Blazin Lights: (Episode 1) The Origin

My first day of school took place at Green Valley Elementary on August 29. Jeff had to drive me there, because of safety reasoning. When we got there, we saw that most of the children were well behaved. Twenty of them wore virtual reality headsets, because it was a requirement to have educational stuff on that platform.

“I didn’t know the kids are able to have virtual reality outside,” he said to himself.

I asked him this, “What is virtual reality?”

He responded with, “Virtual reality is a place that everyone likes to go. They don’t like the real world for sure. Maybe you would have one of these for Christmas.”

“Oh I see.”

“I hope you have a great day son. We’re celebrating your first day of school by going out to dinner tonight,” he promised.

“You too,” I said when I got out of the Cadillac with my backpack.

Jeff wanted to say something important, so he said, “Be careful out there. It’s mainly because there are a lot of bad people out in this area.”

“I would. Thank you,” I got worried afterwards.

I entered the building with absolute fear. There was a teacher who took some nine-year-old’s phone away from him. I had no idea what to say to the new students in the hallway. One student said hi to me, but I didn’t know how to respond. My first class was home room.

I walked in there to see kids smiling when they first saw me. They were so excited for their first day to begin. I figured out that all of the students had believed in aliens, so that meant they believed in me. The teacher walked in the classroom, and she ordered us to take our seats. She wrote her name on an old-fashioned chalkboard.

“I’m Ms. White, and I would be your homeroom teacher for the rest of the year. Your seat will change when we go back next semester,” she spoke pleasantly then said, “Some of you all may know that we have a student from an alien world.”

All of the students were in wonder. The door had opened, and the principal sent Ms. White to the hallway. Something was off, was she not allowed to say that I was from a different world? It could be anything! Before the door had shut, he apologized to me over her choice of words.

After sixteen minutes of squawking like wild turkeys, Ms. White had her first punch. The principal didn’t know how to fight back, so he cried out for help. The cops who guarded the hallways tried to stop the fight, but they called for backup. The police had to give every parent a phone call to pick up their child immediately. They didn’t give a reason, because the situation had to be taken to court. Jeff had to call me to see if I didn’t get hurt. He arrived as fast as he could, and he took me home. It was the first day of school that’s gone terribly wrong.

“Let’s watch TV,” Jeff said to me.

“Okay,” I felt excited to see what’s going to happen next.

There were ninety-seven news channels from all over the United States that broadcasted the incident. One channel had talked about the school having their third strike from Superior Court. The principal, including the other teachers, were treated for minor injuries. That meant the elementary school would close due to violation of the school system.

Ms. White was a professional wrestler for over a decade. She was arrested and charged for aggravated assault. So yeah that’s why it all ended up in a bloodshed.

“Now that’s just sad. I thought that your first day of school would be a great start,” said Jeff.

“That was the best day ever,” I said with cheer.

He got confused then said, “Really? What’s so great about that?”

“Watching fights is like watching reality T.V, but without the screen.”

“Tell you what, I would like to show you a music store that we always go to,” he said, because he wanted to change the subject.

“What’s that place called,” I said with curiosity.

“Dead Milkshake Records. The coolest record store in all of Watauga County,” he gave me some insight, then said, “Not only do they sell vinyl, but also they have milkshakes and lots of treats.”

“Cool. Do they sell a milkshake called The Dead Milkshake?” I asked.

“Right-o! They named it after the founder gave his record store a name. We have a ton of rare records that are worth more than sports cars,” he said with excitement.

“Holy cow,” I was shocked after he said it.

“I know right? Come on. We’ve got to get the rarest records we could find.”

“Let’s go then.”

We got back to the car to go out to the record store. He turned on a song from one of the most famous rock duos in history. I had no idea who the artist was, until he told me all about it. He explained to me how and why modern music gets worse overtime. Jeff had to call Samantha to let her know what’s going on.

I saw a big sign that said Dead Milkshake Records. We walked in to hear more of that same genre. There was a wall of records that most people couldn’t even afford to purchase. He took me to the new and used section in the back. I saw the colors of: red, white, and black on an album cover.

“Is that the group you were talking about?” I asked him.

“Yes. You should listen to track two on disc one. It’s one of my favorite songs of all time,” he answered.

I took the record out to see that it was on black and red split vinyl. That meant it was a limited edition. I put the record on the turntable and dropped the needle. When the guitarist played the solo, I turned it up extremely loud. The song had ended, and I had lost my mind.

Seven hours later, we went out to a place called the Come Back Shack. Since all ponies are vegetarian, that means I would be the first to eat meat. While we got seated at a booth, Jeff was talking to Samantha about what happened. He wanted me to share some of my story for a little bit.

“I was afraid when I entered the building. These students believed in me. Ms. White wanted us to go to our seats. She said to us that I was from an alien planet. I have no idea what alien means, but what she said made me a little sad. The principal showed up, and there was a fight that came out of nowhere,” I explained my story to her.

She felt like she wanted to beat her up.

“I hate it when people treat others like this nowadays. We need to find a way for him to get his education,” she said to him.

Jeff had asked her this, “Why not homeschooling?”

“I can’t do that. You’re the only one that’s in charge of the house. That means you can teach him until I get back from work.”

“That’s true, but aren’t you exhausted after being a surgeon this late?”

“Right. I usually rest within that time,” she claimed then said, “I have an idea. Why don’t you start teaching him in the morning, while I teach in the afternoon. How’s that?”

“Sounds good,” he answered then said, “He’ll be on his way for success by then.”