"I fucken hate this place, dammit! Why do I have to be surrounded by such stupid fucking people?" I screamed in the hallway, thinking only my best friend Nova heard me.
I realized that after I did, the whole hallway was looking at me, and I don't like that at all. "What the fuck are ya'll looking at?" I scream again making sure everyone heard me.
They then looked away and continued their pointless lives of being ratchet and disgusting. I then looked back at Nova and we just started flat out laughing our asses off. "Yo, ya mad dumb. Why you always gotta be mad crazy?" She asked me honestly, but I didn't know.
"I don't know but it's better than being like one of the ratchets."
"That's so true, I'd never want to be like them; that's just dirty." Nova agreed it is true; most of the people we're surrounded by are ghetto kids with bad personalities who don't know how to read or keep their legs closed. We live in a predominately poor town that's small enough for everyone to know you but not care to talk to you.
"I'm just so ready to leave; I can only wish that something magical would happen to me," I said really exaggerating it a bit. But it is true I really do want something magical and amazing to happen to me. I feel different; I'm not like other people. Other than the fact that I like boys: I like magic. I feel like I belong to another world full of powerful creatures, witches, and so much more.
"Dude, calm down, these people are not going to ruin our fun, we could give two fucks about them anyway." Nova is so right, her advice has never steered me wrong.
We continued walking down the hall until we made it to Nova's class, it was finally eighth period. That just means ninth is not too far away.
"Alright girl I gotta go, I'll see you later."
"Kk byez!" Nova replied, exaggerating the bye for no apparent reason.
I started walking down the hallway to my class when I had a strange feeling come over me: it felt as if a big weight was being put onto my body and was crushing me. As I was feeling this, the lights in the hallway started to flicker, almost like the energy was being drained from them. After a minute, they completely shut off and I was surrounded by complete darkness.
I also noticed that I was completely alone, and even if I wanted to scream for help I couldn't because I could feel my throat slowly tighten and constrict my vocal cords. I had to clench my throat from the fear of losing air, but it was a useless attempt as I already was. My knees gave in as the pressure I was feeling on my body was too much for me to handle.
I collapsed on the floor due to my excessive hyperventilating and heavy amounts of weight pulling me down. Then as my body collided with the floor, a huge energy traveled through my body and came up through my eyes causing them to burn. The feeling was as if someone was pouring acid on my face. I was almost at the point of passing out due to the lack of air to my brain and constant pain, but as I was about to let the darkness take me it all stopped.
Just like that, it was over the lights on, my body feeling lighter, my throat and breathing fine and my eyes weren't burning at all.
I got up off the floor and looked around to check for anyone in sight but there wasn't anybody around, not even a janitor. I quickly got up and situated myself and picked up my bag off the floor. Somehow during my encounter with death, the bell must have rung because I was getting a feeling that I was late.
The walk to my class wasn't as bad as the events that had just occurred but it wasn't better. The walk had me thinking about what that was that just happened to me and if I am ok. It also got me thinking about my mental state of mind. I don't feel mentally ill but that could just by my insanity speaking for itself.
When I finally made it to my class I was indeed late but that was the least of my worries because I'm always on time to my classes so the teacher never questions me like other kids who come constantly late: for no other reason besides them just being ratchet.
"I'm sorry that I'm late , but I was having an asthma attack so it took me a while to get here." I half-lied to her, I mean I kind of did have an asthma attack but without the asthma part because I don't have asthma. Either way, it's still valid.
"That's fine, are you alright?" She asked her voice sounding rushed and panicked.
"Yes , it was just a minor attack. I'm fine I assure you." I responded though I did feel guilty that I was lying to her. was a nice teacher so I didn't have any problems with her.
"Alright then here take the classwork for now and take it easy, ok."
"Ok thank you," I said as I walked to my seat in the front of the room. Hey, what can I say if I don't sit in the front then the stupid ratchet kids think that they can talk to me. And I don't want that.
As I turned to walk around, I saw all the other "people", if that's what I should call them, look at me. Most of them gave me dirty looks; some gave me looks of pity or disgust. I don't know why but people just don't like me.
As I sat down the girl next to me raised her hand and said "Um…excuse me , I don't think it's fair that you give someone like him special treatment for being late without a pass. When I'm late without a pass you always chew me up and give me grief about it."
Of course, Iyanna had to say something, she always feels like she has to give her input on everything.
"Excuse you bitch, ain't nobody asks for you to speak!" I snapped at her, she was the last person I needed shit from today. There was an audible round of "ohs" coming from the other students after I had spoken.
"Everyone quiet down. Iyanna, look what you started," said. "Me?! Did you hear what he said, why don't you say anything to him?" Iyanna yelled.
"Because she likes me that's why." I deadpanned, but in all honesty, it was true did like me more than all the other kids because unlike them I wasn't annoying, dirty, lazy, or ratchet and I actually listened.
"Quinine!" yelled giving me a looked that said not to say that. But it just made me laugh.
"Oh come on Miss, you know it's true."
"Shut the fuck up Quinine, no one even likes you," Iyanna spoke again, why? I will never know.
"Well, I rather people not like me than be a fake bitch with a four-head the size of a flat screen TV like you," I yelled as she was really getting on my nerves.
"Fuck you! You faggot." She screamed at that moment I was done I didn't care what I said or what happened to her.
"Iyanna that's enough, be quiet or I'm writing you a referral," yelled but it wouldn't help.
"Fuck you, bitch, Why don't you choke on it!"
The exact moment I said that I felt strange like I did something. My eyes stung a little and my voice sounded funny. It was deeper more commanding, it felt like it radiated a wave of power.
