"Fucking Alarm," I cursed as the damned thing went off.

Great, time for the morning routine. Get out of bed. Get Dressed. Brush my teeth while taking a shower. Ignore the Bitch Witch as she says whatever it is she's saying as I walk out the door.

As I walk out of the house I release some of the tension I keep constantly pent up. Then I start on my walk to school. I would drive if some bitch hadn't pawned off my car. Getting a job to pay for one was easy since everyone else around my age is, well nuts.

There's quite a bit of graffiti to be seen as a person walks through town and some of it has reached artist level work, practice makes perfect, and the rest of it is really good. Speaking of which, despite a large number of teens breaking the law once every three days -it's like fricking clockwork- they're not getting arrested. From what I can tell there's a certain level of... corrective force, I guess, to my power. I'm not sure what the limitations are but when those under the influence, Hyuck! Hyuck! It's a bad pun- please laugh, get caught it's either ignored, treated like a first offense, or it's treated as if it was something considerably more minor. The only time I saw a real punishment was when there was a car jacking which was affected by the corrective force at all.

Even I'm able to use this corrective force. I found out after I tried to steal... well, the thing is when it's on the internet it isn't always accessible. I thought having basically the same thing on paper would be useful, 'I have had to deal with a lot of tension recently..' So, I grabbed a few... seven, it's my lucky, lucky number. Then on my way out I somehow got caught. 'Inexperience I guess.' "If you're going to steal something you might want to wear a jacket so it's less noticeable and take small amounts at time. Not a whole damn stack. Stupid kid." He whispered the last part but still.

Anyway, because of the force my magazines were seen as... less expensive magazines and I was able to buy them. I did get banned from that store though.

At school now and oh my god am I glad! I rush off and soon arrive in the nearly empty cafeteria.

It

smells

Amazing!!

They made cinnamon apple crepes and there's a whole assembly line of ingredients. They made plain crepes just in case you're allergic to apples. Didn't give up there though. Instead, just in case you're not interested in the crepes, they set out honey buns and poppy seed muffins. Their cooking has gotten sooo much better over the past year.

While sitting there I think about how it's problematic that I blanked out on my surroundings because I was remembering trying to steal a few porno mags and how if I had gotten hit by a car and died then my last thoughts would have marked me as a really shitty person. At my funeral people would have discussed what a terrible person I was and how they're glad that I'm dead now. How they found out about my last thoughts I'm not sure. Maybe my face is an open book.

As more random thoughts float through my mind I absentmindedly take a drink from my smoothie and when I do I notice this random bitch sitting across from me. I start looking around the cafeteria to see if there's an empty seat I can point out to her. Then I noticed that the joint was only halfway full. 'Thank god,' I thought, 'now I don't have to deal with her. How should I phrase this.'

"Plenty of other seats to sit at," I bellow, "no need to sit across from me. Go make or find some friends to sit next to."

'She looks PISSED!'

'Oh, she's stalking off now - who will she stalk next."

'That was way easier than I thought it would be. I really need to remember that one.'

As I walked towards the classroom I wondered if any of the teachers would be handing out lollipops. Yes! Two tootsie roll pops, Betty Crocker's oatmeal and star crunch cookie, a caramel apple, and a set of candy jewelry. These teaches are such amazingly nice people. Still not as good as I was expecting though. Wish I could get a sucker that's bigger than my head again. Hopefully before the end of the week.

When I got home I decided to have a pleasant chat with mother dearest.

"How was work today," I said in a mocking tone, "have you saved up enough for your next fix or-"

"Why aren't you jerking it!?""Maybe, just maybe, if you pretend that you're screwing a girl enough times you'll convince yourself that you'll get a real one someday."

"well, I suppose when compared to you I would be a bit lacking but so would the high school slut so I can't feel too bad."

"Go suck a tit, there are plenty of good ones at your school," and then she winked.

Feeling a bit dazed I nod my head a few times and walk to my room while thinking about a few of the good ones. I sit down and start cursing quietly to myself. "Damn it! Why can't I win any of these arguments."

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The next day I woke up, stretched a little and started getting ready for school. First I look for some clothes which seem to match each other. Brush my teeth and shower. Comb my hair. Then I say goodbye to mother as I leave the house. She's not here this morning. I wonder if she's taking care of orphans or something even more out there.

When I got to school I grabbed some breakfast, leftover crepes still pretty damn good though, and then the crazy chick from yesterday came over and sat across from me again!? Seriously, what the hell is this. I can't tell her off like I did yesterday otherwise I'll probably get attacked and it's too early in the morning for that. While thinking it might be safer to just leave

she

grabbed

my

hand!

She didn't suddenly force her nails into the palm of my hand though. Instead she started talking, "I was really happy when you stood up for me the other day."

'I don't even begin to know about what she's mumbling over there.'

Suddenly... smiling at me she said, "You don't take no shit from nobody do you." smiling still she tilts her head cutely at me.

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Then I remembered something. A few days ago, when all the students were smiley fucking freaks, I was in class and the teacher was yelling about. Well, I wasn't listening to any of those asshole teachers. Anyway, that prick kept looking over at me, could've been the lazy eye, and it seems like I've been keeping a lot of pressure inside me and that set me off.

"FUCK OFF!!"

"You piece of shit, I'll show you what happens when you mock someone."

After that I smashed a textbook into his face, grabbed his hair and started slamming his head against the wall. I don't really remember when I started kicking him. The disciples of Gandhi stopped me from continuing though. I decided that I would just take a break from school for the rest of the day after that happened. Coincidentally, he's the one who gave out sets of candy jewelry yesterday.

She hasn't moved so I guess I didn't blank out for too long this time. Based on her reactions so far it seems like my ability isn't affecting her as much as everyone else. I guess I'll try and figure out what's going on but I'll have to do something I'm no longer accustomed to.

TALK.

'Without being a prick.'

"Well, I try I guess."

I've never seen a face more disappointed than that one.

"Thanks again," she says as she gets up to leave.

'Oh, fuck all kinds of duck.'

I... Grabbed Her Hand!

'Can't stop now.'

Looking deep into her eyes, 'they're lovely,' I say, "I wanted to help you."

She smiles and leaves.

I was thinking of doing a few bonus chapters from the perspective of people who his ability have affected. That way everyone will have a greater understanding of how his ability currently works and how it's developing.

So would you prefer a bonus chapter from his girlfriend of sorts perspective or part one of his moms.