The Truth Is Coming


I had a dream.

So, about this dream. My Pops has been like a father to me since...well, since I can remember. He's quite a great story teller. Every night of my life he has filled my imagination with story after story. It's one of the things I look forward to most, at the end of a day, it's just me and him and our thoughts, so it will come as no surprise that I've had wild dreams my whole life.

But this one was strange, even for me.

I was in Abnormia. That's what Pops calls it. A place where anything is possible. Where the rules are fair. Where people are different from one another, but they actually get along. I know, it sounds like a fairytale, and it is, but I love hearing stories about it. I makes me forget my troubles. It makes me warm, and comfortable.

First off, my dream was in vivid color, and I never dream in color. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't, so that seamed weird. But that wasn't the strangest part. There was a feeling there. One of danger.

Now Abnormia is like I said, kind of a place of refuge, where these creatures and magical beings can come and be themselves and not have to pretend like they do in the "real world". On this night it was very different. People didn't look me in the eye. They hid themselves when they saw me coming.

Then I woke, but I didn't really wake up. I was in my bedroom and my mother was there. Now I don't know what my mom's voice was like or how she carried herself, but I felt like this was how she was in life. As she stood there in my room, and I wiped my eyes trying to wake up, she said.

"We need you son...Abnormia needs you".


Be afraid, be very afraid.

So, my G-Pops is a great guy. The kind of guy that has a hard shell, but deep inside he's a caring soul. I think having put your only daughter in the ground has to weigh kind of heavy on a person.

I know that sounds harsh - to talk about my own mother that way - but I didn't know her. I was 7 months old when she died. Never can get a straight answer from the G-man on that one.

Anyway, Grandpa has always been a bit of a worrier. I don't get to stray very far from the sidewalk. If you get me. He's always got an eye on me. Not because he doesn't trust me. He just thinks something bad is going to happen, I guess.

I try and tell him that I am getting older and can take care of myself, but he just says..."You're not ready for this world of ours"

Don't get him sometimes, but I still love the old fart.


Because it's raining!

So, I want to get to this crazy dream I've been having, but first I got to tell you what happened on Friday. Me and Chance were on our way to P.E. and I realized I forgot my reading time book. This is important because we have been having the "Storm of the Century", and we have to go to the gym on rainy days and read, so I needed my book, or I would get a zero for the day.

Not good.

Why do they call it that anyway? Really? I mean, it has been raining for the past 2 days, and it does suck, but the "Storm of The Century"? You have to envision me saying that in my best "News @ 10" voice. It's just awesome...

Okay. So, we are cutting across the quad and it is coming down, cats and dogs, and we are dodging the massive downpour. Got to admit that we are having a blast, but as we round the corner to my locker...bam!

We run right into VeePee Montague. VeePee. Awesome.

"What are you boys up to?"

"Just forgot my book for P.E."

"Why are you gentlemen wet?"

Okay, does it drive you nuts when guys in authority call teenagers "gentlemen", or what? Me too! Anyhow. I turned to Chance with a look. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This guy is a dip!

"Well, it's raining, sir" I just threw in that "sir" to counteract the gentlemen thing.

"Why haven't you been using the covered corridors?"

"Because I forgot my book for P.E. and we didn't want to be late, so we cut across the quad. Everyone is in the corridor pushing and shoving-we thought this would be quicker."

...And, it was, until he stopped us. Now we are really late. This is just his way of showing us who's boss.

"Well, I am marking it in your files, and if I get word that you guys are wet again. It's a.m. trash pick up for you gentlemen. Understand."

"Yes, sir."

We are dismissed with a wave of his hand. I grab my book, head to class-using the corridors- and when we enter...

"Why are you gentlemen late?"



Detention. Is that the best you got? Really?

I hate school and you pull me out of class and send me to room 604? Yes! Sleep! That’s why you sent me here today to begin with, because I fell asleep in class.

You’d doze off too, if you had to listen to Ms. Swane “The Swine” recite the Articles of Confederation.

When am I going to use that information?

-Can I get you some fries with that? And, by the way, did you know that article 4 establishes freedom of movement, that anyone can pass freely between states? Oh, except paupers, vagabonds, and fugitives from justice... guess I won’t be leaving this crap-hole of a state anytime soon!

You know I wouldn’t be falling asleep if I could shake these freaky dreams I keep having. More on that later. I need sleep.


The birth of Kade

I’m not sure I believe in fate, at least not the way it’s been described to me over the years, but there had to be something at work here other than my actions.

Something that lead me to this place...Abnormia.

I mean, who was I? just a kid. A guy. A stupid teenager that had been written off long ago as someone that would never amount to anything.

Fate. A very interesting way to explain how I got here.