"Quinine, don't say that!" said.
Before I could even blink the sound of Iyanna choking was the only sound heard. The next thing I knew she was on the floor clutching her throat. Gasping for air.
"Oh my god, Iyanna! Someone go get the nurse." yelled.
After the incident with Iyanna, I was excused from my last class of the day and went home early.
I don't know what happened; I didn't actually want her to choke. How did she even choke anyway? The nurse said that her throat had closed due to swelling. But how is that possible?
The principle had questioned everyone in the class and they all said the same thing; that I did it.
The only problem was that all signs actually did point to me. But seeing as they had no real proof that I did it other than pure coincidence, they let me go.
I still can believe it actually happened though. It was totally bizarre-I felt different-definitely. The wave of power that emitted from me was new. And my voice was so commanding.
Maybe I did do it?
Maybe at that moment, I did want her to choke.
But how did I do it? Let me think-I remember yelling at her-then she called me a faggot. That's when I told her that I hope that she chokes.
Then it happened, it happened after I said it. That's it...I have to say something aloud for it to happen.
Hmm, I wonder what else I can do...
I wonder if I could...
Getting up from my bed I left my room to go get a glass of water. After getting the water, I came back to my room and sat it on my dresser in front of my bed.
"I can freeze anything I touch," I said but it didn't feel like before.
I took the glass of water in my hand and held it.
Nothing happened, it didn't even get cold.
Trying it again but this time, I'm going to really focus on what I'm saying. Putting the glass on my dresser, I began again.
"I can freeze anything I touch!" I shouted and this time, I felt it. That same feeling of power and command.
Ahh, my eyes...they're burning. Instantly my hands flew up to cover them and null the pain but it was useless.
Looking up, I saw my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were a vibrant color of green and smoke was rising from them.
Soon enough my eyes were back to normal and the burning sensation I felt had dissipated.
Now that I can think straight, I need to see if what I said actually worked.
Taking my right hand, I brought it to the cup and stuck my pointer finger in. Instantly the water started to freeze.
Hardening and expanding in the glass making an audible crackling sound.
Wow! I can't believe it worked.
This means I was right; my entire life I've felt like I was different and I was.
What does this mean? What am I? Do I just have these abilities or am I some sort of supernatural creature?
With this new revelation, I began to ponder it, sliding further back up my bed using my hands for support. But as soon as I touched my sheets ice started to form from my hands and travel out the length of the bed.
"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as I slipped on the ice and fell off the bed. "I wish I could make this not hurt" I groaned.
I got up when I heard the sound of the front door being opened. Now I'm wondering if I should tell my father about my new discovery. What about Nova? I didn't even think about telling her…how will she take the news, I hope she'll be understanding. I'll tell her after I find out a little bit more about it myself.
Now if I tell my dad he may be able to shed some light on what is happening. I mean come on I have to tell him I nearly killed a girl today.
After giving it some thought, I decided to tell my dad what happened. Hopefully, he'll tell me something that will help me.
As I finished the battle in my head over whether or not if I should tell my father about my ability. I walked out of my room and into the living room where my dad was relaxing on the couch watching a football game after a long day at work.
He looked to be in a somewhat decent mood. So it was now or never. "Dad" I called out to him over the loudness of the TV. "I have something to tell you," I said as he looked at me but he made a face as he must not have heard me.
He then turned the TV off and spoke to me "Hey Que, what's up bud?"
"Dad…I have to tell you and show you something." I said kind of rushing a bit. "Yeah sure anything bud," He said without any restriction.
"Well…I have magical powers." I said quickly again. He looked dumbfounded and confused. "What?" He asked.
He must not have heard me or understood so I guess I have to show him. "Just watch," I said, looking at him with a pleading face. How am I going to get him to understand what I can do? Maybe if I do something so outrageous, he'll have to understand.
Focusing really hard, I looked at my hand and said: "My hand is made of glass."
Instantly my hand started changing from flesh and bone to clear glass. Starting at my fingers and then traveling down my hand stopping at my wrist. It felt weird…it was still my hand and I could still move it but there was a slight disconnect. Almost as if it wasn't a part of my body anymore.
While pondering that, I almost didn't notice my eyes change again. The same burning feeling returned but it wasn't as bad as it was before. It still hurt like hell but it was bearable.
After that settled I looked up to see my father looking…looking…well, I can't really explain how he looked, he just looked different. It's like he was in shock but had a sudden realization at the same time.
Stunned and worried with a hint of actualization.
"Dad, are you ok?" I asked but he didn't respond. "Dad…Dad…what's wrong? Answer me"
"Quinine…what…what did you just do?" He asked still in disbelief.
"I don't know. I just say things and they happen. I sort of just found out about this today." I said frantic and rushed.
"And all this time, I thought my grandfather was just crazy," He said randomly. This snapped him out of his trance.
"What do you mean? Dad, you're not making any sense." I said a little worried that I may have broken my father.
"Your great grandfather-the old bastard-always used to tell stories about our ancestors. He used to tell me about how we were related to John Willard, one of the only males known to be burned during the Salem witch trials. And he would say that every ten generations a male would be born with the ability to voice reality, meaning that everything he would say would become fact no matter what. I used to think that it was bullshit, like how can we be related to him if he was burned. But now I see that he was right and that he was telling the truth all along." He explained and after he said this I was just amazed.
I was at a loss for words; I mean that was a lot to take in. What does this mean for me? "So Dad what does any of that mean for me?" I asked voicing my thoughts.
"Quinine…you're a Witch!"