My Song

Chapter One

I didn't think anything was ever wrong with me. Until that one day when my teacher went to far. I had always been a little different, but it wasn't a big deal. I mean everyone's a little different right? If only I had actually known how different I was. I used to think I was a normal seventeen year old guy, yea... that wasn't right.

When I was little, I was kind of the perfect child, because the few times I ever did something wrong it felt like a little piece of something inside of me tore off, and floated away. I didn't know what was wrong with me, and when I was ten I tried to tell my mom that, and I was sent to a kid's therapist for a month.

My eyes had always changed color all my life. One day they would be a dull lifeless blue, and the next they would be silver, then gold but they usually stayed hazel whenever I was around people.

Luckily, it was the end of my junior year in high school. My biology teacher was in front of the class yelling at me for nothing in particular. He hated me, and the feeling was mutual, but I could feel the fury building in the pit of my stomach. I swished my dark hair out of my eyes so I could look him in the eye while he was yelling at me. I was never afraid of him, and that never changed.

Anyways, while he was yelling, I could only thing profanities in my head aimed at him. Finally, as he got finished with his speech he announced he was going to have to see me after class. That had been everyday of the week. Great, another speech how I'm never going to amount to anything the way I act. I thought with a glare back at Mr. Jenkins as the bell rang alerting the ending of school.

I stood from my desk in the back of the classroom, and strolled up to the desk where Mr. Jenkins had been sitting. I glare down at him. I'm a startling six foot three inches towering over most people, including most of my family.

He got the small look on his face whenever he was about to get on to me, like he was having to go through the worst torture ever, but it only lasted an instant then it was back to his usual sour milk look. I yawned, and waited for my actual torture to begin. He slowly rose from his chair, as if to prolong my anticipation, and continued to walk around the room.

"Do you know why I keep having to call you back after class Mr. Parker?" he said haughtily, his face flushing slightly.

"No I guess I don't, sir, even though you've told me everyday for the past two weeks." I said back, as dangerously as I dared. I didn't really have a lot of guts back then, I guess now you can say I do. A lot of people would say I do, I'm not sure, but back to the story.

He stood a little straighter, and said, "Well you shouldn't use sarcasm with a teacher that has a high place on the school board such as myself. Damon, you are never going to amount to anything in this world with you're cocky attitude, and slacker ways. Every teacher here is tired of it, and I could never stand you even when you first walked into this classroom. I'm not going to tolerate it much more Mr. Parker." his voice rose steadily until he was roaring into my face.

The fury that had started building in my stomach in class, was about to boil over when he screamed, "YOU'RE WORTHLESS, YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING, AND NOBODY WOULD CARE IF YOU JUST DISAPPEARED!"

Suddenly, my fury froze through my stomach, and spread through my body gathering in slits beginning at the end of my shoulder blades, and ending at my lower back. Just as suddenly the icy feeling started, it stopped, and everything burst apart.

I felt my shirt tear away from my body, and Mr. Jenkins flew and hit the black board in the front of the room, and a searing pain sliced the length of my back, and glass shattered. I ducked, and clawed at my back wanting the pain to stop, and as if I willed to stop it dulled until it was nonexistent.