Jamie Ambrosius - 2. Journal 2

Jamie Ambrosius

Journal # 2

The next day, I woke up feeling 100% better. I was still sore and what not, but my headache was gone, and that's all that mattered. I got out of bed, and walked over to my dresser to look at myself again. I still looked pretty rough, and was in desperate need of a shower. But before I did anything, I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it up, and took a seat. It was essentially my morning ritual, smoke a cigarette, and roll a couple doobies. Once I was finished rolling, I put them in a cigarette pack, and tucked it in my back pocket. Then I got up, and walked over to my closet and grabbed a change of clothes. A long-sleeved shirt, a white hoodie, and a pair of jeans.

I made my way out of my bedroom and across the hall into the bathroom. Stripping down to the nude, I started the shower and walked over to the sink. Admiring myself for a moment in the mirror, I reached down and grabbed my toothbrush. I'm always told I have a nice smile, so I work hard to keep it that way. They aren't entirely natural, I've used many teeth whitening products down to the strips that go over your teeth. I suppose in a way I'm kind of vain with my looks, but who isn't? It's not a crime to want to look nice. After I brushed my teeth I walked over and hopped in the shower. It felt so nice with the hot water running down my body. I needed it.

Stepping out of the shower, I made my towel wrap around me, and dry me off with just a little mental effort. I got dressed and ruffled my hair the way I wanted it, and left the bathroom. I had to grab a couple things before I went downstairs for breakfast, like my phone, and maybe some socks.

Once I put on some socks, and grabbed my phone, I checked my text messages.

Lynn Anette: "Whaasssaaaap dooood!"

Matthew Hillwood: "Aye homie! what'chu up to today?"

Me to Lynn: "Whadddappp! Aye, you try'na come over 'n match?"

to Matthew: "Sup dude, not shit lol. You wanna come over 'n match? Just messaged Lynn too."

After I texted them back, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and made my way down stairs. I was really hungry, and it smelt delicious. Before I even walked in the kitchen I could smell bacon and eggs, and when I entered, there was even more. There were pancakes and sausage, hash browns, bacon and eggs. Mom must of been in a really good mood, because she rarely makes a breakfast this extravagant.

"You're up early for a Saturday." my mom said, probably noticing how I was blinking an unusual amount of times for being in a bright room. I only nodded and walked to the fridge, pulling out the orange juice.

"Yeah, didn't get home till late at night. Was working on a project with Matt and Lynn." I said, which was a believable story. Us three always hang out, whenever we aren't in school, and even when we are in school.

After I poured myself a glass of orange juice, I grabbed the plate my mom made up for me, because that's what she always does, and I headed off to my room. We talked for a couple seconds, but the way our relationship works, we don't talk much. Just quick and to the point conversations, I prefer it that way anyway. It's not like she's going to start talking about how she got drunk last night, and was probably screaming and being belligerent. The way our family works, when we're sober, we don't mention when we're drunk. And when we're drunk, all we talk about is when we're sober. It gets annoying, and I go at all costs to avoid it.

Walking back up the stairs and into my bedroom, I set my food down on my dresser and took a seat. The first thing I did was check my phone, since I felt it vibrate when I was downstairs.

Lynn Anette: "I'm omw dude! Be ready!"

Matthew Hillwood: "On my way mayne!"

Me to Lynn: "I'm always ready ;)"

to Matthew: "We'll be here!"

For me to be ready, all I had to do was walk over to my window, and unlock it. Lynn was my neighbor and literally lived right beside me. Her bedroom is also facing mine, so she can literally climb onto her roof, and onto mine, and come through my window. That's how we've hung out for years, and it's been a nice system. As I unlocked my window I seen her coming out hers.

"Whaddddaappp!" I shouted from my own window, with a bright smile on my face. It always made my day when I was able to hang out with my friends.

"Whasssaappp!" she said, equally as goofy. It was kinda our thing whenever we see each other.

"Dude, I have so much to tell you." I started, backing away from my window so she could come in. I walked over to my dresser and took a seat, turning to face her. She on the table at the end of my bed, since it was usually her spot.

"You better get to talkin'. I heard you and Joe got suspended! That's some bullshit." Lynn said, sounding like she was mad for me. Which I can understand why, it was indeed bullshit, it still gets on my nerves to think about. I ain't never been suspended before... fucking Mr. Boxom.

"I will, just gonna wait till Matt gets here, don't wanna repeat the story twice ya' know."

"I feel you." she said. And just about at that time, I heard a knock at the front door. A smile grew on my face in anticipation, because I knew it was Matt. Once my mom let him in, and he started walking up the stairs, I pointed my hand at the door. Right before he went to open it, I opened it for him. Lynn just looked at the door like it was some sort of trick..which I guess it was. And Matt didn't even notice.

"What's up fella's!" Matt said in his cheery tone, just as Lynn was about to say something, he then pulled out a doobie from behind his ear, and held it out in front of him. "Ya'll ready to get... hiiigghhhhhh?" he added, dragging the last bit of his sentence on. I just chuckled, and held out my own hand, his doobie then left his, and zoomed over to mine. I held it up, and examined it like everything was normal.

Matt's a cool guy, one of my best friends like Lynn. He's lived around this neighborhood just about as long as me, and knows me probably the best. He's got short dark brown hair, hazel eyes, wears studded diamond earrings, and is quite fashionable.

"Nice doob." I said, with a grin on my face.

"Dude. What the fuck." Lynn said, as she noticed me move the door, and the doobie. Matt was still looking at me like I was crazy, and I didn't blame him.

"Let me explain. So yesterday, when Joe supposedly hit himself...well..he did. Except I kind of made him. They couldn't prove I did it, but being the only suspect; they suspended me." I began, taking a slight pause to build up suspense. What can I say, I like theatrics. "I'm not sure how I'm able to yet, but I do have an understanding of what I'm capable of. Since that incident, I've felt connected to everything, every person, every object, I can just feel them. Originally I could only get inside peoples heads.. but after an incident where a couple people tried to jump me, I absorbed their powers. One was able to control objects, or things, or for simplicity, had telekinesis. One was able to control fire, and one could teleport. From what I've tested, I can create fire, control objects, and minds. I'm not sure what triggered them, but I can... and it's pretty cool. I haven't been able to teleport yet though, but I haven't really tried it." I said, ending my story of yesterday.

I was being extremely casual, although everything I said probably sounded crazy. But hey, I had the doobie in my hand to prove it.

"That's crazy dude.. I-- I can't even process that right now." Lynn said, clearly bewildered by the situation. I don't blame her, it is kind of crazy.

"You know, of all people for this kind of thing to happen to, I'm not surprised it's you." Matt said, being casual as always. It made me laugh. He then walked over to my bed and took a seat.

"Shooot me neitha'. And ya' know what would help Lynn? Smoking." I suggested, walking back over to Matt to hand him his doob.

"Didn't you say you were jumped too? By who?" Matt asked, lighting up the doob directly after. He took a couple hits and passed it to Lynn, who smokes like a champ and busts out some of the best O's I've ever seen.

"Some guys named Alex, Lucian, and Blake. Alex was the guy with telekinesis, Lucian could teleport, and Blake could control fire. I don't know if he can create it, because I noticed he used lighters. But he could definitely control it. They were all hired by Mr. Boxom. I don't know why, but I intend on figuring out eventually. Probably the next time I go to school, after my suspension." I answered, taking a drag on the doob that Lynn handed me. I took a couple hits and passed it to Matt.

"Lucian Venici? I know that dude.. he's in our grade. He's actually.. kind of cool." Matt said in between hits, which I didn't see coming.

"Really? He wasn't so cool when he was kicking me in the side. That's interesting though, I wonder if he was doing it consciously or not. I'm nearly positive that Mr. Boxom can control minds too, I swear I felt him trying to get in mine."

"I'm not sure.. I could ask him."

"That wouldn't make sense, if he was being controlled, he wouldn't know about it." Lynn stated quickly, and correctly.

"Correct. He wouldn't know, but luckily, we have someone who can get inside someones head and figure out." I said, winking at Matt, who was in the same general direction as Lynn so I didn't have to blink twice. The doobie had already gone around a few times and was a roach, so I put it out and set it in the roach bottle.

"I guess I could invite him over here some time, he does smoke." Matt suggested with a little pose.

"I'm down, he won't remember our encounter anyway, but he might still be bound to attack me, if Mr. Boxom hasn't changed his motives. I'm not worried about that though, I should be able to tame him. I want to figure out if he knows more about these powers than I do... which is unusual to me. Usually I'm the smart one. This sucks." I joked, pretending to pout because for once I was the ignorant one. Matt's previous comment about not being surprised was probably because I'm known for being the smart one of the group.

"Hey, he could be just as clueless as you, never know!" Lynn said encouragingly, although the way he used his power I doubt it. He also had to be able to control minds, since at first he rejected my attempts to get in his head. I suspected he knew a bit more than I.

"Well, you should get a hold of him soon, like, within the next couple days. It'll have to be at your place, and he can't know about me." I explained, since I wanted to figure out more as soon as possible. And if I could get some info on Mr. Boxom that would be nice.

“Yeah dude we could do that, how bout tomorrow?” Matt responded, which was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“Perfect. I’ll bring a couple doob’s, we could match with him or somethin’. Just text me if he’s down.” I said, nodding a couple times at how the plans unrolled. The rest of the day went by pretty slowly, the three of us just chilled for awhile, playing video games with stale plots and horrendous humor, and pigged the fuck out on munchies. Sometimes it surprises me that I’m not fat, like smoking pot I eat a shit-ton, but I don’t gain weight. Gotta appreciate the little things.

“Dude I’m kind of thirsty. You guys wanna walk up to the corner store?” Matt asked, pausing the game and looking between me and Lynn.

“C’mon man I was just about to kill you! That’s cheating!” Lynn shouted, being very passionate about video games, and often talked hella smack while playing them.

“Pfft. I was about to kill you both anyway. But it’s like 10:30, isn’t it a bit late to be going to the store, especially in this area?" I asked, being the voice of reason. Despite the abilities I had, I doubt it would do much when someone tries to shoot me over a bag of skittles, or my surprisingly fat wallet. Which, reminded me to stash some money in a chest under my bed, that I kept most of my childhood stuff in.

“Like they’ll bother us anyway, plus, we got you Mr. Superman.” Matt replied, seeming very eager to want to go to the store. I shrugged, I guess I wasn’t too afraid, if someone was going to pull a gun on me I’d know about it before they did.

“Sure, my treat.” I said, setting the remote down and pulling my wallet out, to extract roughly two thousand and five hundred dollars, which I’d take over to my bed and place in my chest.

“Really, Jamie?” Lynn breathed, shaking her head as she watched me take out the money and put it away. “So you were the person they were talking about on the news, when all that money mysteriously came up missing from the bank. Shakin’ my head man.”

“Whaaaaa’ how much you got?!” Matt blurted quickly.

“Hey, I need to figure out as much as I can about these powers. If that includes traveling, I’ll need money to do it. Just planning ahead.” I reasoned, although I knew it wouldn’t mean anything. It was still selfish, and I considered just taking the money back. I intentionally didn’t say how much I had, because I didn’t plan on using it for anything besides necessities, aside from this single store trip.

“Whatever dude, let’s go!” he said, jumping up and heading for the door, opening it up for Lynn like a true gentleman.

My parents were asleep so we wouldn’t have to sneak out through a window or something, and out door was fortunately quiet so we’d be able to walk out without even making a noise. As soon as we got outside, I took a deep breath of fresh air. It was a chilly night, but the air was soothing and relaxing. There was something about nights I enjoyed, but the eeriness of our city kind of ruined it a bit. That was, before I had my powers. Now I kind of felt invincible, so nothing could actually ruin it for me. Flicking our hoods up, like normal hoodlums, we started walking down the sidewalk. The corner store was a couple blocks over, and near the end of my street we’d cut through a path in the woods to get on the other street that would take us closer. On the way we spotted a group of four people walking down our road, being loud and ignorant as if they owned the place. They shouted a few things at us, but as we kept on walking, and minded out own business, they let us pass by and kept on their way. It did help that me and Matt were relatively tall guys, and with our hoodies made us look pretty bulky, so I doubt they’d want to get into something they couldn’t handle.

“So we stoppin’ to smoke in the woods as usual?” Matt asked, as we entered the path that lead into the woods.

“We kind of have to, it’s like tradition, y’know?” Lynn added, knowing that we smoked every time we passed these parts.

“Of course. The fuck we look like? We own this hood now.” I replied, probably sounding a bit cockier than normal, but I was pretty confident before, so it wasn’t much of a change.

We ended up sitting on a broken tree where we usually sit, and Matt lit up the doob he brought along. After a few tokes, he put it out and we continued walking in the woods. It was simple adventures like these that we enjoyed the most, just calm walks with a destination in mind. Gave us something to do than melting our minds away at video games, regardless of how enticing they are at the moment. The world is always much more lively, and we try and make it a point to experience it as much as possible.

Once we got to the other street, the store was just one more road over, and this street led to the main road that we could take all the way there. It was a quick walk, and once we got outside the store there were a couple people chilling outside as usual, smoking a cigarette and probably waiting on some poor unfortunate kids to wander by and rob them. Luckily that wouldn't be us, because we grew up in this kind of situation, and know how to handle it. The key to avoiding confrontation, is to stay as humble as possible, walk with your head down, and avoid eye-contact.

