Three T's

03

August 15th 

I still feel strange about what just happened. I could tell what Gary was thinking, I can like, read peoples' thoughts or something. It's the only explanation I have right now. It fits with the stuff that's been going on lately. The only thing is.. How is that possible? All my life, I things like this only happened in movies and video games. It wasn't the real thing. And now that sort of is, it's almost scary to think about. My whole life, I don't know what to think. But at the same time... This is freakin' awesome! I'm like Professor X from those movies! I just hope I'll still be able to walk, though. I wonder what I could do with this? Of course, it all might be some kind of extremely life-like dream. Just to be sure, I pinch my arm. Nope. No sitting up on my futon. No extreme disappointment. Just a painful red mark on my arm. Awesome. I feel a little bit rain fall down. It's starting to sprinkle just a little bit. I hurry home.

Back at home sweet home, I head to my room and collapse onto my desk chair. I decide to text Gary, fix things, but when I try, It tells me that this number is no longer available. Then I realize something. It's been around 32 minutes, which is just enough time for a high school community to spread something. Whether it's disease, or rumors, it's gonna spread like wildfire. So I get superpowers, but at the cost of  every friend I have. Great. I guess it might of actually all started yesterday, so  the wildfire has consumed miles and miles of land. Amazing. Maybe I can read the minds of people that spread this and expose their deepest, darkest secrets. No, that would be just as bad. I feel angry at this. There's nothing I can do to fix what's happening. I've probably lost all of my friends already. "Crap!" I yell. I swing my arm over, just to clear some anger. Just then, I hear my dresser slide on the floor and fall over. I look over at it. What happened? This day just keeps getting weirder. 

"Hey, Jordan! I brought chinese food!" It's my mom. She gets back late every day. Ever since my dad... well she's been working two jobs to pay for us. I try to get a job, but I always end up getting fired after a few days. I can never tell why, though.

I practically leap off my bed and head downstairs to get dinner. This is probably the best part of my day, every day. I get to see my mom and eat a meal at the same time. "So how was your day?" She asks as we dish out our food. "Boring, but good. How about you?" She just smiles and continues. "You know, I think I might have found a good job for you, Jordan." I laugh. "Nice. It'll be fun for a few days. Then I'll get fired, though." She looks at me and smiles again. "It's that pharmacy down the street that Mr. Morrison owns. He wants you to work as a replacement cashier." I smile back at her. This is great. Mr. Morrison is one of the nicest guys around this town, and since that place is pretty much a convenience store as well, He'll probably let me take a candy bar or something during the day. He's generous like that. "Thanks, mom. I love you." I tell her. She's my favorite person in life... at least now she is. But then I remember something. My other friend Reese works at the pharmacy, so it'll be horribly awkward being there on the same days. Well, it's a job. Beggars can't be choosers.