Jamie Ambrosius - 1. Journal 1

Jamie Ambrosius

Journal # 1

So I've decided I'm going to start writing a journal, after some pretty. . .serious events that happened today, I'm pretty sure I'll appreciate reading this years from now. It's a Friday night, I'm tired as shit, so I'm gonna attempt to wrap up the events of today quickly.

Wayyy earlier today, when I was at school; right after gym period, some douche bags decided to attempt to be funny. The bell just rang, and I was heading for my math class. I had my earphones in because I normally don't talk to people, and would prefer to listen to my music; and this dude who was eyein' me as I was walking out of gym class, tripped me. It wasn't a humiliating trip, I caught myself, but the fact he tripped me to begin with really bothered me.

Let me just explain I'm a very reserved person. I don't talk to many people, nor do I associate with them. If you're not one of my friends, I probably won't talk to you. And this dude had the audacity to trip me, and I didn't even know his name, nor have I done anything to him. Clearly it was a joke, kids were laughing. Haha you tripped the quiet kid. But what they didn't understand is, that I have a temper myself. . . Kind of.

The night before this, my drunken parents kept my ass up because they were belligerent and wanted to put up a show in front of the family. But their definition of 'show' is fighting with each other to prove how miserable each of them were. It was completely ridiculous, but it's something I have to put up with every night. They often don't bother me, but at some times it can be a damper on my mood. And leading up to that day, when that kid tripped me, I "snapped".

I honestly wouldn't even call it snapping, I basically discovered I had a new gift, and I wanted to test it. After I shot him a glare, I stood up, and walked over to him. He continued to laugh, but my face was nothing but serious. He kept repeating "oh, what are you gonna do?", and up until this point, I've never been in a fight. And I guess I still haven't. Because when I stopped in front of him, he stopped laughing. It actually looked like he seen death, because his eyes were petrified; and he kinda looked like he was about to cry.

Now I was laughing. There was a part of me that always knew I could do this, get inside someones head and make them do what I want. I wasn't that mad with him, since it wasn't even a bad trip. But I wanted to make a point, and in my own kind of twisted humor way.

The boy then punched himself right in the face, and pretty hard too. I even had to control his natural urge to cry, because he was a little bitch and I wasn't entirely done playing with him yet.

"Why're you hitting yourself?" I said in a monotone voice, with the biggest shit eating grin I could manage. I then turned around, and let his mind go. He collapsed to the floor, and started crying, pretty badly too. I just walked away, the people that watched wouldn't understand what just happened anyway. But they would be scared of me, and that's all I really cared about. They could then spread rumors, and people would hopefully be smart enough to not bother me.

Still never been in a fight though, he hit himself. Hah.

That was my logic anyway, I'm not a bad person, I swear. Despite my twisted humor, and sadistic looking ways, it's all for a show. And after that one time, I will never again display my abilities to anyone. I always figure it's best to be underestimated than overestimated, so if I ever come in contact with enemies, that's what I'll do.

But the thing is, I don't like enemies. I don't like getting on peoples bad sides. That's why it appalled me when that random kid decided to trip me. Like I ain't never done nothin' to you. The hell you trippin' me for? Sorry for my ghetto-ness, I'm constantly surrounded by it so it's become like second nature.

Anyway, after that incident I went to my math class, which was actually one of my more favorite classes. Only because I had a couple friends in this one, and I got to fulfill my social needs. As soon as I sat down, my friend Lynn instantly started asking questions about what happened earlier with 'That Kid', I still don't even know his name.

"Eh nothing much... He tripped me, and I walked up to him and he started crying, it was weird. Who is he anyway?" I said, in a more lively voice. I don't always talk monotone, it depends on my mood, and my energy.

"Joe Heshcott, Khy'resha said she saw him punch himself. The hell is that about?" she asked, getting right to the point. I didn't even recognize the kids name. Lynn was pretty cool, she had long black hair, was oriental, and a stoner like myself.

"That was weird, I think he was just trying to be funny. Still don't know who he i-" I started to say, but Ms. Hennigan called my name. I already knew what she was calling me for, and felt pretty confident about going to the office. Just as I expected, there was the assistant principal standing by the door, with a stern look on his face. I just looked innocent, I had no track record, and felt kind of invincible, not gonna lie.

The assistant principal, Mr. Boxom, was a tall and slender man. With gray hair that was receding, and a short, but sharp beard. He was never friendly, and was known for giving harsh punishments. I've never had to talk with him besides now, so I was hoping for some kind of lenience. Although with the way he carried himself, I doubt it.

