Conviction

Part 1: The Beginning

Jason was walking to school in the rain. Again. He wasn't really fond of taking a bus because he had a certain discomfort towards people. Jason, or as nicknamed "Jay", standing at 6'1, tan, strong and muscular for a person who only stayed inside. His eyes are a brownish-red color. You would think everyone would like this guy, but it was the opposite; they were scared of him. He is rumored to have a horrifying backstory. His parents mysteriously left Jay when he was 7. Some say they were slaughtered. Most say that his mother flew into the heavens, and that the father walked into the earth. But not only that, on his left arm, a tattoo of the word "Conviction" in Japanese was present. The rumors say that all his life he was tormented by his parents, who were said to have been in contact with the devil himself....

As Jay walked to school, he had an ominous feeling about today. "Something isn't right... It feels as if there's a disturbance of some sort. What am I sensing..?" He just shook off the feeling and made his way to school. Jay spent the rest of his day as any usual day. He got bullied and pushed around. Jay never had friends, and he enjoyed it like that.

Jay walked to class that morning and was going to take his regular seat as any usual day. As he took his seat, the usual assholes of the school came and threw paper and spit on him. "Hey emo kid!  You gonna go on about your darkness some more huh? Stupid bitch," they said as they pushed him out the desk and laughed...

Ugh. That hurt. Usually this wouldn't make me feel bad but now. I feel. Enraged. I'm done being pushed around by them. I can't take it anymore. They're done for. Get up. Get up. It only takes one step. Get up. And persecute them. The tattoo on my arm started burning. But it felt good. I immediately stood up to face them.

"Aye. You there," Jay said. His voice had turned different. The usual awkward voice turned into a cool, collected voice. "Yeah. What do you want dumbass?" the leader of the pack said. "Im tired of you. I'm tired of your little gang. I'm tired of the Shit you've been giving me. Stop it. Now. Or else." "Or else what? What are you gonna do?" he said as he charged to push him down again, this time with one hand....

Ha. That was the only word Jay could make out. He had a huge, evil smirk. The move was all in an instant. The moment he got close enough. Jay grabbed his hand and twisted it behind him. "That was the wrong move. Now you're going to pay for it." As Jay broke the boy's arm, the teached walked in the classroom. "WHATS GOING ON IN HERE!" the teacher screamed. Jay let go of the boy and stared the at the teacher with his brownish-red eyes.

"Yes. Mhm. I understand." Wow that principal left me off the hook. I'm lucky that I didn't get in trouble. But I wonder what Grandpa and Grandma are doing. They usually answer the phone... Eh. Maybe they just went to the store or something. RRRRRR-IIIINGGGGGGG!!! The last bell finally rang. I can't wait to get home..

As Jay walked home from school, the ominous  feeling came over him again. "Somethings not right!" No. No. Is it.... THE HOUSE." Jay shuddered at the sudden awakening that something was going on at his grandparents house. Jay ran as fast as he could. His breathing had become heavy. He ran to the front of the house to find the door had been broken down.....

There will be more parts to this books. this also is a shortened version of the real book I will be making. so please. enjoy. thanks. -Dustin Rojas