Locker 2375 c2

Posted on | March 3, 2009 | No Comments

Locker 2375 c2

The Security Guard

You know before all of this, happened, not only did I think I was an ordinary 11 year old boy, I thought I was pretty boring and just average.

But don’t believe me, you be the judge.

This is what my morning looks like 5 days a week.

Mom wakes me and Dex up at 6:15.

Dad comes into our room fresh from the tub and does a Hawaiian dance.

I answer the call of nature because you cannot put Mother Nature on hold, I have tried and it ended in disaster.

Brush my teeth; my Dad says for 2 minutes I do it as fast as I can.

Then I get dressed, now more than ever I wear clean underwear.

Next I pack the lunch that my Dad has laid out on the cutting board in the kitchen, and try to sneak a few more goodies in, like a brownie or a bucket of icing.

I then wait behind my brother to make a waffle for breakfast.

I eat my breakfast.

Then I feed the dogs.

Then if I am lucky I read for 5 minutes exactly.

Dad calls and says that Bono is here and he is leaving with or without me and I rush to put on my shoes.

I get into the car, tune the radio to Cat Boy and my Dad and I head off to school.

See what I am saying?  My life is one big ordinary routine of an 11-year-old kid.

But once I get to school, now, it is all different, strange in a way and sometimes really exciting in a weird way.

Come closer, look over your shoulder and make nobody is reading this and let me share the secret.

One more time check behind you to make sure it is just you and me.

OK here it goes.

Remember I was telling you about the space between the imaginary and the real before?

Remember? Here is what I said last time I spoke to you, I have a mind like a safe.

“I happened onto something that most people will never experience, even some I have shared this with have not seen it for themselves but believe, just because.
Sometimes you just have to believe and when you do drop your guard, just a little, in that instant something akin to magic enters the empty space and plays all sorts of tricks on you, some real and some I am sure imaginary. The problem is figuring out where the imaginary begins and the real stops.”

Well this space between the imaginary and the real is actually a real space! Yes it is 100% real.

No I have not been there.

No I have not met anyone from there either.  Well nobody I can prove is from there, yet.

But I have good reason to believe that there is a place, there is something there and there is a strange link between my school and that space between the imaginary and the real.

And just like in Ben 10 where there are those people called the plumbers, I think there are more people than just me who know about this place.

And what is really interesting is I think that something is communicating with me and someone or something else is doing its best to make sure that that communication doesn’t happen but also that I don’t tell anyone about what I know!

This is not a conspiracy theory I don’t even know what those are.

I know what you are thinking, Max go back to your books you seem to be living in them. Max you are off your rocker. Max you have eaten too much soup your brain is turning into a big noodle. You need to go see a doctor!

Hear me out because I was also very skeptical and though that maybe I had read a few too many books or seen “The Chronicles of Narnia” too many times and even I was starting to think that those ideas might be for real, when everyone knows they are just the product of a twisted imagination probably fueled by too many cans of mean beans.

Before I even realized what I had found, stumbled upon really, something was working very hard to distract me and erase any evidence before I could put 1 and 1 together.

My first inkling that things were not as they seemed at school was the morning 2 months ago when I arrived at 7:30 as usual and there was a new security guard, Charles.

I am sure Charles is a nice guy, he smiles and he nods hello BUT there is something about him, he always seems to have his eyes on me and an extra eye on my Dad.

I know you are saying that would seem to fit, Charles the security guard watching me, he is the security guard.  But I think Charles is not really Charles and that the security guard position is just a clever cover so that someone or something can keep a very close eye on me.

Charles even makes my Dad sign into the school when he drops me off.  Not because he really needs to know my Dad is there but I am convinced he want s to know exactly when I arrive and when I leave.

I was tipped off to something being up when my Dad couldn’t pick me up after school and I had to take the bus or get a ride from another person.  On those days there is no clear record of my whereabouts with Charles, no sign in and out by Dad, and on those days every time I turn around there he is, big, bold and watching out of the corner of his eyes, Charles is everywhere I am.

And then this morning the truth was revealed in a split second.

That crack between the real and imaginary must have slipped because right outside the student entryway to the school there was a broken bottle.  But there are no glass bottles at school, there had been no students before or after me and there was no broken bottle when I entered the building. But before I could make sense of what was going on Charles was there cleaning up the evidence.

But why?  What is he scared of?  And why me?

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