“Hello, and welcome to the nightly world news, I am Cindi Natalie. We have breaking news tonight about the greatest accomplishment, and the saddest downfall of one of the most famous scientists. “We’ve done it, the world’s best ever genetical being” Says the scientist. Those were the last words of the scientist, known to us as “The Hollowed Man”, that was his nickname after he written the book, “The Creators Curse”. They genetically created a mix between a cat and a human, and they succeeded, but not long after, a main terminal located above the science lab caught fire, yet the fire alarms never went off. The explosion leveled the science lab to the ground. Only one person survived because she had to go get equipment from her car, and then the lab exploded. She was injured, and is currently unstable to interview. The scientists, and the creation weren’t found.  If you have any details about the incident, please contact us, at…” said the news anchor on the T.V. as I turned it off. “I just don’t get why people choose to risk everything for a simple, yet complicated thing.” I said. “People are crazy.” Said my dad mumbling under his breath as he read the newspaper. “Get your head out of that paper, it ruins your mind.” Said Mikayla, my sis. “At least I’m not buried in my phone like you are.” He said backfiring on Mikayla. I walked out of the room before anything weird brewed up. I walked to my room upstairs, every single step I took was a loud creak on the stairs. I was just too tired that day, but hey, me being kicked out of school, I’m cool with that. I could hear my mom yelling from her room about all the messages from my school about the detentions and the tardies and referrals. I just plugged in some headphones and started playing music, blocking her loud yells from penetrating my ear and making me go deaf. I jumped on my bed and plopped down, burying my head into my pillow. “Good bye, principal” I said throwing my yearbook on the floor. Yeah, I was a 14-year-old bad boy, but so what. My name is Zolan. People made fun of my name because it sounded like a dating site on the internet, but I’d like to call myself Z. I looked around the room and saw Allen, my brother, playing on his phone. “Hey Allen, wha…” I said before I was interrupted. “When can you shut up.” Said Allen. “How would you like to stay home from school for more than a month?!” I said, looking at him from the top of my bunk bed. He got up, and left with frustration. I just couldn’t believe everyone hated me, but now that I’m this far, I don’t really care at this point. Further into the evening, I grew energetic, and it was growing near night time. I didn’t really want to sleep anymore, so I got up out of my bed, and headed out of the room. I snuck through the living room, with my dad asleep on the couch. I creeped to the front door and creaked the door open. I walked slowly out the door…