Clyde

Phenomenons

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Chapter 5: Phenomenons

Early dawn arises for Clyde to wake up around 6 AM, Friday the 13th of March, which was earlier before his stepfather usually brayed at his door. 

The boy quietly got up, when suddenly he could feel something different in him; A strange yet good difference.

Usually after a beating or a glum day at school and/or home, Clyde would wake up with sore muscles, aching pain, and a sense of misery.

But today was different; there was no painful or aching sensation in his body as he got up from bed for the first time than he usually does.

He checks the small old mirror in his bedroom and sees that his eyes were no longer bloodshot from crying or stress, the bags under his eyes were gone, even the bruises that Kenny had hit him on the face were gone.

As much as this bewildered the boy increasingly, he soon shook it off and quietly got dressed. He went through his school stuff in his bag to make sure everything was accounted for, since Kenny just threw his school bag in his room carelessly while the boy was locked in the cellar. 

Clyde noticed that his only pencil was missing and after a quick search, he spotted it under the bed. The boy didn't want to move the bed around, for he fears he'll awakened his stepfather if he made too much noise by moving the steel bed around the room.

Unable to reach the far corner under the bed, Clyde sighs in frustration when all of a sudden, a thought soon occurred in his mind.

He remembered last night with the broken pieces of the empty wine bottle in the cellar that floated because of the strange occurrence that Clyde himself somehow managed to make happen. 

Curiosity came to the boy's mind as he decided to give this mysterious power within him a shot. He lays his body on the floor and with his hand out, he images that palm of his hand was a magnet and the pencil was a piece of metal, though struggled at first but eventually with enough thought and concentrating, the pencil begins to shake and like as he imagined it, it zipped straight at Clyde who caught it in time.

The boy got up in astonishment that his idea worked. What kind of formula slithered into Clyde's wound that not only made him do impossible things but can make his wounds heal within seconds flat?

His thoughts ceased when he heard heavy footsteps coming his way, Clyde zipped his school bag, placed it on the bed and stood there as his stepfather loudly banged on the door and unlocked the door. Kenny swung it open, seeing his son up before growling out: 

"Breakfast...Now!"

The teenager wasted no time as he quickly and quietly passed by Kenny, hastily cooking the usual breakfast for the old man. As the teenager went out of the house with Kenny, however, instead of going into the police car for Kenny to drop him off, the old man locked the car in front of him and growled:

"No; for putting me off work yesterday, you can walk to school instead"

"Yes sir," Clyde timidly answered.

Kenny soon backs the car up and drives off, leaving Clyde behind to walk for an hour and a half to school by foot, knowing he'll miss the first period by the time he arrives there.

The boy began walking to school, letting the peaceful morning relax him whilst trying not to worry about being late for school today, but it wasn't until a few minutes later he noticed that he was at the front gates of the Clayton Memorial Cemetery.