(1 SUMMER EARLIER) It began like any other summer, the whole school flooding to the front doors, excited to hang out with their friends, lounge around with their friends, and do everything with their friends. Do everything they can before they come back to this prison. Not me, I was probably the only one who wants to stay there, or at least… Be there for no reason, because… I was the only one to be, misunderstood. Because I was the only one to wear a black jacket and jeans in the middle of the summer… Anyway, the name's Jake, Jake Ajagar. Weird name, I know, but it's been my family name for generations, and it hasn't stopped. I want to continue the name, because my grandmother says, it has a "Hidden Meaning". I honestly don't know what she's talking about half the time, The Loch Ness Monster, mythological creatures, monsters from the past, Chupacabra, The Jersey Devil, or anything that's out of the ordinary, how did the pyramids get there? Stuff like that, whatever; I don't listen to it.
I waited for the stampede of teenagers and kids alike to stop, and I just watched them. I watched them through a window, creepy, I know. But, I watched them, the slight beads of sweat and the shininess on their foreheads just showed they were either way to excited, or just hot. Some fell over, most didn't, one scraped their knee, got right back up, and hit in the head by some irresponsible kid swinging his backpack around. Another got turned around, maybe he forgot something? He turned around, and going against the current, he fell back onto the cushion that was his back pack. After the commotion, I walked out, and went to my house. Thankfully, it was within walking distance, and immediately, I noticed the giant RV in the drive way, it being a splash of beige and silver; from where the paint had chipped, against the dark blue that was the siding of my house.
As I walked in, I immediately heard the yelling/and/or argument that was ensuing, my mother yelling at her mother, my father yelling at his father, and their spouses were yelling at each other, and my sister, ready to yell at me. Yep, usually a normal beginning of the summer. My sister marched up to me, angrily and said, "I can't believe this! I am not spending an entire summer with you!" By this point, I was very confused. Confused and angry enough to yell out, "HEY!" The whole house went immediately quiet, not even the sound of a motor quickly passing by, no sound, whatsoever, you could hear a millipede crawl, maybe even hear a butterfly's wing beat. But, nothing, until my sister asked me, as if I turned a switch in her mind to 'Nice Sister' mode, "What? What's wrong?" I sighed, letting my back pack, jacket, and book fall, letting me relax for once today, I replied, with a stern tone of voice, "What the hell is going on? Somebody, PLEASE tell me what the… Heck is going on!" I walked into the kitchen, my whole family's eyes following me like a school of fish, I grabbed the jug of 2% milk, and took a swig of it to help calm me down, and after I took my drink right out of the gallon jug, a small, barely noticeable pillar of smoke, and it had happened every time I would be mad, and ingest something cold, my skin would turn a tint rainbow, if that's even considered a color, for just a moment, and that signature pillar of smoke coming out of my throat.