Through out their journey to their next class, the girls come across a crowd of students all rushing to their next destination.“You know I can get to my class on my own.” April G said.“You said that already.” June said. “Besides, I’m not in any rush to get to my class.”“By the way, that’s a nice bracket, June.” Madison said.“Thanks.” June said as she fondled with it. “It feels a little loose though.”The bracket snapped off and rolls away from her.“No.”June leaves the others to chase after the bracelet, frantically trying to retrieve it.The piece of jewelry continues to escape her grasp as June constantly pursues it.“You got to be kidding me.”Eventually, the bracelet reaches the end of the hall. Stopping against a wooden door.“Gotcha.” June said as she picked it up.”“There you are.” Madison said as she and April G caught up to her.“Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you guys.” June said.“I get it. I had a pearl necklace that my mom gave me before she passed away.”April G said
As June ran off to the Dean’s office, April G prepared for her cooking class.The pink haired girl walked to her table only to be petted by wads of paper from behind.“What the hell?” April G said as she turned around.In her frustration, she found Roxi and a few girls whistling while looking away.”“It hates that bitch.” April G said as she prepared her cooking kit.“You, okay?” Jerome said he walked up to her.“Define okay.”“I meant the leg. I know your horst it pretty bad.”“A little better now. But still kind of hurts.”“We’ll if you need to go to the nurse’s office, I got your back.”Jerome laid his hand on April G’s should as Roxi glared with an aggravate demeanor.“Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats and prepare your tools.” An Indian middle age woman with short hair entered the room.“Yes, Ms. Beingshi.” The class said.“Today we will be making a double chocolate cake with three layers of raspberry frosting. So, everyone starts making your batter.The class began to
“Screw this town,” a Japanese teenager grumbled as he spray-painted on the side of a building. “What else can I expect from dull Pierview, the lamest small town next to a polluted ocean?”Taylor Yoshida, a fifteen-year-old graffiti artist, continued to paint a large octopus. The odors of seawater and the local commerce teased the corners of his attention. He coped with such a mundane existence in the fish town through his artistic escapes on large structures.A pack of four teenagers walked by him on their way to the marketplace.“Hey, isn’t that kid the police captain’s stepson?” one of the kids asked.“Yeah, he’s homeschooled. What a weirdo.”“Hey, I can hear you,” Taylor snarled.“Then maybe you can hear this,” one of the students said. “Mr. Webb, some creep is spray-painting all over your building!”A tall, muscular man stal
Taylor eavesdropped on their conversation as a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach.“Relax, Eliza, nobody knows where Barracuda is,” John said as he unfolded her arms across her chest. “No one’s been able to find it since the big storm.”“Good,” Eliza said relieved. “If Taylor found it, more Kaiju would come to kill Taylor and claim it.”“I stepped away from the CIA to become the town’s police captain because I fell in love with your mother and with the two of you. I might not be perfect, but I would lay my own life on the line to make sure that nothing would ever harm either of you.”“I know, John,” said Eliza. “I’m simply scared because the trident might bring out the worst in him. He was raised as a human but using Barracuda could make him just as bloodthirsty as the other Kaiju.”“I agree, Eliza. I have been training him hand-to-hand
“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bonnie said. She was stunned by the incredible capabilities that Taylor showed as he went head-to-head with a menace that she thought could not possibly exist. “Stay back, I’ll try to fight it off,” Taylor told Bonnie.The monster roared and lunged at Taylor. Taylor opened his hands and aquatic ropes shot from them and grappled the monster’s chest and abdomen then slammed it into the ground.Taylor took a fighting pose, ready to face the monstrous creature as it regained its footing. Two elongated limbs sprang from its body to attack Taylor. Taylor dodged the first swing, but the second attack whacked the left side of his abdomen.“Dang it! Wait, that hurt me?” Taylor shockingly discovered. Taylor grabbed his side and applied pressure to the wound as his eyes squinted from the stinging pain.“Taylor, be careful!” Bonnie shouted.
Later that day, Bonnie snuck out of her bedroom to search for answers from Taylor. She rode her skateboard across town and looked down every alleyway and outlet along the way.“Dang it, how hard is it to find a homeschooled graffiti artist?” Bonnie asked herself. “Wow, that sounded a lot lamer aloud than it did in my head.”Bonnie continued to explore the streets of Pierview until she found Taylor riding across the sidewalk on his skateboard. She quickly skateboarded in Taylor’s direction through the crowd of people between them.“Hey, Taylor!” Bonnie yelled.“You again?” Taylor asked over his shoulder before he skated away from Bonnie."Hey, wait up!&rdq
Eager to learn the truth about Taylor’s strange abilities, Bonnie placed the spray cans on the kitchen table.“So much for being invisible,” Eliza nudged Taylor and left him alone with the persistent girl. Taylor could not rid himself of her.“How did you find me here?” Taylor asked. “No one in town knows John’s address. Not even his coworkers.”“Yeah, I figured that out,” Bonnie said. “Luckily, you dropped the receipt from your spray cans. I just went to that store and asked a few questions. Surprisingly, you are one of the few people who still order art supplies from the store. After a little digging, I found your address.”“Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but -
Back at the train station, Ronnie and Curtis stood frightfully in front of the strange man with the guitar.“What the hell are you?” Ronnie asked.“Generally, we are called Kaiju, a superior species that will run this planet correctly after we deal with the rest of the human swine in this area,” replied Soundhound.“You must be pulling some type of magic trick because ain’t no way this stuff’s for real,” Ronnie shot back.“I assure you, good sir, what you’re about to witness is no illusion. It is the rise of my species and, sadly, the destruction of yours,” Soundhound said confidently.The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie.“Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle.“Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the complimen