The Bookworm

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The Bookworm


Chapter 1


Sitting there on that crowded, smelly bus was not torture. It was worse. Jacob had always liked writing stories, but no one else seemed to care about his beloved passion of writing. He would sit there in seat #7 and pull out his notebook and pencil now the size of a pinky from his use of it everyday. Jacob was not the richest person in the world; in fact, he was one of the poorest. His house was no "home" in his opinion. It was just a place to stay out of the rain and resupply his bundle of pencils and notebooks. He lived in the ghetto, and no one even cared if he was home or at school. Jacob had a job at the local market as a bagger. He spends all that money on food, notebooks, pencils, and the occasional 70% off clearance rack shirt.
Jacob sat there, having tons of people throw paper balls at him, make fun of his clothes, and even spit on him, but Jacob didn’t care. He wasn’t in this world; he was in the world of his character.
There was nowhere to hide, it was all over. The spirits had just taken too much control, making Scott do whatever they said. He swatted at them in vain. He was gradually sinking into a dark trance…
Bang! Another person smacking his pencil, making it draw another line through his newly created work. “Would you please stop,” said Jacob, “I have been working hard on this book for two whole months. I really want it to be good because I am going to publish it when I am done with it. It will be the greatest book that has ever been written, and all of you will marvel at my writing powers.”
“Yeah, and I am the king of England,” sarcastically stated the cause of the huge mark across his page.
The bus came to a stop. Only about twenty more minutes until Jacob was safely back home in his own private sanctuary. Jacob trudged those two miles home while he was continued to be bullied. He just wished he was like the mighty Scott, with his spells and enchantments. He could easily summon a monster such as an undead to scare the pants off of these buffoons.
Jacob knew he was finally home when he heard his mother yelling at the neighbors again. She was his “mother,” but she was a witch. In his stories, he would always make her the old hag that would send chills up your spine at the sight of her. Seeing that she was in the front, Jacob snuck around back and carefully opened the back door, trying not to make a sound. He quickly ran upstairs into his workspace.
The room was painted a pale gray, almost as if it hadn’t been repainted in hundreds of years. It was dimly lighted and fairly empty. It had a pile of about 1,000 notebooks full of writings which he had done in one corner, a bed in the other, and a desk at the foot of his bed. The desk had a lamp on it, and was used as Jacob’s writing desk. He would sometimes stay up until 2:30 in the morning before finally falling asleep. It didn’t matter though; all he did in school was sleep and write a chapter or two. Now he wasn’t a dumb person at all, in fact he used to get straight A+’s before he began to get lazy. His passion was writing, and school just took away from his time writing and making money to buy more writing supplies.
As Jacob sat there trying to think of a better way to make it suspenseful, he remembered about how he had an essay he had to finish before tomorrow. English was the one class Jacob actually tried in, and it showed on his report card. It was the only class with higher than an F, and he was proud of it. He had always thought that he would become a famous author, however, all twenty of the books he had written were “not good enough” for the publisher, so he had never even had a chance.
Jake pulled a piece of paper out of his backpack and titled it “Persuasive Essay.” He continued to write the essay until he finished it all in about 5 minutes. He was an amazing essay writer, getting A++’s on his essays, but it wasn’t essays he liked to write, it was stories. Jake then put the piece of paper delicately into his backpack and got started writing his book again. The book was entitled, like all of his other books, Death Protector. He put his pencil to his paper when he magically transformed into the protagonist of the story, Scott.
“Jacob!” came the ear-piercing scream of his mom from downstairs. “Jake I need you to come down here quick!”
Jacob ran downstairs, yes he didn’t like his mom very much, but he still liked her a bit. When he got down stairs, he saw his mother sitting perfectly fine on the sofa and not in any danger at all.
“What’s wrong mom?” asked worried-sick Jacob.
“I need you to get me some water, and make sure there are exactly three pieces of ice in it,” nonchalantly declared his mother.
Jacob, noticing that the scream was just for some water with ice in it, started trudging to the kitchen which hadn’t been used in years. It was dusty and full of cobwebs, and it only contained a refrigerator and a sink with a few dirty cups and plates. Jacob started scrubbing the cup with a towel while thinking of how mean and selfish his mother was. She screamed as if someone was trying to ill her, just for a glass of water with three ice cubes. How could she? Jacob thought. Making me think something terribly wrong was happening, just for a stupid glass of water. Jacob finished scrubbing and filled the glass with water from the sink. They didn’t have ice, so he left that part out. He walked up to his mom, got cursed at because he didn’t put ice in it, then ran to his room to grab a backpack full of writing supplies, and ran out the door.
Now this was Jacob’s usual reaction to his mom, but he just didn’t like how she took all her anger of her 3rd divorce and being fired form work on him.
Outside, Jacob took his backpack and went to the store to start bagging. It wasn’t time for him to come in, but the boss new his predicament, and was not going to prevent his hardest worker from missing out on money. Jacob’s boss, Mr. Joe, handed him his name tag and took his backpack to lock it in his office.
Jacob stood there, looking at the newly cleaned floors and remembered about his house and how terrible it was. He was very happy to be able to work at such a homely, clean place, and was happy that he could come to work when things got bad at home. TO BE CONTINUED...

gREAT STORY 2 THUMBS UP

Catherineh11 wrote:gREAT STORY 2 THUMBS UP

Thank you for being the first to comment. I have not finished the first chapter yet, but should have it finished this week. I am think of publishing it, that is why the chapters are SOOO long.

You should try i know some publishing sites

And what might those publishing sites be???

K01H wrote:And what might those publishing sites be???

i will look it up

Definitely an awesome story!!!!

Here is a publishing site

http://www.young-writer.co.uk/

Please write some more