*Disclaimer: Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental depending on the section…oh never mind, you’ll see. Just keep reading.
Chapter 1: In which we are introduced to our heros.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
The radio sang as Mrs. Y sat snugly in her overstuffed rocking chair, cradling a mug of steaming tea in one hand and a copy of Lord of the Flies in the other.
What a wonderful tale, she mused pleasantly.
Her beloved dog Scout lay curled at her feet. She could hear the whistling wind beating against the side of her house, but armed with two blankets and a cup of hot tea, Mrs. Y could take on any Jack Frost that peeped into her house.
Another wonderful Christmas break morning, she thought. Those kids from Advanced Composition Section 1 are awesome, but they sure are a handful.
Unbeknownst to her, the sounds of helicopter blades and a powerful V8 engine hid behind the stormy world of wind surrounding the house.
A large twin-rotor helicopter hovered over Mrs. Y’s house. Three youngsters in paratrooping gear stood in front of the open door. The blizzard made it impossible to even see the other end of the helicopter, let alone the ground, and only by GPS did the chopper pilot know that they were indeed above their drop zone.
“You ready, Peter?” a wavy-haired redhead shouted.
“Do I look like I’m ready?!” replied Peter.
“Absolutely not!” Peter retorted.
Suddenly, a long-haired brunette grabbed both boys by the shoulders.
“Come on, you two! We’re nearing our drop zone! You sure you aren’t ready, Peter?”
“Okay fine!” Peter exclaimed. “The Trio! Peter Quantz, Adam the bro, and Sara Madigan, the sister from…”
“Right. Michigan. Well, let’s hop to it!”
“Geronimo!” Adam cried exuberantly.
“Let’s bounce!” Sara shrieked.
They jumped, plunging deep into the heart of the swirling blizzard.
A dilapidated station wagon with rotted wood paneling tore through the streets of Richmond, devouring corners and floating over potholes like a Corvette. Inside, a dude in a baseball cap recklessly wrangled the suspiciously sporty-looking pedals and steering wheel.
“Hey Andrew, you ready to do this?”
Andrew stretched, keeping his hands firmly on the wheel.
“Mari, I’ve been planning this little gig for sixty-three days, and now you ask me if I’m ready? You can’t just go visit your English teacher over Christmas break without a plan. Remember, this is our way of proving that we are indeed the best section of Advanced Comp. I even wrapped her gift a month early!”
“Wait, hang on,” Mari exclaimed before Andrew could continue his spiel. “I’m getting a call from our lookout.”
An F-15 fighter jet ripped through the sky, waking every hibernating animal within a two mile radius.
The pilot yelled into the intercom, “Mari, we’ve got a surprise on our hands! Danger on the horizon! I’m picking up three hostile-looking vehicles headed your way, about 20 miles out still. They almost look like those trucks from Section 5…you’ve heard the rumors. It can’t be them though; they wouldn’t have found us! This was supposed to be a complete Christmas surprise for Mrs Y.”
Mari’s voice broke in, crackling. “Alright. I think we’ve still got time. Keep me posted, Matthew.”
Still unaware of the shenanigans happening outside, Mrs. Y set her cup of tea down and carefully placed a conch shell onto the pages of her book before standing up. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind flung a tree branch into the door, echoing a loud bang throughout the house.
“C’mon, Scout,” Mrs. Y whispered. “Let’s see what’s going on.”
She glanced through the peephole but couldn’t see anything. Throwing on a coat, she shrugged and opened the door, only to see a gnarly tree branch lying on the porch.
“Must just be the wind.”
Hustling back into the warmth of her house, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something—or rather, somethings—falling from the sky. Looking up, she noticed three paratroopers descending onto her snowy lawn.
Having slightly miscalculated the effect of the wind, the trio unceremoniously rolled onto the porch before jumping up and shouting, “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Y! It’s us! Your favorite students!”
“Ah!” she exclaimed with a look of shock washing across her face. “The kids from AC Section 1! I was not expecting you at all! But…” she asked curiously as Andrew and Mari’s vehicle roared into her driveway, “What’s this station wagon here?”
“Oh, this hunk of junk?” Sara grinned, lifting an eyebrow in suspense. “You’ll see.”
Andrew and Mari flung the doors open and leaped out. Mrs. Y gasped in horror as Andrew viciously kicked the front fender. Suddenly, to her amazement, the old wooden panels fell off to reveal a glistening bronze Chevy Corvette.
