The Twoleg Prophecy

The Twoleg Prophecy
Note: Predictions subject to change. Sorry for no indentions.

Prologue
“John! Get up! It’s time for the last day of school!” His mom said. John popped out of bed. The aroma of pancakes filled the air. He slid down the rail of the house’s staircase. Rob had beaten him to the table. His smile and stained lips told John that he had eaten too many pancakes. John smiled. He hoped the janitor didn’t have work to do after school on account of his brother! “Rob, don’t surprise the you-know-who this year!” He laughed. “Who? The teacher?” Rob knew who John was talking about, And he wouldn’t admit to what he had done last year. “Just clean up for school, Rob!” John said. “I have to eat too!” His Dad was reading the paper. He looked up from the front page News. The main title was, ‘Arsonists at Large’ it didn’t scare him, and it was rare for a house to burn down, in the case of suburbia. “John, you know today is the day. You are going to be fourteen.” His dad said. “I know. I must assume responsibility for my siblings. I must take care of them while you aren’t in the house or anywhere else.” “It has been a normality for the eldest son of our family to take care of them. But once he is old enough to take care of them, he is to be a ‘parent’ to them. Of course we’ll buy food and things like that, but you can’t let them out of your sight. Go wake them up. They’ll get used to it.” …………………………………………………………………

His siblings had taken awhile to wake up, and they finally got their skates on, outside and ready. “Ashley, Rachel, Rob, and Ashton! Are you ready for the last day of school?” He asked. “Yes sir!” They said in unison. “The Last day of School race is about to begin!” They assumed a crouch without falling. “Three… two… one… GO!” Rob had a head start, like every year, and his siblings took off after him, and John was last so he could think a bit. I take care of them now, John thought. At least I don’t buy Rob’s food!

Chapter One
“Kids, you know, today is the last day of school.” A loud cry from the children followed by paper airplanes flying around the room forced the teacher to yell, “Quiet! As you all know, your stories are due after summer break, so don’t mess around.” RING! The final bell of the year rung, and the kids ran out of the building like a swarm of ants. John and Rob skated home followed by their little brother and sisters. “John, what are you writing about this time?” Rob asked. “I actually don’t know, Rob. Maybe I shouldn’t have written a fantasy last summer.” John answered. “Maybe you could write a sequel…” Rob paused and stared in one place. John followed his gaze and saw a big cloud of smoke on their block. Rob ran towards the smoke. “Wait!” John ran after him, and when he turned on his block, Rob was standing next to their burning house. Rob ran inside. “No!” John screamed. He ran and pulled him out. Rob was crying. “Mom! Dad!” John rubbed his lucky necklace and thought, Mom and dad, please be okay. A big explosion sent them flying back. John saw a small stone land next to him. He picked it up and examined it. It looked like it had an engraving of a square cat’s head with a thunderbolt zigzagged across it. He tied it to his necklace. A sharp zap came from it, making John’s vision black out. He felt as if he was falling down a hole. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a hospital. “I see you’ve woken up.” A doctor walked over to him. “Your siblings are okay, but I have bad news, John.” He didn’t have to listen. His parents were dead.