I don't know how much time has passed since the previous night at the graveyard. I couldn't believe what was going on in Supernaturalville. I didn't want Mom to worry about what's all been happening in my life lately. I didn't want her to get scared something might not go the way it's meant for me.
I pretended nothing was wrong with me, later that night. But I couldn't hide my feelings for my friends getting involved with the Lost Time Lord. Who is desperate to trap me and my friends in a time bubble.
Feeling confused about my purpose of moving forward with my life, I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom. I wanted to explain everything to my Mom. I wanted to get away from our cursed town. She must listen to me! Because she wouldn't understand how important it is to keep time organized with reality to keep it normal.
Even though I was getting anxious about saying home from school today, I knew Mom wouldn't leave me alone all day in the house. I slowly opened my bedroom door. Taking a peek out in the dimly lit hallway, I could hear Mom talking to somebody on the phone in the living room, downstairs.
Then, I heard her stop suddenly. "I understand, Mr. Monster," I overheard Mom say into the phone. She was speaking with my middle school principal! "You know I will do everything in my power to get the help my son needs to get better," Mom promised. "He hasn't been himself, lately. I can tell by the attitude of his behavior," Mom continued.
I slowly closed the bedroom door, with a quiet squeak. "How can I prove to myself I'm a good kid?" I asked outloud to myself, angrily. It wasn't going to do me any good staying cooped up in my bedroom. With nothing to do, but sulk and feel sorry for myself.
"I don't believe what anybody says about me," I confessed outloud to myself. "I want to prove I have the self-responsibility to be a mature adult. I won't do anything to make myself feel like I've been judged for my differentness," I continued to myself.
I jumped at the sound of a small knock on my door. Heart beating rapidly, I slowly opened my squeaky, bedroom door. An eyeball started out beside me. I screamed! And almost fell backwards onto my bedroom carpet. Mom opened my bedroom door, and apologized for giving me the creeps!
"Son, who were you talking to?" she asked. "I could hear you talking all the way down the living room. What's up? Is everything okay with you?" Mom asked. Helping me to my feet, I shrugged and didn't know how to respond.
"I just was wondering to myself if I'm going to be normal?" I asked my Mom, honestly. Mom remained silent. And stared at me with a blank expression. Then, she smiled and laughed at me. I smiled and laughed back, trying to get along with my Mom.
Mom wrapped an arm around my shoulder and we sat down beside each other, next to my bed. "Of course, you're going to be just fine, son!" Mom exclaimed. I laughed nervously and frowned at Mom. "It means I don't have to worry that something is making my son sick in the head," she continued.
I suddenly felt relieved. I was feeling myself calm down some. And return to normal breathing in my chest. "I'm glad you think I'm going to be your good son, Mom," I said, giving Mom a hug. "Is time ever going to be on our side, again?" I asked. Hoping Mom knew something I didn't.
We turned to look at the alarm radio clock above my bed wall. It was still blinking at 12:00 A.M. midnight. "How odd this is," Mom said. Grabbing hold of my alarm radio clock on the wall of my bed, Mom looked at it, funny. "Time is still not working like it used to," Mom complained.
"It doesn't make sense, does it, Mom?" I asked. Taking the alarm radio clock from my Mom, I followed the plugin at the end of the floor. Mom and I both looked. And saw it was still plugged in next to my bed in the wall socket. "We need an expert on this!" I said, yanking out the plug-in at the wall next to my bed.
Looking at the alarm clock radio, everything seemed the same as it was. Still blinking 12:00 A.M. At midnight I angrily tossed the alarm clock radio into my desk wastebasket in front of my bedroom window with a heavy sigh of defeat.
Mom let out a startled scream of surprise. She walked over to my wastebasket under my desk in front of my bedroom window. Grabbed the thrown out alarm clock radio out of the trashcan. Looked at the blinking numbers closely, she placed my alarm clock radio back on the edge of my desk.
"It's nothing to get worried about, okay?" Mom said, urgently. I didn't know what to believe. Mom made it sound like it wasn't any big of a deal. "You have all the time you need to focus on feeling better, okay son?" Mom said. "I don't want to have to explain to my husband, our son thinks the world is coming to a stop. I won't let anything happen to the existence of time ever moving forward again, okay?" Mom said, folding her arms across her chest. And give me a stern lecture.
I wasn't in the mood to get back to school anytime soon. It was the weekend anyway. I wanted to hang out with my best friend, Albert Alexander. More than anything. Maybe he'd have some kind of explanation for time coming to an abrupt stop. "Can I call on my friend, Albert?" I politely asked my Mother.
She nodded and walked out of my bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. Grabbing my cell phone from the wall charger next to my bed, I started to look up my best friend's phone number in my cell phone contacts list. I found his phone number. And punched in my friend's cell phone number.
After the fourth ring, the line on the other end of my phone, Albert picked up. "Hello? Kirk? What's up? Where've you been? Everybody is looking for you at school," Albert complained on the other side of the receiver.
"I'm at home, dude," I responded. "Something strange is going on in Supernaturalville," I explained.
"Huh? What do you mean? Strange is normal in Supernaturalville," Albert replied, sadly. "You should know by now, Supernaturalville, is connected with the darkness plaguing our town. It belongs to the underworld villains who make it more of their home, then we get to exist with them. So they can feed off our energy to make our stay here in Supernaturalville more pleasant," Albert said, smacking some pink bubble gum on the end of the receiver and blowing annoyingly loud popping bubbles.
"Time is going bonkers, man!" I said, angrily. Grabbing hold of my alarm clock radio off my desk. And chunked it back into my wastebasket. I parted the yellow curtains aside from my bedroom window. And looked out my front lawn.
Albert laughed. "You must be going mad!" Albert said, teasingly. "If you were true, everything and everybody in Supernaturalville wouldn't be the same, wouldn't it?" he asked me. Laughing some more, I don't think Albert was being a good friend, in believing me.
"Can you come over to my house tonight? I need to prove to everybody around here, time has gone insane," I asked my friend, politely. "It's the weekend, so I'm sure your parents won't mind if you sleepover at my house for the weekend," I said.
Popping some pink bubble gum in his mouth, Albert sighed, and said, "I guess so. I don't have anything better to do than just play video games all day and read comic books before bedtime. What time should I come over?" Albert asked.
I suddenly formed a lump in my throat. That was a good question. Then, I burst out in loud sobs.