CLAMNATE LUPUS

Prologue: The Whipping Boy The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000).... Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment him time and time again. He knew the asshole well, he was a resident sixth grade jerk by the name of Royce Tanner. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos and smelled of booze and cigarette smoke whenever anyone had been unfortunate enough to have to get near him. He fancied himself somethin

Chapter 2: Something Of A Fresh Start The Roadside Shop, Main Dirt Road, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... The wind was blowing quite a bit as the red station wagon pulled toward the inner portion of town as both Casey and his mother looked around at the beautiful surroundings in awe. The brooding teen was at least pleased to note that the town had been more or less a smaller city and not some forgotten farmland in the middle of nowhere. There were stores and many other buildings that seemed to put him at ease, the only difference is that everyone would know everyone no matter who came and went in town. Casey sighed unsure whether or not this would have an impact on how he'd go about his day to day and keep his secret. Mrs. Peterson was intent on enjoying their new life as she had finally gotten her son away from those awful bullies whom had been a thorn in her side ever since he started school in that district. Being a highly trained Chef had it's perks and she was able to relocate the

Chapter 4: The Newest Kid In TownCasey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan.... Casey could hardly believe it when he finally finished unpacking and passed out on the large four poster bed covered with dark blue bedding and pillows, in the center of the very spacious room. His body seemed to ache all over and he was still exhausted from the long drive, but he was in a much better mood than when he first arrived. The bedding was soft, and familiar as it was what he used on his old bed back at the old house which his room currently smelled of right down to his dirty gym socks in the hamper. Despite the vast space, it was beginning to feel a bit like home. His mother was busy getting the remainder of the house together before she started dinner. She promised him salmon and salad for the evening as she settled into her much more spacious kitchen complete with a black marble isle in the center. They now had a dining area and cupboards ga

Chapter 6: First Impressions Are The Damnedest ThingFallon Creek, Michigan.... With his stomach in a massive jumble of knots, Casey Allen Peterson made his way toward the front of the school that he'd been transferred to by the name of Ridgemont High. It wasn't much different than any other high school he'd been to, but he was quite pleased that nothing had changed all that much. It was at least something he could navigate in terms of familiarity. He had chosen to make himself as presentable as he possibly could given the situation electing to wear a plain white t-shirt, Tanned cargo pants, a dark grey overshirt with pockets and a black leather belt and black hiking boots due to the rugged woodland area. He had his backpack, which was also black casually held onto his back via one shoulder strap and his messy brown hair was purposely combed to resemble spikes as he put on his black sports watch and did his best not to look like a punching bag as he headed out of his bedroom and d

Chapter 8: Awkwardness At Its FinestFirst Period, Mr. Hizen's Class, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan.... All eyes appeared to be on both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson as they both entered the class room one after the other much to the surprise of their resident English teacher Mr. Richard Hizen. He was an average looking man given to warm colored sweaters and long sleeve button down shirts with khaki pants and shiny dress shoes. He had something of a mustache that he seemed to take pride in managing and neat dark brown hair that matched his equally dark brown eyes. He was slightly on the pale size and gave Casey the impression of being closer in appearance to Bert from Sesame Street, as he turned his attention to them and the latest novel he'd chosen to be part of the syllabus for the new semester. Casey made his way toward the final desk after watching the angry older boy sit down in the one farthest from the front and near the window. The class wat