“Ayo man, you got a dolla’ I can get?” one of the guys asked as we walked up, but we simply ignored him, and continued inside the store. I personally walked over to the drink refrigerators, and pulled out a couple energy drinks to help keep me up through the night. I wanted to do some research on the internet machine, and see if I could figure out anything from there. I doubted it, considering all the fuckery that existed on the internet, but I figure if I delved deep enough I might be able to find some kind of leads. After I got some pretzels to snack on later, I grouped back up with the others to see what kind of load we collected.

“Jesus Matt, just get everything in the store why don’t you?” I joked, looking at his armful of snacks and drinks, that consisted of chips, crackers, dip, energy drinks, candy, and probably some hot food as well that I overlooked. Lynn was more humble, and had only gotten a water and some gummy worms.

“Hey now, I’m sure Mr. Bankrolls can afford it.” Matt retorted, which lead to me just rolling my eyes, and letting it go. I didn't mind, it wasn’t really my money so I didn’t care.

“You can get something else Lynn if you want.”

“Naw man I’m good. I’m sure Matt got enough for a small militia anyway.”

“True, true.”

“Hey! I’m a growing man ok.”

“That man hasn’t grown since like 5th grade, I’m sure your metabolism is going to hate you in five years.”

“It’ll love me, just like you guys love me.”

When we were finished joking around, we went up to the counter and set down our large harvest for the night, the arabic man just kind of looked at us like we were crazy, but proceeded to scan our items anyway.

“That’ll be 31.70”

“Oh yeah, and a pack of reds 100.” I added, remembering I was almost out. My parents usually rolled their own cigarettes so I didn’t need to buy them, but with my spare cash I figured why not.

“36.28”

“Jeeze, everything’s going up huh?” I asked, giving him 40 dollars, and taking my pack of cigarettes and placing them in my back pocket. Me and Lynn grabbed our single bags, while Matt hauled out of the place with three. We continued to tease him on the way out, laughing out asses off as we did.

The guys we had seen walking in were still out there, and as we walked out, we quickly stopped laughing, and started shufling away. That was, until they both walked up towards mat and started touching his bag.

“Hey watchu got in here?” The man snickered, nudging his buddy and breaking out personal space.

“Go somewhere.” Matt responded, pulling his bag away and walking after us. The two men continued after him, and actually grabbed his bag this time, causing me and Lynn to turn around as he attempted to steal our stuff. But before I could even do anything, Matt had already released his bag, allowing the man to take it, and punched him square in the face. The other dude attempted to jump in, but before he could I forced him to back away with a little bit of mind control. The other fight was all Matts, within like four minutes the guy was already running away with his friend. Me and Lynn just laughed as Matt picked his stuff back up.

“Fucking faggots. Think they’re all big and shit when they’re together but alone they’re just a bunch of pussies.” He said, making his way back towards us.

“That was a good punch man! The first one really had him dazed!” Lynn chimed, always being there for moral support.

“Yeah dude it was, your welcome by the way for keeping the other one off.”

“As if I needed it, I could of took them both.”

“He had a blade, three seconds in and you’d be stabbed in the gut, and then I’d have to kill some bitches and hide some bodies”

“Hey man, I’d help you dig the holes.” Lynn added, chuckling shortly afterwards.

We then made our way back home, taking the main road to the side-street that lead to the path in the woods. But as we were walking in the woods, I heard a couple twigs snapping in the distance. Due to how dark it was, it was a creepy situation.

“God dammnit. They would follow us...and bring more people.” I whispered, attempting to reach out with my mind and figure out where they were. They weren’t far at all, and they were all surrounding us. There was four of them now, and they were each equipped with different weapons. I started to breath heavily, and I could notice Lynn and Matt’s anxiety.

I immediately tried to control their minds, and get them to go away, but for some reason. . .it wasn’t working. The sounds of crunching twigs was getting closer, and my own anxiety levels were spiking. Lynn wasn’t a fighter, she was short, and a docile human being. I definitely wasn’t a fighter, but given the situation, would do what I had to to protect my friends. The only real fighter here was Matt, and I doubted he’d be able to handle all four of them, or maybe three if I was even to handle one.

I didn’t have the heart to tell the others I wasn’t in full control of the situation, so I started racing through plans in my head of what I could possibly do. I may still be able to utilize my telekinesis, but who knew how successful that would be considering my ability to control their minds didn’t work. I could set them on fire, but I didn’t want to burn the entire forest down in the process. So I resorted to the only other thing I could think of.

