My first story, so be nice, i know it won't be perfect.
Disclaimer:I own the plot, nothing else.
Chase Collins, age 13 as of today, was confused and scared out of his mind. His life was never what you'd call ideal, being a foster child, but no matter where he went, nothing any of those jerks at the homes did to him could cause his emotions to go haywire like they were at this moment.
He'd walked into his room, everything was as it should be, no intruder's or anything. The thing is that as soon soon as he set his head down and began to drift off, he thought he'd like to get some reading in before he got to sleep. As soon as that thought crossed his mind his book was in his lap, said book that was previously on the bookcase across the room, needless to say he was pretty freaked out.
There was never any doubt he wasn't normal, he couldn't deny that, but he definitely didn't expect to be this weird. Something about him always repeled certain people, certain being most, not only that but he always seemed to be the new kid. When he was given to these...freakishly pleasant people he was assured this would be a permanent deal, but people had said that to him before so he wouldn't get his hopes up.
He'd heard that, theoretically, phenonemon like this could be caused by negative emotions, and he had plenty of those to go around.
It had been about ten minutes so he was beginning to settle down... a little... but only a little. He was now contemplating how he could possibly use this to his advantage, he'd spent the better part of his life scared, alone and unhappy, it was time this disgusting world gave something back for his troubles.
Research would be necessary to ensure he didn't do anything stupid. The negative emotion theory sounded promising but he'd need to take a look at his real family history, he knew that things like this normally would come from previous generations, it's only natural.
He was sick of always being the weird new kid, the nerdy loser from the opposite side of the State,
he'd give everyone a reason to think of him as a freak and it would be in a way that would grab a heap of attention.
His... mother was calling for him to come and say goodnight to his guests, it was his birthday after all, and the reason he'd come up in the first place was so he would be able to avoid everyone if he was asleep, but he wouldn't even be able to pretend now.
His mother called again, making him think it would be hard to accomplish anything with her around, maybe it was time to consider a permanent solution...