On a stormy night, a boy is standing on the roof of a house. Illuminated by the lightning, the boy's eyes are streaming with tears. No one will even notice the boy thought miserably trying to convince himself.
He took a lightning rod from the roof he took with him when he climbed the roof top. With his final words "I shall get my revenge on them.. All those who rejected me... They shall suffer!!!" he stabbed his own heart with the lightning rod. Blood spurted out of his mouth. Painfully, he pushed it deeper spewing out more blood until the rod penetrated his back. He fell from the roof as several lightning blots flashed. The lightning rod becoming like a magnet, drew the lightning bolts toward the boy even before he reached the ground. He fell with a thud and moved no more.
The next day, he woke up in the ground when he felt something throbbing in his chest. Greatly taken aback from the fact that he is still alive, he decide to check if he has any damages he seemed a little pale, but no damages. Horrified, he saw the lightning rod still penetrating his chest. What the fuck?!?!? How the heck did I survive that?!?!? Wincing, knowing that it will kill him with pain, he yanked the lightning rod out of his chest only to realize that it didn't hurt and there is no blood. I KNOW I stabbed in my chest, how come there's no blood?!?!" the boy is still wondering when he realized that he is floating!
Great… just what I need, another floating shit he thought sarcastically. Wait a sec, since when does human float?!??!? And... Am I a ghost?? He "flew" to his room and shut his eyes when he past thru the walls. Woah! Now, that's just weird! He landed gently on his comfortable bed. Just across the room, there is a mirror on the wall. It reflected a rather pale black haired teen in pale shirt. A social outcast and ignored by many, he always gets picked on by someone with no one to help him. How he hated his life. But now, since he's is his favorite spot, he can forget that. Ahhh… my comfortable sanctuary he thought as he lay in his soft bed and dozed off.
"CARL!! Breakfast!!!" Carl's mom shouted from the kitchen below. "whoah, wah? Wehr??" Carl groaned very much annoyed from his lack of sleep. He was wondering about his "incident" last night wondering if it was all a dream. "Carl!! Breakfast!!!" nagged his mom. His mom went upstairs stomping loudly as she barged straight into Carl's room. "Mister! If I am to be given a dime each time I would be shouting at you, I would've been filthy rich by now! Now, make yourself useful and go down stairs and go to school! I've had enough trouble for the morning you lazy sloth!" stormed his mom.
"Alright alright will you just cut it out?? I mean its not like YOU'RE the one who's going to be late is it?" groaned Carl. He got up, took a shower, dressed up in his school uniform then went to school without eating. Another crappy Shitty day.. He walks to school as it is just a few blocks away from his home. Upon reaching the gate of Faith High (his school), a grumpy old guard stopped him in his tracks then inspected him. Hurry up will you?!?! You're just getting me into more trouble!!! The guard, as if reading his thoughts, went on inspecting extra slowly, giving off a smirk saying "you will be in trouble again.." Fuck this life!! Carl though furiously as he heard the bell rang signifying the start of the first class. The guard, hearing the bell, suddenly stood up then said, "there you go, no explosives". The fuck it the explosives, you do that every single day!! Carl thought annoyingly. Running and climbing through series of stairs and corridors, he arrived at his classroom late as usual. When he entered the classroom, designs and assignments on the board, the professor in the front lecturing and the class listening while other do their own things.
"Class, we are again blessed by Mr. Reynolds by being late for the 40th time within two months." Announced Carl's professor.
"I'm sorry ma'am, it was the ---"
"—guard? Yes dear, the class.. Heck the school knows that you're going to say that never ending reason." Interrupted the professor. "Now, will you kindly do us the honor of sitting down? I'm quite sure that it wouldn't kill you if you be seated?" said the professor loud and clear enough to explode the class with laughter. Great, class isn't starting yet and the teacher is humiliating me thought Carl.
As Carl moved to his seat, he saw Raiza chatting heartily with her circle of friends. Raiza is an honor, straight A, popular foreign exchange student whose circle of friends are also the most popular girls in school. Raiza is a little bit shorter than Carl, who has nice chinky eyes with her beautiful long silky black hair. She always ignores Carl and so does her circle of friends. Most often than not, he fantasizes about her when he masturbates before sleeping or during class time.
Carl sat in his seat starring blankly to the front daydreaming again. God! She is so sexy! I can't believe she's such a snob he thought. He was trying to remember his dream. He knew it was real and yet, it's just too stupid to be alive if it really did happen.
"Class, where is Carl?" asked the professor all of a sudden.
—sigh— "here I am ma'am" he said lazily and raised his hand.
"He was just there a minute ago, maybe he went to the powder room" said Paula.
"Are all of you blind??? And not to mention deaf?!?!?!" shouted Carl. "I'm right here for Christ's sake!" he shouted angrily and hit the head in his front except that his hand went right through the head! Oh my fuckin' GOD!!!!!! What the fuck is this?!?!?!? Panicked Carl. The he remembered his dream. He was flying, gliding in the air like a ghost. He flew back to his seat, concentrated that he is real when suddenly.
"Carl! Its rude to go out while someone is talking not to mention, without my permission!" shouted the professor. What the fuck are you talking about?!?!?! I was right here the whole time you stupid bitch! That Paula bitch cost me another sermon. I'll get you four for this. Specially you Raiza, just you wait.. He thought reassuringly. After the bell rang, he went out of the room and went out of the school. If school just keeps getting me in trouble, then I'll avoid school. Mom tells me always to stay away from trouble anyway.. Then he went out, and walked to nowhere trying to cool his temper down.