Jesse Danials
New York City
Do you ever feel... how do I put this... different? Well that's how I've felt for almost my entire life. A while ago, when I turned eight, I was able to change the color of things, and control stuff through a mirror, and about a few days ago, I could absorb anything from wood, to titanium, but it's been hard to control that power. I'll pull a quarter out of my pocket, and it'll instantly turn me to metal. I'm Jesse Danials. Almost average person. The only thing normal about me is my car. A four door blue/black Volkswagen. It's my mom's old car. She died when I was young, and my awful dad, Kale Danials, raised me until I was 17, then first chance he got he dumped me of at Carthage college, and moved back to Mexico. Now I live in New York City with my friend Jacob in a small cheap apartment. He pays for the food and the water bill, I pay the rent, and electricity bill, and if something goes wrong, we both chip in to fix it.
"Dude, did you pay the rent yet?" Asked Jacob. I leaned back into the lazy boy, and took a sip of my coke.
"I was getting to that." I said. He stared at me.
"Well get to it faster, alright?" He said.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh, I'm gonna be late to work." I said. I walked out the door, and got in my car.