Sorry these chapters are so short and you've had to wait so long for me to repost. I've been very busy lately. Then I got grounded, and then my computer crashed. Oh I made a mistake, Jonathan is only 67 he was originally 200 but as the story progressed in my notebook I changed his age.
One week later…..
CPOV
I woke up and glanced at my clock. It said 2:05 am. I groaned and turned over; just as I did I felt last night's dinner start making its way up my throat. I threw the covers off of me and med my way to the bathroom, barely thrusting my head over the rim of the toilet bowl before the contents pf my stomach came spewing out. I sat, with my head over the toilet for about two minutes, vomiting twice more before I flushed the toilet and sat down, leaning against the door for support. I sat there trying to catch my breath for another two minutes, until I felt the puking feeling again. I braced myself and stuck my head back into the toilet. I broke out in a cold sweat. The dry heaves came, shaking my whole body like I was a rag doll with a serious case of convulsions. After I was done I flushed the toilet once again for good measure and sat back down. After the second bought of torture I started crying. My aunt Ruth came rushing into the bathroom. She took one glance at me and the floor around me; apparently I missed part of the bowl once or twice, and shook her head. She helped me clean up the mess and myself. Then I ran a hot bath and sank into the calming, steamy water.
Jonathan's POV
I checked my luminescent watch, 2:05 am it read. "Damn," I thought, "four hours till school. Four more hours of freedom, and I'm still sitting with nothing to do." I was starting High School for the fourth time. Oh joy. My powers were useless in a large city like Chicago. How could one possibly lure, like bring animals to them, with hundreds of humans around and manage NOT to expose the entire family's secret. I would've given anything just to be back in the wide open spaces of Alaska or even Canada. I sighed and picked up my guitar, my pick and my note book and walked out on to my balcony where I jumped onto the roof and began writing.
Alice "awoke" me from my calming session hours later. I jumped down off the roof and back into my room. I glanced at my watch and cursed under my breath. School started in thirty minutes. I meandered over to my walk in closet; hate coursed through me, now I had clothes, now when I didn't need them. Yet, I didn't have clothes when I most desperately need them.