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    Skyy Jakobs
    Delivering a Butter Bomb!

    Hey, you! Yeah, you! Reading this book! You might be looking at me like I’m crazy! Yeah, I know you are! The name of the book scared you, didn’t it? Yeah, it probably did…
    Don’t let that stop you, this is actually a pretty long-winded story that you’ll probably get bored of in a few short minutes. No? Well that’s flippin’ great! You’d be the first. Well, at any rate, this is a true story… for the most part. I kind of enjoy the bragging rights so I tend to make things a little… How do you say it? Exaggerated, that’s the word!
    I don’t blame you for looking at me like I’m a crazy psychopath. I like to think that the people that laugh at me for anything I might or might not do are simply jealous of the fact I know how to have fun, regardless of the situation. I love it when people pay attention to me! Oh… you’re waiting for the story, aren’t you? Ha! I almost forgot, no… I completely forgot. I feel so horrible now. Don’t you?
    I haven’t always been like this! There was a time, not too long ago when I was a rather normal boy. I was about fourteen years old when everything about me changed. No, not fourteen, fourteen and a half! That’s it, precisely! They all look at me and I am shunned for how I appreciate the life I am given. It was not like this too long ago, in a much simpler time. It was about two years ago when the world ended.

    Like I had said before, I was fourteen. Gah! I keep forgetting I was fourteen and a half. There’s a huge difference! Anyways, I was fourteen and a half and living a rather normal junior high school life. Even though at the time it was no longer called “junior high school”, even though no one really cared. It was still school, still very much hated by all. I was very much in love with Aymee Reficul, who had loved me too, very much. You’re wondering about the name aren’t you? Aymee was an orphan until about a year ago at the time. Her parents had a thing for spelling names in weird styles, but she never knew them. She lived in an orphanage until a strange foreign family adopted her (don’t ask the nationality, I don’t know myself). We were in absolute love! Even though love was only considered love if you were at least eighteen, it was always considered a game if you were in “love” at fourteen and a half. Now, it’s not like anyone cares, the world being under complete siege now. But that is another story for another day!
    I forgot to formally introduce myself! Living in a rotting world has seemed to destroy my sense of manners. I am now a sixteen year old boy and my name is Skyy Jakobs. My Mother, God bless her wonderful soul, always loved the name Skylar. My Father never agreed to it. They met on an agreement that my name was to be Skyy. I love my name, very masculine and strangely feminine at the exact same time. It could’ve been my sister’s name, if I had a sister. Again, another story for another day!
    Aymee and I were inseparable. I loved her as much as she loved me, which was much more than plenty. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Our mutual friend, Dallas Trough always loved to be around us. He always had a crush on Aymee even way before I came around. He never had that right way of showing it though, I almost felt sorry for the guy. I never could be completely sorry for him, considering how much I loved and cared for Aymee, I would never have wanted to leave her.
    The three of us had another friend, Lieutenant Conner. Lieutenant was not his first name; he always preferred we called him that. He had a very particular obsession with the U.S. Army, Airborne division. It was almost sickening, but made him amazingly fun to be around. His real name was Geoffrey C. Conner. His parents were rich and British (his name has an accent so instead of it sounding like a short “e” sound it was a short “o” sound, which is why he hated being called Geoffrey, or Joffey, or “that one British rich-kid”), he got anything he wanted. He was still great to have around, not joking. Friends made my life worth living then…
    We were all walking home from school one day when we noticed someone else walking in front of us, a girl from our grade (she was that one you would see but you could never remember unless her name was said to you about fifty times. Yeah, that one). Something was wrong with her, we all noticed it, and we all worried. It was normally our nature to look out for each other at school, whether or not we knew each other. We were that group of people you would see in the back ends of the cafeteria, the ones you would see having a great time but you could never recognize any of them. We tended to get picked on a lot because we knew how to have some fun.
    Back to the girl! Dallas loved to make people laugh, so he thought he’d walk up to the girl and make her smile and, if she were upset, cheer her up. Well, he walked up to her and the strangest thing happened. He looked at her ready to say something probably hilarious and she snapped at him before he could say a word.
    “I don’t appreciate your help!” she turned to Dallas shouted with a rather prissy attitude. Her eyes were a very strange color. They looked blood red. That doesn’t seem to me that they’re normal. I thought she probably wore contacts that changed her eye color. “Go back to your hole you worm!” She turned back and walked in the same direction she’d been walking.
    I wondered to myself, ‘what came up and bit her in her butt?!’ Dallas looked hurt, so instead of shouting at the girl for her unbelievable rudeness, the rest of us came to comfort him. “Don’t listen to that…” I tried to say but biting my tongue in case someone were listening.
    Now anybody but me would’ve run screaming at the sight of a beeping stick of butter with lights flashing. But of course, knowing me, I started at it. I noticed the beeping had been speeding up gradually since that girl with the attitude had left. Then suddenly, as soon as that beeper stopped, it had begun.
    Bomb! I wanted to shout but the word came out twisted. I grabbed Aymee by the side, caring most about her health than the others, and Dallas and Conner and the collars of their shirts and I sent us all diving into the grass to the side of the sidewalk we’d been walking on. I don’t know what had become of me, but I might’ve heard of it somewhere. It was called an adrenaline rush. When something endangers your life, you get a quick natural dosage of adrenaline and for a few seconds you feel almost super-human. And that’s how I felt, like I could take on the world! I had no idea how true that was going to have to be. At that moment I knew. That girl’s eyes were red for a reason. I doubted my thoughts, but my suspicions were confirmed…
    “What the…” Aymee started to say with the shortness in her breath showing, looking at the mangled sidewalk where the explosion had sent rocks and gravel flying in all directions. “What was that?”
    I looked right at the other two, and they had the same idea, I looked around for the right word to come out of my mouth, I bit my tongue with the thought.
    “She’s a demon…”