Trail of Memories

Trail of Memories: Chapter 1

It was a day like every other day for most other people. Students going to school, people going to work, everyone going about their daily lives. it even felt somewhat normal for me, even though im far from that. See, ever since i can remember i have always had this weird affinity for the elements, and i can even control metal. of course, this has always made me an outcast in just about every school i've transferred to. And in nearly every school, i have always lost control, in some form or fashion, which has caused people to grow scared of me. 

I remember this one kid at a previous school. named Joshua. I nearly burned that kid....the little prick can be such a mesquito. All i ever hear from him when he talks is this annoying buzzing sound.Somehow he knows how to push me,  and never stops unless he gets a rise out someone. That one day....that one day when i was in no mood to deal with him was when he decided to mess with me. It had been a year after my big brother died. I had been feeling quite depressed that day, because he usually meets me at my locker and we would just talk, or hang out. 

Jacob.....

That one day, he crossed the line with me. he just had to say that one sentence.

"if your still depressed about your brother dying, then go bury yourself in his grave"

I dont really remember what happened during the next ten seconds....i remember smelling something burning, i remember the screaming and sobbing...but i dont remember when i caught his wrist. I dont remember when i had started to burn his skin, leaving my handprint on him. I just remember the rage inside.

Sighing heavily, i opened my eyes, looking towards my bulky alarm clock/radio.

6:00am....i wonder what it would be like to sleep in for eight hours, or more. For as long as i can remember, my body has always needed just four hours of sleep. Everyone else, well of course they sleep far longer than me.

I hope today turns out alright, i thought closing my eyes for a second

I can only hope.Today is my birthday after all. The day i turn 13.

"Stephen, wake up! or you'll miss school!"

Opening them again, i called downstairs towards the voice coming from downstairs.

"Okay mom, coming!"

Dragging myself from bed, i pulled on a pair of skinny black jeans, with a light pink design circling the right leg, along with a solid black top with a striped pink and black jacket over it. People  tend to think im gay, hence my love for the color pink, but thats only half true. 

'I wonder what today might bring' i thought, trudging down the stairs. Lately i've been feeling a certain...unease about today. it's hard to explain why, but every time i get this feeling, something ...whether it be good or bad, always happens soon after.

'might as well go on with it then ' thinking to myself, i went to the bathroom for my daily morning rituals, taking a shower and what not. Looking in the mirror, i sighed. Fair skin, platinum blonde hair with pink streaks...some say that my hair is a different color everytime in the sunlight, kinda like a rainbow.  A cute, perky nose, small defined chin, blushing pink lips, and wide almond eyes of silver stared back at me.

No wonder guys sometimes hit on me.... i've always had feminine characteristics, whereas the only thing to give away my gender are my hands, feet, and the fact that im pretty toned, not like the guys on the football team, but enough to show i work out.

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After getting out of the shower, i got dressed, grabbed my favorite legend of Zelda backpack, and made my way to school. The building itself is a short distance from the house, almost two miles. Thing is, i prefer walking to driving, simply because with driving you can never take in everything around you. It doesn't allow a person to just admire everything that's around them. Like the countryside of Waxahachie, or the heat of the morning sun.