All Chapters of THE THING INSIDE YOUR HEAD (#TIME GODS SERIES): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Every teenager in Mcbornie town seemed to have risen up from bed with a smile on the face, that morning. School had finally resumed, which meant back from the long exhausting holiday. It also meant that they'd be getting to hang out with some friends they hadn't seen for a while.  For Anderson, it was like every other perfect day. He was the most intelligent boy in the whole of school; some even gossiped that he had the brain of a computer. There was no doubt he'd be joining the CIA after graduation.  Now for his age, seventeen, Anderson was already a spectacle. Although, everyone in Mcbornie acknowledged that he was a nerd, he however had well-developed biceps, a well-cut out figure, and a perfect V-shaped face. His grandmother had always thought it ironic.  At the moment, he was lying down on his bed, face to the ceiling, calculating the rest of the day, in advance. He always calculated everything. In fact, his best friend Harrison had concluded

"I shall do no such thing!" Anderson thundered. "I must be even in my responsibility as School Prefect, and you, my friend, are being biased.""Biased! Did you just hear yourself, Anderson? You're the one who's being biased here!" Harrison shot back.Andy heaved out a heavy sigh, then he spoke more calmly. "Harrison, I understand that you have an immense dislike-""Hatred-" Harry corrected."Yes, a strong one, for bullies.""Uh-huh," Harry nodded, "you're very correct.""However-" Andy continued."Oh, here we go again-""You have got to understand that school laws shall, at no instance, be broken."Harry arched an eyebrow as if to say, "seriously?""Come on, Anderson, you saw what happened back there. James deserved what he'd received and, in fact, I'm not sure I'd have done it any better than Thomas, if I were in his shoes."Andy shaked his head in vehement disappointment."Let me ask you a question, Harry, if you we

"But why would you even do that for me? It doesn't make any sense." Thomas' mouth hung open in confusion."Let's just say I'm a very nice guy." Harry smiled."You're kind to someone who committed a near-murder? That doesn't sound nice, unless you're encouraging it." Tom's eyebrow was arched, this time."For the right course, yes," Harry said, pulling the glass of juice before him to his mouth.Tom stared at him over the lunch table, as he listened to Harrison's throat gulping down the juice in one turn, and analysing the information he thought he was getting."So what are you proposing?" he asked as Harry dropped the glass against the table with a thud.Harry arched an eyebrow at Tom, questioningly."I mean - you must want something in return for a good deed, right? It's the I-owe-you-one dilemma; just like in the movies: 'I save your butt, you be my slave.'"Harrison gave out a soft laughter."Please, rephrase," Harry said. "It'

  Tom and Harry were going out of class, together. They discussed as they advanced to the locker room. Classes were over. Surprisingly, Tom was very friendly.  "See, I'm sorry for how I'd exploded on you, earlier."  Harry waved it off. He liked the sound of sincerity he thought he was hearing.  "Naw, I understand. We all have our sensitive spots."   Wait. . .was that right?  He wanted to rephrase that.  "Oh, yeah?" Tom turned to him, opening his locker. "And what's yours?"  "Maybe you can come over to my house for dinner, what do you think?"  Tom pulled out his backpack and looked at the time on his wrist.  "I guess so, but I've got to pick my sister from school, then when we're home, I'll help her with her homeworks and see if I can balance the time left."  Harry's eyes were wide.  "You have a sister?"  "Uh-huh," he nodded. "She attends

Yo guys! Sorry, Andy's not in this one. But I hope you'll like it. Also, don't be confused by the name, "Amanda." One is the mother of Harry, the other is his classmate.– – – –The birds chirped over the window frame, euphoniously. The heatless sun hung delicately in the clear blue sky, while the air smelt nice and cosy.  Harry gave himself a big stretch on the bed, with a roar-like yawn. Throwing the blanket off his body, he threw one leg before the other to the ground. He blinked, sequentially, trying to adapt his misty sight to the room.  The room was a total mess. Clothes were piled all over his room; trousers slung here and there. He walked to the standing shelf adjacent to his bed and pulled it open. He squeezed his face to see the horrible mess he'd made it. He couldn't make a word out of it, save for one; mess.  He dropped his fingers in his head and began scratching hard.  "I need to get this room in place!" he sa