“Beautiful! Now, I just see Andrew, Adam, Peter, Mari, and Sara here. Where are the others?” Mrs. Y wondered.
“Lizzie’s on her way,” Peter remarked. “So are Sean, Bronwyn, Luke, and Caleb. Samuel said he might show up too. Matthew’s our lookout and aerial contact.”
“Were you wondering how we managed to get a gigantic military-grade heli to drop us semi-illegally into the middle of Virginia?” Peter quipped.
“I see. And…how do the rest plan on arriving?” Mrs. Y queried suspiciously.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to see!” Adam grinned mischievously. “But…could we get inside? We’re a bit frozen.”
Chapter 2: In which something happens, and cereal is eaten.
“Please, make yourselves comfy. The storm’s making everything go crazy. We’re just lucky to have power.”
“Mrs. Y, you’re the best,” Mari declared.
The five staggered into the kitchen and immediately raided the fridge. Mrs. Y hurried off to grab more blankets while the kids made themselves comfortable. By the time Mrs. Y returned, they had already cleaned out the cereal shelves and were warming up pots of milk on the stove. The kitchen echoed with the sounds of Peter, Adam, and Andrew laughing at jokes while Sara and Mari watched the stove and placed bets on which pot would begin steaming first.
Well, it’s nice to be taken at one’s word once in a while, Mrs. Y thought, amused.
Mrs. Y called out, “Even though the oven’s nice and warm, I bet a seat in the living room would do you good. Yes, you can bring the cereal. Just don’t spill any.”
“I claim the couch!”
“The floor’s all mine, no touchy.”
Mari grabbed a marshmallow out of Sara’s bowl of Lucky Charms, Peter and Andrew shoveled Cocoa Puffs into their mouths, and Adam dumped both into one bowl as the five plopped onto the couches. Andrew fired up the TV, and Adam, superpowered by his “lucky chocolates,” reached into his backpack and threw a DVD into the player with precision that would make a professional spittoon spitter blush.
Andrew’s and Mari’s jaws dropped in disbelief, while Peter, Sara, and Adam munched on their bowls of sugary deliciousness with disinterest.
“What? I’ve been practicing,” Adam responded, noticing the expression on their faces.
“Running low on fuel,” Matthew said to himself. “I’ve gotta radio Ma….”
He felt a sudden, violent buffeting and grabbed the control stick.
“Unusually strong turbulence, even for this snowstorm,” thought Matthew.
Suddenly, his stomach dropped, and he tugged the stick back while glancing at his altimeter. He tapped the screen, but it stayed consistent.
He was plunging down at almost two hundred feet per second.
Matthew jammed his throttle forward and pulled up, hoping he wouldn’t stall or run out of fuel. Although he couldn’t see outside, his display told him he was flying level. Yet he was still dropping thousands of feet per minute.
No more games, he told himself as he pressed the radio button.
“Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Matthew, Section 1. Mari, do you copy? Over.”
“Mari? Are you there?”
Great, now I have to deal with an apparently supernatural force and a fuel problem at the same time. Well, I’ve seen worse days.
Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched cackle of laughter over his set.
He choked back the urge to scream into the mic that his name was MATTHEW and not MATTY, but he managed to resist.
“Nothing? Hello? Are you there, Matty? This is Mari.”
Same voice, only no cackle. A voice that didn’t belong to anyone from Section 1 and certainly not Mari. This was just too creepy. Matthew decided to stay quiet, not wishing to reveal any information until the caller identified herself.
“I must say, Matty, your silence is astounding. Now, even if you won’t call in, I know you are there. Resistance is futile. We are pulling your plane toward the ground with our Section Five Super-Secret Super-Magnet Suction Weapon.”
Matthew’s eyes narrowed. His training instantly kicked him into action.
Pulling the ejection cord, he popped the cover off his cockpit and shot himself off into the dark, swirling air. Below him, his beloved jet ran out of fuel, died, and plunged toward the earth like a silent dart. Matthew, dazed from the shock of the cold air, barely managed to pull his chute before sinking into the heart of the storm.
Read the rest of the story here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1amf-yAA2pkBn18k_0HmfV8JsAqdjQxKpwwI7pe0XGgw/edit?usp=sharing
Meet the Authors
Andrew Berry Adam Quantz
Featuring: Andrew Berry, Samantha Campbell, Luke Cheung, Caleb Cullum, Bronwyn Dix, Lizzie Jacobs, Matthew Jones, Samuel Laake, Sean Lowe, Sara Madigan, Mari Stanton, Adam Quantz, and Peter Quantz.