A Psychic's Coffee

Chapter 1

Let me ask you a question. Do you think the world can hold grudges? I believe that it can and my life, is most definitely proof of this, at least that's what I have experienced. Since my birth, obstacle after obstacle has been thrown my way and it began with me being orphaned months after I was born and I lived off of the charity of others at an orphanage, so not the best of starts. You have to deal with the cards life hands out but I mean come on. The deck is loaded against me in this case. I don't even hold it against my real parents, but this just sucks.

"Just talk and people will enjoy your company" My caretaker's words echo in my head. Incredibly being naturally shy is amplified when you have almost no one to talk to, and I even have to work alone while all the other kids are working in groups.

Being an outcast has its positives because I was able to increase my mental and physical talents these don't help you though when you're trying to confess to your crush on Friday as most teenagers do, but they do help you in baseball and math class so an even trade-off.

The adoption did finally come through, as I was picked up by a woman named Elizabeth Bennett. Her smile warms my heart as well as the hearts of many others in the town of Golden. She does all of that and more which is certainly impressive for a thirty-seven-year-old. like myself she has European ancestors, however, I am from a polish line whereas she is from British and German ancestry.

She is an amazing person who has changed me for the better I hope. Because for as long as I can remember being with her, she has provided me with a least somewhat of a normal teenage experience. Funny as it is, I've had to bend down for too many photos of me and her, and it's as if I have to back away from the camera. You know how people are holding the Leaning Tower of Pisa, well that is almost what she has to do. Our personalities are also completely different because she gives to charity and the community and I'm the guy who laughs if your dog gets run over. It's only cause' you can only take so much punishment from the world.

It has Only been three years since she adopted me as her son and for the first time in my life, it feels like the world doesn't have a vendetta against me or at least has less of one. And I know it's been a while since the world threw its last curveball at myself almost to long. But it would make sense with my luck that that curveball would come in some of the worst years of a young man's life. This is the story of The world's personal mission to make my life miserable.

I woke up to the sound of buzzing and lights flashing. My alarm clock screamed at me to wake up but it fell on deaf ears. The only thing that truly woke me up was sheer will and determination or more likely my fear of being late to school the place of damnation for children and teens. I kicked awake, full of what I thought to be adrenaline as I ran around my room that sat two levels above the ground. I threw off my dirty clothes and began the process of slowly picking stuff to wear for the day that only an appearance-concerned teenager or seventeen-year-old could endure. I wrinkled my nose as I picked up a shirt that I had worked out in. Once I had found the proper attire I put them on with vigor.

"Oh, boy today's going to be just perfect," I said to myself with uncontrollable sarcasm.

My semi-tight and faded black jeans gave my legs some breathing room, but still, they conformed to the shape of my legs and this is why I love them so much. The athletic shirt I had put on complimented my athletic body, which has been a source of pride for myself for I had worked on it every day for most of my life not to brag. Some of my idiot classmates would post that on social media in order to compensate for their insecurities in other areas.

My multi-colored rainbow socks filled my life with joy because of their irony. I'm a person who is best represented by black but my socks are as colorful as they get with bright greens, blues, purples, and pinks. Only God can tell you how much I love these socks, and that's if he exists.