Bryce Xavier: The Boy in Yellow
Hey guys, Bryce here! I’m so excited to share the first chapter of my novelThe boy in Yellow with you. If you like what you read, come back next week for the next chapter!
It was the day that would change my life forever, the day that would make life in this town worth something. To me, at least. I was the boy in yellow and I would soon have a purpose. I’d soon be more than just a kid cleaning up after dogs on weekends, I’d actually be worth something. In West Lake, you either fit in, or you get ridiculed. You’re either in, or you’re out. There is no in between. This is how it’s always been, and how it always will be. You can guess which one I was.
June 19, 2008, the beginning of the end. That day is the reason I am the person I am now, and I finally don’t regret it anymore. It was chilly, but a good chilly. The kind of chilly that makes you want to snuggle up with your parents to get warm. Not that they’d let me. I was playing basketball outside with my best friend Ty as the sun started to set. We watched the blue sky fade away into orange darkness, and a shooting star tear across the sky faster than anything I’d ever seen. Mesmerized and feeling like rebels, we got my tent from the basement and put it together. Summer was finally here, and it was going to be the best one yet. Or, so I thought.
It was around one in the morning when Ty first started to hear noises.
“Stop being a wuss,” I told him, “Now be quiet before I call animal control on you.” This made him laugh, and soon we were drifting off to sleep.
“Did you hear that?” He jolted awake. It must have been three by then.
“Yeah,” I nodded, “This time I heard it.”
The rumbling, rustling noise got louder and louder. I hurried to unzip the tent, but something beat me too it from the outside. We stared, frozen, our fear bouncing off each other like a ball in a tennis match.
“Boys, are you okay?” It was my mom.
“Mom, you scared us half to death,” I gasped.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” she said, “I heard something out here so I came to check for bears. Don’t see any though.”
“Maybe we should go inside,” Ty suggested. I thought he had a good point, but by then it was too late; I had to prove to my mom that I wasn’t dramatic.
“We’re fine,” I said, “You heard her, she doesn’t see any bears.”
I heard my mom walking back to the house, up the front steps, I heard the door slam shut behind her as she went inside. Just then, it happened again, only this time much louder.
“That’s it,” Ty said, “I’m going inside. You coming?”
“And prove my mom right? No way. I can handle it.”
“Suit yourself,” he shook his head and unzipped the tent, leaving his pillow and sleeping bag behind.
It was five seconds later when I heard him scream. It was the loudest scream I’d ever heard. The fear and hurt in his voice broke me. I can still hear it to this day. I ran out of the tent, heart pounding, but saw no one. No man, no woman, no bear, no alien. And no Ty. I looked around but the only thing left was his blue hat lying on the wet grass. That was the last time I saw my friend.