"Come with me, Mr. Ambrosius." the assistant principal, Mr. Boxom said. I just followed after him and waved to Lynn, I was pretty sure I was going to see her later, they should have no proof. But what if Joe made his friends tell false testimonies? Shiiittt. I really didn't want to start controlling peoples minds again, it might contradict with things they said earlier, and I didn't want to confuse things, or reveal myself. I wondered if I could use my ability to read peoples minds. . . that would definitely help. At this point I started to get a random headache, which was curious.

I looked over, and Mr. Boxom was staring at me. Well, I don't know if it was staring, when I happened to look at him he was looking at me. I probably looked pretty cocky, because when I look at people, it's with the same intensity as they give me. What was weirder about it, is he took a moment to speak. It was like a little stare down before he got to the point.

I had to think about it, but I was pretty sure he was trying to press into my mind. I instantly got on the defensive, and when I did, my headache went away. Even if he did have the same ability as me, he wasn't as good. This gave me another confidence boost. But left me with a lot of questions. Who was he really? Is this ability even real or am I tripping?

"Do you mind telling me what happened earlier?" the assistant asked in his deep and raspy voice, displaying no change after I blocked him out. I wasn't going to attempt to press into his mind, I wasn't sure how all of this worked, but I figured it might alert him that I did actually have this ability. Better safe than sorry.

"He tripped me, hit himself, and started crying. A joke I presume." I stated, shrugging my shoulders to make the assumption that I wasn't entirely sure what happened either.

"I see." was all Mr. Boxom said on the way back to his office. When we got there, there were three kids sitting down. Joe, Khy'resha, and somebody else I didn't know. I then started sifting through their minds to figure out what they had told the man. It was all basic stuff, Joe had gotten the two to lie on his behalf, and say I antagonized the entire thing, and hit him, even though I clearly didn't. Mr. Boxom had me sit down next to the kid I didn't know, and I just sat there, waiting for one of them to speak. Oh and I figured out the unknown kids name was Rick, and he was a closet homosexual, oops.

"So, Joe, you claim that Jamie here hit you, after you tripped him 'jokingly?" Mr. Boxom said, looking between all of us. I just rolled my eyes, what can I say, they have no proof.

"Yes, he threatened to hit me earlier in Gym, these two witnessed it Mr. Boxom!" Joe exclaimed with a look of distress, not even able to make eye contact with me. Okay, he was going to play the victim role, I see.

"Yeah he hit 'em. I heard him talkin' 'bout it too." Khy'resha said, lying through her teeth. But I didn't care, still no proof.

"Jamie did say he was going to hit him." Rick professed. As much as I wanted to send him a little message, I held myself back. I'm not a super villain, I swear.

"Don't we have this on video?" I said quickly, knowing that our school monitors us at every time. Freedom is fun isn't it?

"Actually, around the time this happened our computers were having technical difficulties." Mr. Boxom explained. Of course, our computers -would- stop working when something happens to me. Just my luck. But hey, still no proof right?

"Regardless however, this boy was obviously hit, and you're the only suspect, Jamie. I feel it's only right to suspend the both of you for a week." he continued. And I swear to god I was about ready to smack the shit out of him. Suspend me? Me? Someone who's done absolutely nothing... Well maybe a little bit. But still. You'll take the word of these idiots over someone who's never even been in detention? Fuck the system man.

"Whaaaaaatt?!" Joe yelled, as if it were his first time being suspended. Delving into his mind I've already figured out he had a long track record at this school, being suspended at least once a month. And they still side with this delinquent. I swear to god man.

I just walked out, the assistant principal called after me, and told me to stop. But I didn't care. I was already suspended, what worse could I do. There was nothing else he could tell me that I really cared about. And quite honestly, I didn't have time for it. I had a lot to do now, and finally had the time to do it.

At this point, I had so many questions. Ever since I first used this ability, I've started feeling much more connected with. . . Well. Everything. Just walking past people I start learning things about them subconsciously. But it was never too much, my brain just accepted it.

I think I accepted the fact I had a supernatural gift so easily, because I've dreamed about it for years, ever since I was a little child. The power I felt in my dreams, it was now a reality. I wasn't too sure what triggered it, since being tripped is far from the worst thing to ever happen to me, but I wanted to figure out what did. Maybe I always could use this power, but just didn't know. . . I have been strangely lucky my entire life.

