Chapter 1
This news hit me like a freight train. I didn't ever expect this to happen. You won't believe this either. But well, you have to. Because its true. Believe me. But, lets start from the bottom. I'm 12 years old, somewhere around 5 foot 2. I have ADHD and Dyslexia, whoo I know what a combination. I have a friend that looks a lot older than he actually is. He is a few inches taller than me, suited with black hair and a cane. Yah, weird right? He was born with an extreme life-threatening disease, or that is what he said. He has chocolate brown eyes to suit his tan skin and I think it goes together perfectly. But, it all started out at P.E. about 12 am. We were in the gym, it is decorated with a polished wood floor and at the half court is a red dragon flashing its tongue. The ceiling was supported with steel beams and was made of tin, and there were two basketball goals, one on each end. The bleachers were half blue and half red, and my friend, Flace, the one with the leg disease, sat in the stands. He waved at me and smiled, mouthing good luck, because we were about to play the sport I suck the worst at. There was a kid that bullied me the most everyday, he played on the basketball team and was beefed up with muscle all over his body like a man on steroids. I am just a scrawny kid with noodle arms, but I saved up and bought a benchpress, so baby steps. Before the game starts, I feel something flowing through my arms. Energy? Strength? Who knows? I move my eyes towards my arms and realize my arms look stronger, sturdier, and so does my whole body. I let out a grin and a grunt appears from the other side of the court. Our coach, Coach Burkila (I can't think of anything else), lines up all the dodgeballs, all of them differing in size, color, etc. I do what I usually do, when he blows his whistle, I stay in the back to wait for the spheres to speed at me. But, I still feel extremely energetic and powerful. Cement walls are stood up in a rectangular formation around the gym, except for padding on the shorter sides of the gym. The bully, Anderson, gets a puny, quick kid to hand him a ball and he chunks it with speed at me. Surprisingly, my reflexes have increased, too. I catch it with ease and throw it with my full strength back at him. The red, leathery ball speeds at him like a bullet, I am surprised by my own strength. The ball hits him point blank in the stomach and he slams into the wall with immense force. I throw a glance at Flace, and he has a phone out, calling a number frantically. He hangs up the phone and a voice flashes over the intercom. "Victor and Flace, please report to the Principal's office, Victor and Flace."