Tom PoV

Bliss was a good way to describe my dream. Sadly, it ended quickly by the loud beeping of my clock. I slammed the snooze button. Just a few more minutes. My roommates groaned loudly. Staying up until one in the morning for studying? Not the brightest idea...

I rolled out of my bed and crawled to my drawer like a slug. I put on a cloud grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I went into the bathroom and washed my face trying to erase the bags under my eyes. Feeling reinvigorated, I went to open the door to get my breakfast. Josh, one of my roommates tapped me on the shoulder and recoiled from the static shock he received.

"Ah, static!" He cursed. "Anyway, Tom could you get us some breakfast," asked Josh.

"Sure thing," I replied trying not to sound exhausted.

I rushed out of the dorm and into the main campus of Columbia University. No I am not smart, in fact I was there because I scored a high score in a test, by luck.

New York was so much colder than Hawaii. The brisk air raised hairs on the back of my neck when I was walking to JJ's Place. Every breath felt heavier than home air.

I went into JJ's Place with a growling a stomach. I ordered some Homestyle Pancakes and a Strawberry Surf-rider. I relished the taste of the pancakes, the tartness of the limes in my drink. I started to walk out when I remembered about Josh. Buying six scones, I rushed to my room and threw the scones inside. I grabbed my bag and ran to class.

I just barely got in before the tardy bell rang. I slipped into my seat and got ready for Roman Mythology. I opened my textbook to the Roman Gods and got ready for the test. This was going to be a long class, I thought.

About thirty minutes into the class there was a loud knock on the door. I looked up and saw a scrawny kid who couldn't be older than fifteen. His hair was ruffled, his grey eyes wide and receptive. He had a mad scientist vibe. I felt another feeling that I couldn't place. It disturbed me. His eyes locked onto me as he limped towards me.

The boy grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, "Come on Tom. Get your stuff, your getting out of here. My name is Nate Farwall." I nodded and started to put my stuff away into my bag. I trusted Nate even though he was a complete stranger. I put on my backpack and followed him out of the room. I looked back and realized no one noticed me leaving. We headed down the hallway.

"It's the Mist that I wove Tommy Boy. Now let's get you outta here," he spoke into a bluetooth earpiece. "Natalie get us out. We got monsters on us." I turned around and saw two security guards following us. Nate reached into his pocket and pulled out a bronze yoyo. He turned around and hurled it at one of the pursuers. When the yoyo hit the left security guard, he exploded into dust. The other security guard yelled and his body started to change. His body turned scaly, his neck elongated. Nate ran at the beast at full speed. He started to blur. The yoyo whirred. The beast screamed. In a moment the yoyo string was around the monster's neck. Nate pulled the yoyo. The head was decapitated. Slowly, the monster turned to dust. My body felt wobbly. This was too much. Natalie suddenly appeared in front of me. She was slim and tall. She had long curly brown hair. On her belt was a scimitar, correction. Two scimitars. She reached out to me. I grabbed her hand, and Columbia University started to fade.