Anyway back to what happened after I left school. My first destination was the local bank. It was only a few blocks from my school, so I walked. I mean I ain't never stole nothing serious before, other than a few candy bars or grapes from the local grocery store. So this was a big deal for me, it was killing my conscious like no other. But I needed quick money, and I figured I'd repay them some day. And I will, I swear.

What I did is I walked in, and instantly scanned the area for information. Not the physical area, but the mental area. I needed all the info on the bank I could get. In nearly no time, I already knew how to get in, access the safes, as well as all the security areas. All I had to do was walk in the bathroom, send the people inside, out. And then lure the employee who gave me the information into the bathroom.

Ps. Sorry Henry, nothing personal.

We then exchanged clothes and I made my way out of the bathroom, past the counter, and down the hall. Before people could even not recognize me, I'd get into their head and make them believe I was a co-worker. It was too easy. The only minor difficult thing was deleting the video records, because they had backed up files online. But that was only time consuming, like wiping myself from the peoples memories, it was still no issue.

Long story short I only stole a couple grand, enough to cover traveling and food expenses. I even left a little money in Henry's pocket, for letting me use his clothes. As soon as I confirmed I had my ability, when I made that kid punch himself, I knew I had to learn more. What can I say, I'm thirsty for knowledge. Haha. I'm thirsty.

After I left the bank, I felt the drawback from using my power. It was a migraine like I've never had before, as well as feeling physically weak. I had to call a cab to take me home, I was barely able to stay conscious. The only thing driving me was my will at the time, but I felt like death.

The cab finally pulled off the main road, and started making its way towards the hood. I went to school in a decent city, but where I lived was pretty ghetto. Across the street from me was a crack dealer, and my neighbor was a heroin addict. I live so deep in the hood cops don't even like driving around here. Despite my cities bad reputation for crime, and drugs, I didn't mind it. I've made good friends, and am pretty good about avoiding bad people.

Even in my half conscious state, I was chuckling at the look on the cab drivers face when he pulled in front of my house, he looked horrified. I paid him and gave him a decent tip, and got out of the car. After living here for so long, it doesn't even scare me anymore. I'm actually pretty cool with the heroin addict, the crack dealer though, I don't mess with. To me it's pretty funny, considering I'm a teenage white boy that looks like he's never even affiliated with a gang before in his life. But people don't mess with me.

When I got out of the car, I was still pretty weak, and was wobbling back and forth, trying to walk towards my house. The cab driver spun off immediately, trying to get out of this area as fast as he could. In the state I was, I didn't notice three figures walking down the street. It was only until I was almost at my driveway that I picked up on hostile thoughts. Great, I fucking jinxed myself. I groaned audibly, my migraine was still as painful as ever, and I was light headed. I really wasn't feeling up to defending myself right now, but I knew I had to. Turning around to face them, they continued walking towards me.

There were three of them, all male, white, and in cloaks. They were in strange attire for the area they were in, which instantly flagged them as foreigners in my head. What frightened me is I was only able to get inside two of their heads, that left me vulnerable to at least one person. The only thing going through my mind was, Shiiiiiiiiit.

"I don't know who you guys are, but if you had any kind of sense you'd turn around." I stated in a feeble but striking tone. As soon as I was able to figure out two of their powers, I was sent air born, flying backwards into a bunch of trash cans. The guy who's name I figured out was Alex, was grinning at me as he did this.

Fucking telekinesis. Of course that would be real. And before I could even process the pain in my back, I was forced to roll quickly to the side, before the trash cans were set ablaze. Okay, cool. Someone who can control fire. Fucking super. And his name was fucking Blake. I was acting as fast as my body even could, and I already lost sight of the third guy.

"Enough of that." I said, pointing a hand towards Blake who was about to use his fire again. He then lost all focus in his eyes, and I pointed towards Alex. As I turned the two against each other, the third guy put me in a headlock from behind. I'm not a strong guy. I'm tall, skinny, and frail. I instantly couldn't breath and was seconds away from being unconscious. Before I passed out, I used all my focus to latch out on Alex's mind, and force him to fling the mysterious man off of me. I dropped to the ground and started panting, fighting to remain conscious.

I didn't have a long fight, before I even had five pants in, I was kicked in my side. Somehow the third man warped back towards me, and he was far from finished. Luckily I had two pawns on my side, and they consistently threw him off of me, allowing me to at least catch my breath before I was kicked again. Well, at least Alex was, Blakes fire was kind of useless to me. The only downside to using Alex was he wasn't that strong, and was growing weak in power, and couldn't hold the third man off much longer.

