"Tyler, you're gonna be late!" The voice of my mom called to me, waking me up out of my sleep. Groaning, I rolled out of bed, flopping onto the floor, and sat up. Grumbling quietly to myself, I got up and walked to my dresser, grabbing a black tee shirt and jeans from the drawer. After quickly pulling on my clothes, I scurried to the door, avoiding the chance that my mom may yell to me again.

Hi there. In case you were wondering, my name is Tyler Makiev... yes, I know. It's a dumb name. Anyways,let's get this out of the way. I'm 18 years old, but I get mistaken for 15, because I'm five feet, eight inches tall. I have light brown hair, green eyes, and I'm also the only kid in my school who can move from table to table at lunch without getting yelled at.

What can I say? People like me.

Rushing down stairs, I nearly ran into my mother, who laughed and stopped me. "Easy there, kiddo! Where's the fire?" I smiled and shook my head, hugging her. "No fire here, Мама. Just trying to Get to school." I said. My mom laughed and patted my cheek, before handing me a plate of bacon and eggs. "You silly boy. Eat up then." She chuckled, as I sat down at the table. Nodding happily, I dug into the palate set before me, enjoying the taste of bacon in my mouth.

You'll never leave....

"What, Мама?" I asked, looking up from my plate. "I didn't say anything... and will you speak English? We don't need Russian at our first day of school." My mother chided me lightly. Frowning slightly, I nodded, and continued to eat. I could have sworn I had heard her speak. I thought to myself as I pushed my plate away, and grabbed my bag.

You'll die if you go.

Looking around in confusion, I shook my head and said goodbye to my mom, before running out the door, heading for school.

What the hell is going on today?