Mist - Chapter 1

When dawn arises, night must die.
When the good in men awakens, the evil must subside.

There will come a time when these forces will collide.

The light crept in Peter's window a little earlier than he thought it should have. It didn't really matter that much because as soon as he was fully awake he remembered the trip they had been planning for months was finally here. Him and his family were going to spend the summer in an old house that their uncle was renting out to them. From the vivid descriptions that his uncle had given it sounded like a very exciting and intriguing place. It was on the shores of a very deep lake, surrounded with a forest of trees, and very large. It was a three-story house, built in the Victorian style. It was actually four stories if you counted the attic that, according to his uncle, was full of antiques and all sorts of other interesting things. He had tried to persuade his parents to let his best friend Tim come with them but, all they said was, "The three of us need some time together. You see him every day at school! No, we will go as a family this time." So, it was decided. He was to be alone with his parents for the whole summer.
Peter was what you would call normal in most ways but, he a knack for attracting trouble. On his first day of school he was sent to the principles office twice. The first time was because of the bully sitting behind him pulled his chair back and he hit his head on the front of his desk. The teacher didn't see the bully and thought he was just making noise to attract attention. The second time was during recess. He was up on the monkey bars and got halfway across and fell, landing on top of a girl. And so Peter's life continued in this manner. Being blamed for starting the food fight in fifth grade, accused of writing graffiti in the boys bathroom in just this year... Having just finished seventh grade, he just knew that the next year would be better. If not, it would all change once he started high school. At least he hoped so.
Once he had taken a shower and dressed he went downstairs for a quick breakfast of bland cornflakes. When he had finished his mother told him to go upstairs and pack his bags. He packed his clothes first. He had enough to last at least a week. They would have to wash after that. Then came the difficult part. Deciding what toys and games to bring. He packed at least twenty CD's, his Walkman, a couple books incase he got really bored, a pad of paper and pencils for drawing. He tried to pack his Gameboy but his mother caught him. She said, "We need to go and relax! Enjoy nature! Get away from civilization! No electronic devices allowed!"
"Not even my Walkman?" said Peter
"Well, I guess. Just no heavy rock, okay?"
"Alright."

Throwing his last bag into the trunk of the car, Peter looked back at his house. It wasn't very big; two stories, two bathrooms, etc. It was a good thing he was an only child. Having already said goodbye to Tim the day before he clambered into the back seat. His uncle had said it would be about a four hour drive from where they lived so he was prepared. He had his music and Walkman next to him along with enough snack food to last a month. He would have gotten his books out of his bag but he couldn't read in the car. He couldn't sleep either. He had to be on something stationary to do that. Once his mom and dad were in the car they set off on their summer adventure. Little did he know how much of an adventure he was in for.

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Peter Rabbit

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a rabbit named Peter. Peter the rabbit is what his friends called him. He wished he could be called something grand like the great rabbits in history. Whenever he and his friends played "knights" he was always "Sir Lancelot II". He planned to change his name when he grew up to "Sir Lancelot II"; Very grand don't you think? He thought so. When they played he would hop around the giant tree stump in the forest nearby. Sometimes he would even jump on top and leap gracefully down to, well, land on his back. "Ouch!", he would say.
When he got home his mother scolded him for staying out so late. In reply he said, "The sorrow in my heart runs deep for, I have disgraced thine household. What might I do to please thee, fair maiden?" He was still talking in the medieval way. His mother said, “You can peel those carrots over there; and you can stop talking like that!” When they finally sat down to eat there weren’t many carrots to eat seeing as Peter had eaten most of them while peeling them. Yet another scolding for Peter. Since he had come in so late it was time for bed when dinner was all cleaned up. After his mother tucked him in, he fell asleep almost immediately. He had had a long day.

--THE END