Name: Andy Flashman
Occupation: High school senior, quarterback for the Cosby High Swordfish
Tell us a little about yourself, Andy:
So, uh, hey. I guess.
I'm supposed to fill out this bio for... something? They didn't tell me what.
You might have seen me on the field. Our team - the Swordfish - we're kind of awesome. A bunch of great guys (and Derek). A lot of them are going on to play football in college, which is cool.
I'm... Well, that kind of depends.
UNL is my dream college. Playing for the Huskers? I can't think of anything better. But the cost...
Scholarships are a thing. Just waiting to hear about all of them. Probably be any day now. A guy can dream, right?
Ugh. Dreams. Don't even talk to me about that right now. Less than a month ago (was it that long?) I had an... incident.
Yeah, let's call it an "incident".
It seems crazy. I know that. I can hear myself talk, read the words I'm writing. When I say that I went to sleep and - instead of lying in my own bed - found myself in some po-dunk Iowa town with five other high school kids more or less my own age, you'd think I was talking out of my ass.
And I haven't even gotten to the bit where walking scarecrows attacked us.
Five nights in a row this crap happened. Until we defeated the scarecrow army and that creepy dude in the red suit who was behind it all. Mr King. Then my sleep was normal again, just the usual dreams. No danger, no creepiness, no supernatural hocus-pocus.
In other words: boring. Yeah, I kinda miss it.
Will I ever see those guys again? Jason, Meesha, Samir, Pegah... Kaz? Kaz, with the flowing red hair and the--
No, Andy. You have a girlfriend. Stop that.
Anyways, so here I am. Waiting. Wondering what my life is going to be, because I sure as hell don't seem to have any say in it. Curious each time I close my eyes at night if my head will really hit the pillow, or if I'll be "there" again.
With them. Fighting evil.
Man, my life is weird.