Into the Sublime

The Crash

Buzz, buzz
...
Buzz, buzz
...
Buzz, bu...

An alarm clock shoots across my rom crashing into the wall without the act of touching it.

"Dammit... not again," I lazily complain as got myself from my slumber, " That's three days in a row. What's the matter with me?"

I brushed it off, got up, and stroll halfheartedly towards my alarm clock which was now a jumble of pieces. I hovered my hand overtop of the pieces and my hand began to emit a magenta aura. Soon the alarm clock pieces too gave off the same color and levitated into the air. The pieces reverse to its previous form and all that was broken was fixed. Once it finished, it fell back to the ground and I picked it up-returning it to my dresser next to my bed.

That mini spectacle was executed by a gift I was awarded on my birth. It's magic I guess you can say. As far as I know, I have the ability to control things such as opening doors, or reassembling alarm clocks. Along with that I am capable of levitating objects to an certain extent. No one is aware of these powers, not even my parents. I don't know how I acquired this but I'd rather not find out from experiments.

"Zion! Breakfast is ready and school starts in less than an hour. It's your first day, don't want to be late." A strong yet caring voice yelled from a floor below me.

"Coming Mom! Gimme a sec!" I responded aiming my hand towards my closet.

The door slid open and out came a long sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. As they approached me, I took off my current clothing. I picked the clothes from the air and got dressed. I snatched my backpack and made my way downstairs to encounter two individuals. One was a big black skyscraper in a suit and tie. The other was a peach colored women of average height with a tangerine silk flowing from her head. She looked to me and smiled which was received by mine.

"Good morning, Zion! Breakfasts on the table." She pointed towards the table in which my dad sat.

He was just finishing his food amidst reading a newspaper. Such a typical dad. And to believe they have a son like me. We exchanged silent greeting as I sat down to eat a ordinary breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits, and sausages. As I ate, my parents dove into conversation concerning their day. My dad rose from his seat and acquired his work items.

"Steph, today is going to be a momentous day for us. Though I hope it doesn't turn out as bad as they say it will." My dad spoke to my mom who removed her apron.

"If only we had a way of knowing what they meant by it. Hope for the better, James, I suppose." My mom socialized as she also prepared to leave with my dad.

"Have a good day, Zion," My dad expressed to me and under his breath which I also didn't catch he whispered "Hopefully it'll be better than ours."

He escorted my mom out the door and I sat befuddled at his words. I checked the time and realized that the bus I was taking to school was leaving. I grabbed a jacket as it was predicted to rain today and ran out the house. As I ran out the house, I was met by the bus leaving my property and I missed the bus. I let out a sigh and kicked the air like a soccer ball in frustration. And made my way to school by walking.

*

I arrived at my school, Highland High School, with the school starting 5 minutes ago. I hurried to class and strode into a classroom. The teacher was in the middle of taking role and noticed my walking in late to his classroom. He was a man of medium height with nothing on his head and had the clothes on of a stereotypical teacher. He looked to be almost in his forties and had beady eyes hidden behind small glasses.

He eyed me as he chided me "Tardy on the first day of school. Not a smart choice."

I shrugged and he instructed me to sit a designated seat. This being my third year of high school, I have stopped caring too much about it. I just work and get grades. I've only got one real friends, everyone just thinks I'm weird and don't socialize with me. Even on the first day, I received some shady glares. I didn't pay attention to them and tuned out as the teacher spoke.