So here it is. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. I'm having a serious panic attack over here. So yeah... I hope you guys enjoy! Please leave a review down below and if you notice mistakes in my English please tell me. Advice is also really appreciated! :D

With great power, comes great responsibility. ~ Spiderman

So have I already introduced myself completely? I guess not, so let's just start right there. Because how can you read about something without having a main character? The name is Alfred Franklin Jones! (If you ever tell anybody my second name I will flush you down the toilet.)

Around the time our story takes place I was a teenager. I just became 16 in July when my brother Matthew and I had to return to school. I attended the World Academy. Fact of the day: Stupid name, awesome school. It's this international boarding school in Britain. Matthew and I were finally going to attend to our sixth year at the academy. And I looked forward to it way too much. I actually thought everything went downhill the moment I set foot on campus. Sadly things went wrong during the summer. When my brother and I were enjoying our last days off…

'Al?' Don't ask me how, but when I woke up I had somehow managed to piss off my brother. People with siblings will simply shrug their shoulders. Doesn't sound very unusual right? But for me it was the strangest situation. Because usually I create the least dangerous situations when I'm actually asleep. So there he stood, my (sadly) older brother (it's just one year though) looking at me as if I just confessed to the murder of his favourite goldfish.

The problem with Matthew is that there is a thin line between him being seriously scary angry, and him being hilarious angry. It's probably mom's influence, she's also not capable of feeling anger. In many ways Matthew looks like mom. (Not that he looks like a girl.) The big unsure dark blue eyes, the same annoying tick of biting their lower lip. And please don't let me talk about the way he starts talking like her.

'Alfred?' He says again. He's using the: I'm the older brother, so respect my authority tone. It's not something you want to hear. 'Hey Mattie what's up?' I cuddle myself in more. Hoping he will get the hint that I was actually sleeping. His eyebrows furrow even more, what the heck did I do to deserve this?

Did I accidentally shrink his clothes again? Or maybe we we're out of maple syrup. I get that my brother grew up in Canada, (and is by default almost the living stereotype of one) but his obsession with that stuff just got to stop. It's not healthy. (I'm feeling like such a hypocrite right now. I'm the same as him, but with hamburgers and cola. So maybe it's a family trade?) 'So for what do I deserve the honour of thy companionship?' I feel the last bits of sleep disappear and decide it's better to say goodbye to my bed now, before it really gets tricky. 'Oh nothing in particular, it's a lovely day isn't it?' He's giving me such a sincere smile that for a second I actually fear for my life.

But as I roll out of my bed and unto the floor, he continues. And it finally starts to make sense to me. 'I bet Davie will really like the weather. I mean it isn't your 50th birthday everyday right?' Matthew nods to himself as he starts walking through my room like a wild animal. 'I sure do look forward to our family reunion too. I bet Uncle Davie will love our present!' He looks at me accusing as he finally drops the act. 'But well we're at it, where is Davie's present Alfred?' I swear to God, I did not just shit my pants. Even if I did who are you to judge?! 'Fudge! I thought you would be taking care of that!'

'No. You would take care of the present. I would do the organizing. Remember?' I really wanted to punch myself in the face. Not only because we now didn't have a present for our Uncle. But I also hadn't done anything for organisation, so I had practically done nothing. I was so dead. 'Ok so here's the plan. I'm taking the car to buy a present for Davie. You distract mom and just be your happy annoying self. Deal?' My alarm was telling me I had less then a few hours before mom would wake up. Thank the heavens both she and Davie where late sleepers. 'You sure the shops will be opening at this time?' Matthew's anger had made place for worry. 'Of course. It's almost afternoon. Don't worry.'

As I made my way towards the kitchen (while also attempting to put on a pair of socks) I heard Matthew follow me. 'Just don't buy anything stupid. You know what he likes. Just don't buy him an Amazon gift card or I swear to god I will change my last name.' 'Into what, may I perhaps suggest Williams? Seriously Matt. I wouldn't want to be found dead with such last name. But I got to go. Unless you want mom's fury to rein down on us?' He couldn't come up with any witty comeback on that.

And so began our epic adventure…

Ha I wish. The only exciting thing that happened was this one dude almost falling flat on his face. He tried to reach for the bottles at the top shelf. Before something could go wrong I quickly caught the dude. He didn't seem to appreciate it. I had this entire dilemma about what to buy. Davie wasn't just some weird crazy Uncle of mine. He was my father's brother. And he took care of me like I was his own, after dad died. Someone as great as him didn't deserve flowers, socks or a gift card. I was focused on finding him the perfect gift. And while I was considering the difference between "refined" and "really awesome", it happened. There was this old little lady. She was letting out her cat like it was dog. With collar and all, it looked ridiculous. As she crossed the street a group of motor cyclist turned around the corner. Maybe she was deaf, or maybe her reflexes weren't what they used to be.

But they almost transformed her into a pancake. Most managed to dodge her, or pulled the brake as fast as they could. But I almost got a heart attack. I quickly walked towards the old lady. She looked at the ground in shock. She had dropped her purse and all items had dropped out of it. Her cat in the meantime looked as if it was trying to escape. 'Ma'am are you all right?' I quickly helped her search for the lost items. 'I'm fine, just a little bit shocked. That's all.' When I gave her the refilled bag she gave me a close look.

Her grey hair was like a curly cloud on her head. Her face looked strict, like someone who lectured people. She had these green cold eyes that seemed to inspect me. Her look was a combination between that of a worried parent, and a strict headmaster. It made me nervous as hell. 'Do you need any more help coming home ma'am?' I wasn't just being polite for the sake of being polite. I couldn't help but to actually worry about this woman. How many times did this happen in a week? Didn't she have family who took care of her?

I had all these questions. All these things I wanted to know, but where too rude to ask. I gave her my broadest smile, and she suddenly gave me one in return. 'Blue eyes, blond hair and a cheeky grin. You're just like your father, Andrew Jones.' My mind progressed that in two steps. Number one being: Oh really? What a nice thing to say. Step two woke me up: Wait… what? 'How do you know my father ma'am?' My thought process started imitating that of a train wreck. 'I lived in the same neighbourhood as him. You are Alfred Jones. Am I correct?' I never nodded as frantically as I did in that very moment. It wasn't really a secret that I was obsessed with my father's past.

When I was younger I practically begged my Uncle to tell stories about him. He always told me awesome stories. My dad was a hero. He travelled around the world. He was having awesome adventures with his friends. He was a superhero, sometimes a spy and other times a soldier. He fought in wars, destroyed the evil dead beam of the bad guy. And in the end he met my mother and settled down. In my eyes it was the most simple and perfect story to ever exist. Of course I realised it was really exaggerated, (and fake) when I got older. But some of it was of course still true. I can barely remember my father. I liked to think that unravelling his past would bring me closer to him.

'You lived in his neighbourhood?' I could almost not believe my own luck. What where the chances of me actually meeting someone of his past here? I barely came into this part of town, and when I did I usually didn't stay long. 'Yes. I've been his babysitter him for the longest of times. I got a birth card of both you and your brother. I never had to time to go on a visit though.' She searched through a purse. She seemed to be looking for something. 'So how's your family doing nowadays Jones?' She found a pen and paper and wrote something down. 'They're doing well, I guess. Matthew and mom moved from Canada a few years ago. Mom now works at the local hospital and Davie still owns his bar.'

'I see. I've never seen you around here though Alfred. All schools are located in this part of the city. Do you go somewhere else perhaps?' Was it weird for me to share all this information with this old lady I just met? Probably. But I felt this odd connection with the woman. Also, the way she talked about my family hinted she had once been very close with us. If I didn't know better she could be grandma. 'Matthew and I both go to international boarding school. So the biggest part of the year we spent abroad in Britain. We've returned home for the summer vacation.'

There is this problem I have. I love socializing and talking. And when I meet a nice old lady, who also loves talking you can already guess time flows differently for us. We talked about the weather, here family. More about mine, we fell back into a story about her grandchildren. And before I knew it, it was suddenly 2 in the afternoon. 'Oh fudge, I forgot all about the time!' I turned around to the woman. 'I'm so sorry miss. But I really need to go. Today is my Uncle's birthday. And I'm already really late. It was really nice talking to you though. If you want I can give my mother a message from you?'

She nodded in understanding, and gave me the piece of paper she'd been holding all this time. 'This is my information. Give it to your mother. I would like to stay in touch with her. Please congratulate your Uncle for me. He too was a nice young man. And you are too Alfred Jones. You're going to be just fine.'