I had to do something, if Alex wasn't strong enough, maybe I was. Getting deep inside his mind, I searched for his knowledge of his own ability. I wanted to know how he used it, so I could try it myself. Once I figured out how he did it, I then attempted it.

When the third man came back again, I held my hand up, and used what I had learned. It was like exerting my own will from my body, and grabbing him, and throwing him. He was sent flying backwards, and a deep pain shot through my arm. I screamed.

I had no idea why yet, but I suspected it was because I didn't know how to properly use this ability yet. But I didn't care, I could use it, so I would. I had a pretty good concept of mind over matter, so even though I felt like passing out, I was pulling through. Because when that warping man came at me again, he wasn't even able to touch me. I just stared at the ground and started cackling through every single pain soaring through my body. I was holding him still, and could sense his mind barriers breaking. His name was Lucian and he was hired by the principal of my school to try and capture me.

I lined the boys up, and mustered up the strength to stand up, albeit I had to lean on my fence. I had a long day, and I was pretty pissed. While I had these boys under my control, I was going to give them a little message. But first, I reached down to extract a cigarette from my pocket, and placed it between my lips. Thanks to Blake, I lit it with my new pyro ability, and smiled at him maliciously.

"Like I said, no sense at all." I said, in a calm but raspy tone. I would of let them talk, but I already knew what they had to say. Now they were scared, and wanted to plea. But I didn't want that.

"You guys will tell Mr. Boxom, that I know what he is. And if he tries to come at me again, he'll regret it." I said, in a cold, and demanding voice. They nodded their heads quickly. I took another drag.

"Now get out of my god damn sight." I hissed. I then made Lucian grab the others, and warp away, with no recollection of where they came from or who they spoke with. I finished my cigarette and walked up feebly to my house. Unlocking my door and locking it after me, I made my way into the kitchen and searched the medicine cabinet desperately for any kind of pain pills.

It took me a while to find them, but once I did I wasted no time ripping the lid off with my telekinetic ability. I took a small hand full and took them all, running my mouth under the faucet to chase them. That's how you take pills in the hood. I don't usually use pills, but I felt like death. I hurt everywhere, from where Lucian kicked and hit me, from where I busted my back when Alex flung me. And from my own excessive use of my will.

Putting the pills back, I crawled my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I didn't even take off my clothes, but instantly collapsed on my bed. I then started thinking deeply about what happened that day. . . From getting suspended, to robbing a bank, and then getting jumped. I tried to figure out Mr. Boxom's motives, but the boys didn't know anything about him, they were only hired for a single purpose. They knew nothing more. I was always careful with covering my tracks, so I wasn't worried about leaving any traces behind, but somehow the principal knew about me, and was after me. That's what worried me.

He was relatively new to the school, but I've never been in trouble by him before. I've actually never spoken to him. The only logical reason I could think of was because he sensed my abilities, and somehow wanted me because of it. Which is fucking great, the same day I figure out I have powers, I get hunted down because of it. Typical. I wondered if it was going to affect my school life, it would be a real bitch if I got expelled for no reason.

Once I could actually open my eyes again, I got into a sitting position, and worked my way to standing up. Limping past my bed and across my room to my dresser, I leaned against it and inspected myself in my mirror. My usually well kept undercut was all messed up, but with my dirty blonde hair I some how pulled it off. Running my hand through it quickly to slick it back, I then touched at a couple cuts on my face. I probably got them when that Lucian kids shoe scraped my face when he kicked me. Fucking dumb ass.

My blue eyes look worn, and I was ready to get some rest. I originally intended on coming home, and surfing the web to learn more about this sort of stuff, but ya' know. Gotta get jumped. Instead I walked back over to my bed, and sat back down. I wasn't going to go to bed just yet, but instead, I needed to relax my mind. I reached into my night stand and took out a joint I had rolled that morning. I always roll one for before school, and after. Luckily my step dad didn't take it, or else I'd of been really disappointed.

I lit it up, this time with my lighter, and smoked it slowly to myself. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the buzz. Occasionally I'd open my eyes to watch the result of my smoke tricks, switching it up from ghosts, to rings, to french inhales. I've gotten pretty good at them over the years, and still practiced occasionally. Sometimes I even do them subconsciously when I smoke.

That about sums up what happened today, because after I finished smoking it motivated me to start writing this. And holy fuck what I intended to be a quick summary ended up being like eight damn pages. I've gotta stop now, I can see the morning light from my window, I need sleep. Shit.