“We have to run. Go!” I whispered with urgency, and pushed the others forward. Lynn wasn’t the athletic type, so I stayed a bit behind them as they ran, Matt had the decency to stick by her while she ran, as I stayed a bit behind as some sort of fail-safe.

“Oh no you guys don’t!” one of the men yelled, having caught up to us, and attempted to intercept Lynn and Matt, I extended a hand and exerted my own will to fling him into a nearby tree, it worked, but it was only temporary. While I did that, I could feel the strain in my arm from utilizing the power, and immediately felt the drain from it. Why? Just the other day I was much more powerful, and now, I’m hardly even capable? It didn’t make sense to me. The other guys were a bit behind, and as they got closer, one actually threw his spiked club at me. The spike missed, but the club hit me in the back of my leg, causing me to tumble into the ground.

“Keep running!” I yelled, quickly attempting to get to my feet before another guy ran up and kicked me straight in the head. The world got fuzzy, and I started seeing stars. That’s when Matt came up, and tackled the guy who kicked me. Doing my best to get back up, I noticed another guy come out of the woods and rip Matt off of the other guy, who was getting pummeled pretty hard. I rushed after him and clocked him right in the side of the head, and with me and Matt fighting the two, they hardly had a chance. That was, until one drew a knife. He went to stab me, but with more use of my will, I was able to stop his hand, and twist it violently to disarm him, and send him writhing in pain. There was one more man that hadn’t caught up yet, but was quickly gaining on us. And the man I had flung into the tree was approaching Lynn who was standing in the distance waiting on us, being a real friend and not running away.

“Go Lynn!” I shouted once more, seeing the man approach her. But as he did, and attempted to grab her, she tased him quickly in the neck. He was immediately dropped, shaking on the ground as she did so, and I couldn’t help but smile at her capability of self defense. However it was very short lived as the last man approached me and Matt, as we got off the other guys, who were pretty much knocked senseless, he withdrew a gun and pointed it at both of us, which is exactly what I was afraid of.

“Ya’ll fucka’s done messed up.” he seethed, his finger on the trigger ready to pull. And in that moment of panic, I let out a loud scream. As I did so my will basically left my body, and I could see his eyes go blank. Finally, he was under my control. And with a quick thrust of my hand forward, he was sent flying backwards into the forest violently, with the power I had seen and used just the day prior. With my adrenaline pumping, I grabbed the others with my power, and thew them into the woods as well, probably more violently then I needed to, but they had momentarily put me and my friends lives in risk, and I wasn’t going to have that again.

“Good job man, you had me worried there for a minute, I thought you lost your powers, or were joking from the start.” Matt said, breathing heavily from his own battles. I didn’t even reply, instead I walked towards the fourth mans body, and reached for his gun. I took it, and placed it in my own bag. Not that I really needed it, but I thought it would be useful for future purposes. Still not an evil villain, I swear.

I walked back towards the others, and gave a nod towards them for their bravery.

“You guys did good, like true hoodlums. That was a nice tase Lynn, good job.” I commented, actually proud of her standing up for herself. She had a long history of being bullied at school, and seeing what she was actually capable outside of it, impressed me.

“Thanks dude, my dad taught me well.”

“He sure did, I don’t think I’d of been able to stop that man either, I truly felt powerless for a moment there. . .”

“Yeah man, I was wondering what happened.” Matt spoke up, voicing his momentary worries.

“I’m not sure what happened, but let’s be glad it was only temporary, let’s get going though, before cops do come this way, for whatever reason.” I said, leading the others back towards our area.

Once we got to my house, we ended up chilling for a little while, smoked some more, and snacked here and there. But besides that we basically just relaxed, and talked about how crazy it was that we got jumped. I knew it was going to happen, it’s never safe to go out this late in our area, especially looking like privileged white kids. After Matt and Lynn ended up passing out in my room, I decided to write this journal. Day two of having these powers, and I’ve already been jumped twice. It’s starting to look more like a curse than a blessing, but it did save our lives, and I’m grateful for that. Oh and the gun I also stashed in my chest, if we ever were to go on an adventure like that late at night again, I planned on giving it to Lynn, so that I never had to worry like that again. Me and Matt can usually take care of ourselves, and I guess so can Lynn, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.

I guess I’m going to wrap this up though, the energy drinks I had are starting to make me crash, and I need to get some sleep before I meet up with Lucian tomorrow. That’s definitely going to be interesting. I wonder what he’s going to be like under different pretenses. And let’s hope my powers don’t fail me again if he still does want to attack me. . . Alright. Ni ni journal.