As she handed me the paper, she also gave me something that looked like a deck of cards. 'See it as a present. Your father used to love stealing those cards from me.' She looked ready to leave. I however kept her up by constantly thanking her. 'It's alright boy. Just go, you wouldn't want to be late. Or would you?'

With those words she turned around. Her cat made annoying grumbling sounds. I'd never such an angry looking cat before. But I couldn't help but to smile. That old lady was going to be just fine too. I quickly took out my phone. And soon discovered my brother was ready to kill me. But there was still hope, as his last message read the following: We're out of maple syrup. Maybe you can bring some with you from the shop. It may help me forget that you're an enormous asshole.

Quote of today: 'Where there is maple syrup, there is hope.' - Alfred Jones

In the end, everything of course turned out fine. I managed to buy something for Davie. The party was great and mom was only a little bit suspicious. Just kidding though, she got angry all right. But not in the scary way like Matthew had today. Instead she acted really hilarious and weird. The rest of the week nothing happened. There was no alien invasion. And there was no secret complot to kill the president. It was really boring. And it was like that for weeks. I was almost looking forward to going back to school. But maybe I secretly did. When I was younger I really hated school.

Moving around a lot didn't help me a lot either. I just couldn't along with the others kids my age. But when dad died and mom suddenly sent us to boarding school (out of freaking nowhere I may add) so much changed. A few days before we would return to school, something however happened. It all started when I was feeling really sick. The first thing that happened was the loss of all desire to sleep. I tried everything, from warm milk to relaxing music. I even did research on the internet (I couldn't sleep anyway) but nope. No sleep.

Things got serious when I lost my appetite. Even hamburgers weren't an option. Until that time my brother and mother had just thought I had caught a cold. But the moment I rejected my favourite hamburger they started getting really worried. For dammed good reasons too. I love food. And food loves me. At this point I hadn't slept in a few days, and food was also not an option. Mom wanted me to go to the doctor but I reassured her I was going to be fine. (She works at a hospital and if I hadn't insisted that I was feeling better, then she would have dragged me to the hospital herself.) And I wasn't lying. I was feeling better.

I started eating again, and I slept better. However, those weird symptoms got replaced by something else. That something being the feeling of getting crushed by gravity. Also I was feeling like I was slowly suffocating, and I should also mention the weird dreams. Shortly explained, I felt like absolute crap. And then one night, after I experienced the worst nightmare in my life, it happened. I felt all of the sickness just disappear. I felt normal again. Well… what you call normal. As you see, that next morning wasn't like my usual mornings…

'Hey Alfred are you up yet? Mom sends me to…' I woke up by Matthew's voice. Something that usually doesn't happen, his voice is just too soft. But as I opened my eyes half, wanting to send him away he already spoke again. 'Alfred, are you even here?' I saw him walk through my room. His hair (that is longer than mine, it looks wavy. I used to call him princess for it) was hiding his face.

I tried not to grin. He was probably not wearing his glasses, and thus not being capable of finding me. I was obviously just lying in bed… Wait… It was then that it occurred to me that I was seeing the world from a different perspective. Everything seemed farther away. And somehow I couldn't find my sheets or my pillow. I let out a surprised (and quite annoyed) sight. It was then that it clicked for both of us. He looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling I was stuck to. And as I tried not to have a panic attack, I manage to wave at him. 'Good morning Matt. Could you do me the favour of getting me the hell of this ceiling?!' The more I spoke the more the panic showed through my words.

Matthew's face went from confused, to shocked, to horrified in a few seconds. He dropped the book he was holding. It was then I noticed his left arm was missing. As we stared at each other, both of us started screaming. The results? Gravity decided to drop me, and suddenly Matthew disappeared in thin air completely. And what stood there panicking instead was a set of floating clothes. We both sounded like little girls.

And that's when basically everything went to hell.

OMFG. I did it. I actually did it. I went to the new Star Wars film tonight. And somehow it gave me the courage to do this. I hope the force will be strong in me. :D (The Dark Side is pretty cool though...) I hope you enjoyed. (I really, really do.) Just ignore this rambling. It's like 1:09 over here. I should go to sleep, instead I'm acting like a train wreck. Now we're at it. I was SUPER confused by the school education systems around the world. (Maybe because our own is confusing as hell.) But anyway I just decided to go with the ''Harry Potter school education'' approach. Because I could seriously just not figure it out. I would do a murder for some tea right now... Anyway until next time! Stay AWESOME.