The Writings

This is the book about « The Writings » the unexplained life of Adam (Family Name still haven't picked), and the power of words that will change his life.

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Chapter 1: My boring life (for now ;)

"Adam, Adam come down we're going to be late! Again! "

"I'm coming!" I say.

I took a last look in the mirror before going to school. I'm pretty good looking as always, 17, brown hair twirled up, short, dark green eyes with orange specks. I'm pretty muscular, abs, girls sure like it! I'm stubborn, but generous. I never give up in what I believe in, very straight forward and charming obviously. My tight jaw, got to shave, let's not forget my tattoos, one on my left shoulder a little below, it goes all around my arm and is abstract designs, my right wrist like a bracelet with a pattern. Those matche my white t-shirt, with jean jacket no sleeves, and just pants not sure what pair. Don't need to brush my hair; I just pass my hand through it.

"What are you doing up there! We're late for school!"

"Five seconds!" I yell back at my sister, Sage. God!

I take one last look, and grab my backpack. Go out of my room, down to the living room where Sage is waiting for me.

"What were you doing? Want to get detention, again!"

Typical Sage, 15, she has brown long curled hair, such a fuss every morning! And then I am the one that is late. She has big brown eyes, small mouth, cute smile, pretty but has no part in the world she lives in a fairy tale and is very annoying, I said out loud for her to hear me from down stairs. I ignored her last comment, grabed my keys and rushed out the door. To my awesome black jeep, I jumped in.

Waited for Sage who runs out, losing her backpack. She hops in, and I drive to school, Winchester High School.

On the way there, I think back to the last messed-up years.

My power, my gift, my curse, my doom.

When I was 13, in school I was talking to a friend and some idiot wrote on my arm! "jerk", since that moment I ... well... I was a jerk for the whole day. First I tried to rub off the word, but it wouldn't come off so I ignored it and thought I would wash it off next break. The bell rang, I went to the toilet, bent down over the sink but the word had disappeared. After that I insulted a friend who bumped in to me, I flirted and annoyed any girl, I made fun off the nerd and finally went home where I screamed at my sister to turn down the music and ended up breaking her radio. That's when she said

"What's wrong with you? Stop acting like a jerk!"

That's when it hit me?! I guess... I didn't understand how? Why? What?! So the next day, I wrote "intelligent" on my arm, I got twenty on the math test that day, which amazed my teacher, next day, I only got ten in English. I realized that it only had effect for a whole day. The word just faded into my arm. It works on any part of my body. These last years, I have tried a lot of things so basically: