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Chapter Two: Magician’s Tricks

The next day on a Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling like I’d chugged an entire pot of coffee. The excitement of yesterday’s discoveries still buzzed through me, making me jump out of bed, eager to see just how far I could push my newfound powers. The sunlight streamed through my window, casting a warm glow on everything in my room, and I felt like I was seeing it all for the first time.

First on my agenda was breakfast. Normally, I’d either have Pop-Tarts or if I'm not feeling lazy and have more time, some toasted slices of bread lathered with peanut butter and jelly. Today, though, I decided to do it without touching anything.

And so, standing in the kitchen, I concentrated on the bread, imagining it popping out of the toaster perfectly browned. A moment later, the toaster sprang to life with a sound, and two golden slices flew out and landed neatly on a plate.

“Noice,” I muttered, grinning to myself.

Oh, wait, how is bread in there when I hadn't put any? Huh, weird, that's another ability for me to play with. So I could just create something from nothing now? Yeah, would definitely test it out later. But for now...

Next, I focused on the jar of peanut butter and jelly. With a mere thought, the lids unscrewed themselves, and then two butter knives from the drawers dipped into the jar of peanut butter and the jar of jelly, both swirling around to gather a generous dollop.

One knife then spread the peanut butter smoothly over one toast and the other knife as smoothly over the other, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as they floated towards each other in front of me and kissed thus making me the most perfect peanut butter-jelly sandwich that gently fell into my hands it descended from heaven.

I savored each bite of course, the taste somehow more satisfying knowing I hadn’t lifted a finger. For someone as lazy as me, this ability is very very very convenient indeed!

After devouring my magical breakfast, I went to school, ready to test my abilities on a larger scale. The bus ride felt longer than usual, my anticipation making every second drag. Once I arrived, I chucked my bag into my locker, and seeing that I still have half an hour or so before the first class, I took out the soccer ball in the locker and made a beeline for the soccer field.

No one was there yet, which suited me just fine. The early morning air was crisp, the grass still damp with dew, and the whole field seemed to shimmer in the golden light. But then, as if on cue, dark clouds rolled in, and a light drizzle began to fall. Great, I thought. Just my luck.

Oh, wait, this might actually be a great opportunity for my most daring experiment yet!

So focusing on the the dark clouds above rudely hurling drops of water at me. I imagine clear skies supplanting it, imagining the perfect soccer weather if there was one.

Within moments, the clouds began to dissipate, and the drizzle stopped.

The sky cleared up, revealing a brilliant blue expanse. The sun shone down, warming the field and drying the slightly damp grass almost instantly.

Experiment success~!

I now could even control the weather much like the gods worshipped in ancient times, yeyah~! I couldn’t help but smile at my handiwork. This was going to be fun, now I don't have to worry about the weather ruining plans for picnics and field trips. Heck, I could even do a 180 and turn the weather bad if I don't feel like going.

Anyways, moving on. To avoid drawing attention, I decided to keep my next experiments more subtle; casually dribbling the ball across the field, using my powers to guide its movement more precisely than my eye-foot coordination ever could.

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The ball seemed to have a mind of its own, weaving through imaginary defenders with ease, and with a kick it flew toward the goal at such a speed that it was nothing but a blur as it sailed perfectly into the top corner and was caught by the net with the most resounding 'swish' I've ever heard.

"Oh yeah, baby!" I exclaimed quietly, feeling the rush of success.

I spent the half an hour of free time I had practicing in this low-key way, honing my skills without making it obvious. I made the ball curve in impossible trajectories, controlled its speed and direction effortlessly, and even created mini wind gusts to simulate challenging conditions. Each successful experiment boosted my confidence, making me feel invincible.

Halfway through, my good friend John came by and we played a few games of what we call Ten Seconds of Flame' in which whoever had the ball for a consecutive ten seconds wins the game thus players had to steal it from each other to both win and keep whoever other player is holding it from winning.

Needless to say, I 'subtly' won all of them. They couldn't believe it of course, I mean, even the me the day before yesterday couldn't believe if you told him I'd win but he was no longer me or at least, I was not the same as he, who is I, was. I now have superpowers~!

