were looking at them. Lucian saw Elisabeth's eyes deciding his fate. It seemed something in his apology satisfied her judgement, and she said:
"Fine. You are forgiven. Just don't do it again or else!"
Billy laughed out loud in the front and started the engine.
"Of course," Lucian said, lowering his head further down, "my princess."
And then he did a classic face plant as Billy accelerated and propelled the old 90s bus onto their way to knowledge.