Disclaimer : Full rights go to the writer and the creators of Jumper with the exception of my own characters and their storylines, im a kid so please don't sue me (if you do I only work on minimum wage so it will take younks to pay fines off)
Ok this is just testing the waters, I just got jumper on DVD after only seeing it once at the cinema and I fell in love with it so thought id try a fiction! For the first time ever this is a story of mine that I have no idea where im going to go with it, I have a basic time line and plan but ehhhh
Lets see if it works shall we?
Chapter 1
Stuck in one place
My name is Teresa 'Resa' Saunders, I am 18, just about to graduate and sometimes I feel incredibly disconnected, like I really don't belong, like I was born in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
My mother apparently thought I should never have been born at all, for reasons I could only guess at (my favourite was that she hated the none existent stretch marks her pregnancy had given her) my mother held a ridiculously strong hatred for me.
Despite my passing grades and my amazing friends my mother chose to focus on the negative. I'm not a cheerleader, I'm not the prom queen type, I'm not the tallest or the skinniest and I'm definitely not perfect.
She criticized me on stuff like why couldn't I lose more weight? Why couldn't I get myself a boyfriend? Why was I such a social idiot? Why did I dress like I did?
We haven't had even a civil conversation in months, she just picks me up from school and its just silence. Silence and disappointment.
My mother and I are the only ones in our house. No sisters, no brothers. My father works away most of the time, only visiting once a year on my birthday and staying for just a couple of days so she takes advantage of no one being there to stop her from berating me whenever she feels like it.
But there is something, just one thing in my life that I keep to myself. Just one thing that helps me escape the constant noise my mother creates, just one thing that will in a month set me completely free.
It happened first when I was eight years old.
I was in the playground, enduring taunts of how neither of my parents cared about me. My dad was never around and my mom, well she couldn't even be on time to pick me up from school.
I remember my face covered in tears, pushing my way through the group of my classmates, running around the corner and then bam. I had ran into something. One minuet I had been on the playground, then next I'm flat on my back in my bedroom.
I had kept it quiet, deciding to keep the strange incident to myself. I pushed it to the back of my mind as a one time thing yet try explaining that to about ten people. Not easy. I was instantly the school freak but the adults never believed the story that their children told them.
Then it happened a second time.
This time I was in the cafeteria, the kids I had vanished on in the playground weeks before where calling me a freak and convincing everybody else that I was too. Again one minute I'm there, the next I'm in my room.
This time I couldn't push it to the back of my mind, I had concentrated, wishing that I was anywhere else, safe back in my room away from all of it and then it happened.
From that moment I worked on controlling what I could do. It took me a long while to realise my gift had certain limits and that I couldn't just jump to anywhere I thought of, I had to actually be able to see the place I wanted to get too. I jumped from room to room in my house when my mother wasn't home to see, from school to my room when I wanted to avoid another day of teasing.
My ambition, my trust in my ability grew and in turn I stopped being the afraid and belittled child that I was, I became content and none-caring as my ability gave me a sense of freedom. A way of dealing with my life, a way of escaping.
I was fourteen when I made my first jump to another country, all morning I had been surfing the net for an appropriate jumping site and in finding one I concentrated on the picture showing on the screen, closed my eyes and I was there.
Paris.
I would jump to New York City when bored. I would stop off in Italy for a small meal, browse through bookstores in Prague and window shop in Tokyo for the afternoon.
By the time I entered high school a complete change had occurred in me, I guess that's what starting high school is good for. Change. In time I had gathered a small group of friends, it was hard not to talk about my abilities and experiences when they all became a big part of my life. My secret though meant I never indulged fully in the whole high school experience but despite that I know now the reason why I had felt like I didn't belong, like I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I wasn't meant to be stuck in one place, I was born to jump.