Actually, I was planning to stay low-key and just play the game without using my newfound power but I figured all that 'training' before would have gone to waste if I'm not gonna use it anyway. Besides, if I'm gonna associate myself with them further, it would be better if they start getting used to losing to me now and play our future games with them already mentally defeated! Hehehe~!

After that rather 'eventful' game in the morning, the rest of the day passed in a blur of more experiments.

In the first class which was the damning subject of the mind-numbing play of numbers that is Math, there was another pop quiz that Mr. Richards so like to give. So came an experiment where I made my pencil solve equations on its own as it effortlessly guided my hand that was holding it.

It wrote the numbers, lines, exponents, and brackets in the same messy way I do them which was the subtle part, and the not subtle part was writing answers step by step which I with my stupid ass could only vaguely understand, the answers that Mr. Richards promptly graded as being 120% correct appearing in my quiz papers with no effort on my part which the added 20% of seems to have baffled him to his very core as he starts quietly mumbling 'How!?' again and again.

Eventually, Mr. Richards walked out of the classroom under everyone's gaze and did not return as another teacher took over the class after announcing that Mr. Richards was feeling sick and went home to rest.

Well, that was weird, a bit of an overreaction if you ask me. The other students seemed to think so as well as they gave me a confused questioning look which I just responded with a shrug to convey my similar confusion. Just how strange is it for just an extra 20% to appear in a test designed to only get you 100% utmost? I don't know nor do I care, but apparently Mr. Richards seems to know and cares quite a lot.

After the period was over, it was History class which I found the most tiresome class ever with rote memorization being the key point of everything. I mean, why would anybody care whichever caveman took a giant pile of shit in Year 1 that propelled history forward as we know it?

However boring it was, it definitely did became more fun when I made the textbook in front of me float just two inches above my desk, turning the pages with a wave of my fingers. And I even managed to make little animated characters and cartoon imagery appear on top of the textbook that I could only see or hear as they visually and acoustically showed what happened in that part of the book which mere text could only covey so boringly.

By the time the final bell rang, I felt like History class was a little more bearable and maybe even entertaining as it felt like I was watching a show the whole time. And yeah, that caveman's pile of shit was definitely what we now call the Everest, hehe.

At lunch, my Mom packed me a sandwich stuffed with ham and cheese which I devoured within seconds but maybe because I used a great deal of energy this morning while defeating my buddies, I felt that it was not enough.

So showing my empty lunchbox to John on the chair in front of me in a magician-like manner, I closed it and gestured towards it like a magician, blowing on my closed fist and throwing it at my lunchbox as I very smoothly pulled out another sandwich. Or at least that's what he thought would happen. What I really pulled out from my little lunch box, however, is--

A whole roasted chicken~!

His jaw dropped like a fat man on Nagasaki and his eyes so wide they almost popped out of their pocket as they eyed the roasted chicken served on a silver platter which was definitely too big for my little lunch box to fit not to mention chicken serve on it.

"H-HOW!?!?" John shouted in disbelief, blinking his eyes so rapidly as if thinking they were lying to him and he was refreshing them or maybe he was about to start seizing.

"A show of magic trick of course, what else could it be?" I said with a smile but underneath thinking that that might be a bit too much of a show as I took a leg from the roasted chicken and started devouring it.

John starts rapidly darting his gaze around in absolute confusion as if to see if he was dreaming or maybe he was checking if cameras were filming him around for a prank show. Poor guy, maybe I shouldn't have been so showy. But I was really hungry, so hungry that I thought I could eat a whole chicken and so I created a whole chicken to see if that was true.

Thus I started devouring the chicken while John started inspecting my lunchbox to see as if to if it had some hidden mechanism that allowed it to fit a whole darn chicken which he also partook in eating along with another that came in later after I invited them.

And when John found out that it was still hot, he became even more intrigued as he asked me all the questions his mind could muster which I all answered cryptically along the lines of 'a magician never reveals his secret'.