Chapter 1
I hit the gym floor hard. All I can think is damn, these kids shouldn't play dodgeball, they should be Baseball pitchers, and NFL quarterbacks. I quickly roll to the side and thrown myself up. I am the last player on my team. And the other team is, well, stacked with all the super athletic kids. Am I athletic? Yeah, sure. I guess I'm pretty strong ad fast. But only at certain times in my life. Usually when I'm is stressful and pressin situations. In times like those, I see much better, I hear things I shouldn't be able to, I seem to move incredibly fast, but all this lasts for about 6 seconds, and it has only happened about 7 times in my life, My nanny Calypso says that it is just my ADHD and my Dyslexia acting up. I am jarred back to reality when a dogeball whizzes past my ear. A kid called Brian begins to laugh, "Hey Theece! Ha! You got lucky there. Probably the only lucky thing that has happened in your life!Read my lips, You. Are. Useless. Oh yeah, I forgot. You can barely read anything!" All his stupid goonies start to laugh. Brian is that kid in highschool that everyone wants to be like.
Me on the other hand, I don't want to be anything like that kid. I make eye contact with him as he throws his dodgeball. Everything slows down, I catch the ball and in the same motion, I hurl it back. The ball collides right with his annoying face. I almost feel bad for the poor kid. He practically does a backflip before landing on his stomach. My stupid gym teacher, Mr. Chlines sprints over to his star pupils who's nose is bleeding profusely. He stands up and walks over to me with a smug smile on his pudgy oily face. He looks looks down at me from above his double chin. He casually smooths his thick sideburns and shakes his head, causing his read curls to bounce. "Bad move sonny! Why don't you head on down to detention after school! Huh?"
"Whatever." I reply. I look past Mr. Chlines and see Brian giving my a smug smile from under his new Blood-stache. You're dead. He mouths. I give him my best Bring it on. Face. And the bell rings.
After school, I maneuver my way to my locker. After like 5 minutes of trying I finally get my locker open. I pack up my bags and make my way to the detention rooms. After 45 minutes of excruciating boredom I am in a rush to get home. I sprint into the now empty freshmen hallway and make my way to the exit. As I am about to reach the door. Brian and his crew round a corner and stand in my way.
"Hey , tough guy! How are you feeling buddy?" Brian says as though he is happy to see me. I guess he is thinking OH BOY! I get to beat up on this looser YAYY!
Me, being the sarcastic idiot I am say," What up buddy? You're not sick of getting hit in the face? That's interesting." Brian smiles at me. And all of a sudden BAM! His fist colides with my face. I fall over and I'm unable to open my left eye. Brian's buddies begin to laugh. I notice that Brian's lips are stained red from his bloody nose, so again, being the sarcastic idiot I am, I say, " Nice lipstick Bri Bri, I always new you were gay, but not actually gay!" I have no idea why I am so sarcastic. My grandma and my nanny Calypso say that I inherited it from my Dad, and my counselor says that it's because of my ADHD. Whatever it is, it is going to be my end one day. Probably today.
Brian kicks me hard in the ribs, and I convulse. He stands above me and punches me in the face again. His friends begin to kick me. I try to muster the strength somewhere inside me but it refuses to respond. All of a sudden I feel a harsh painful tug in my gut. The drinking fountain explodes and the water shoots out like a jet, the drinking fountain itself smacks Brian and two of his buddies and the rest of them all sputter on the floor.I don't test my luck. I get up and hurry to my loft.
When I get home, My Grandparents are asleep on the couch. When I say grandparents, I dont mean old. For some strage reason, they only look about 48. I never knew why. I sneak to my room. and close the door. As soon as I do I see Calypso standing with her arms crossed and leaning against the door.
"DANG IT CALLY! DONT SCARE ME!" I fall backwards and my ribs cry in pain. She rushes forward and holds me. "Sorry Theece! What happened to you! Oh you did not get into a fight... You are soooo your father's son." She kissed me lightly on the head and I catch he honey like smell. My pain disappears, and I fall asleep