The day past relatively quickly, I had no more classes with Tommy, which was slightly disappointing. No one else was nice to me, it seems that Sara already told the rest of the school about my ‘superpower’ as Tommy likes to call it. I kept getting glares in class, and everyone gives me a wide berth in the hallways. So nothing new, this is the treatment I received in all my other schools as well.
Walking ‘home’ isn’t that hard, I made sure that I memorized the route before I went to school. It’s not like I can get anyone to pick me up if I get lost, and even if I did I couldn’t call them either. Rounding a corner I can see my house in its full glory, and by that I mean its crappiness. Despite being rich my parents wont even try to spend money on a house for their only son.
Since I keep getting expelled from schools I have to move around often. My parents couldn’t be bothered to get me a decent home when I won't be living there for long. But I mean, the shack isn’t too bad, it’s not like I had anything I could put in a nice house. TV, nope. Computer, nadda. All I have is books.
Ah books, the only thing I could get my parents to spend on me. The rest of my stuff I scavenged. If you were to look around my house you would find a large bookshelf filled with all kinds of books, a fireplace that I use to cook my food, and a kitchen filled with canned food. I don’t have a fridge so all other food would spoil.
I don’t have much to do besides read, so I spend most of it doing so. I’ve read all of my 274 books at least several times, it takes a while for me to get another one. Though the books I have are never really what most people would call ‘classical’. I mostly read LitRpg and Xianxia novels, you know, great heros and godlike beings.
This is probably what shaped my personality, which I’m not sure is such a great thing. Though, it’s not like I had parents to teach me right or wrong. The way I see it, the strong control the weak. That’s what is wrong with the world, no one is strong, everyone is the same, weak. The only real power is politics, and there is no way I’m touching that.
It’s growing late, so after a quick can of raviolis, and another read through of the Blue Phoenix, I go to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day, I’m sure it will.
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Almost there, I can almost see it…
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Almost, no there are more, how are there more!
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I just want to see, I need to see!
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A pair of eyes, ancient. They see all, they know all… they know me.
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Gasp!
I wake up, breathing heavily as usual. My back hurts, but that’s probably just my mattress. But that dream… it changed. I’ve never got to those eyes before. Those eyes, it was just a dream but they seemed so real, like while I was staring into them, they were staring into me. Into my soul.
I guess I have to explain what exactly that dream was huh. Well, let’s just say it’s a regular occurrence. I’ve been having it ever since I can remember, it never changed, until now. The dream always starts with me, surrounded by chains, with the knowledge that something important is on the other side. At first I didn’t know what to do, I just sat there as the urgency built up.
But then I had a thought, ‘this is a dream, why can’t I just move the chains?’ and so I did. And it was hard. The chains didn’t follow my commands at all, moving sluggishly. I learned that you have to force them, make them move to your will. Even then it was slow, but I got faster. It took me about a year of practice to move the chains smoothly, and I finally got to the point where I felt the thing was, only to find more chains.
I started to call this the first wall, as this was where the chains started to fight me. It was like they were following someone else's instructions. It took me over two years before I was able to subdue them. Then I found the second wall. The chains fought harder, but I learned from the last wall what to do, I had to gain complete control before I could pass. It took me less time, only one year again.
Then the next wall. And the next. The walls were getting harder, exponentially so, the chains more stubborn than the last. But I was getting better, and no matter how hard it was, it took me less time than the one before.
You may be asking why I was trying so hard, well I’ll tell you, that thing knows. It knows why I’m like this, I don’t know why I think this but I know it. The chains, the electronics, the eyes. They’re all connected, and I will find the answer. Even if it takes me years.
But enough about that dream, I have to get ready for school. Can’t miss out on all that ‘higher education’. So after a quick breakfast of cereal, I head off for another normal day.
How wrong about that I was...