Chapter 6
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The incessant ringing of the bloody alarm clock woke me up from my sleep! I swear, if it wasn't just a gift from my mother 5 years ago, I could've thrown it at the wall so it would be silent forever. I lazily got up and turned it off. Smudging my eyes, I pulled myself out of the sheets and headed out into the kitchen. A white paper was plastered into the fridge attached by a pineapple fridge magnet. A note written in black ink said: CLEAN YOUR ROOM OR I WILL TAKE YOUR CAR KEYS!
I smiled. Mom really has her own way of dealing with me. The way she raised me never felt like I was anyone else's kid. She never got married. She said she was contented by having me. I wasn't her own blood but I never felt like I wasn't hers at all. She poured all the love she could ever give to me. And that is something I'm very grateful for.
So I cleaned the house, swept the lawn, washed my clothes and cleaned my room. I arranged my things, removed cobwebs from the garage and washed my car. After three hours, I was down on my bed, scrolling on my phone. A lot of people had posted about the incident on the city center, including Olivia who had a dramatic and exagerated version of the whole story.
I turned my phone off. There wasn't anything interesting on the internet. Just more bad news. I grabbed a white shirt and went out of the house. Exactly as I got out of the gate, my friends Luke and Lawrence passed around carrying a basketball.
"Pete! We're going out to play. Wanna come?" Luke asked.
A grin formed in my lips. "Of course!"
I hurriedly ran to catch up on them and Lawrence gave me tap on the back. "Hey, I heard you were around at the crash. How was it?" he asked.
"It's terrible," I said and told him everything that happened. We walked towards the open basketball court two blocks away. Luke was dribbling the ball along the sidewalk as Lawrence and I talked about the crash.
"Too bad I wasn't around when it happened," Lawrence said and grinned.
"i***t! It isn't something to hope for." I gently elbowed him.
We reached the basketball court where a few teenagers are already playing. Across the benches east of the basketball court is the volleyball court where a few girls are playing. I noticed a girl I haven't seen before. Tall, dark haired and pale-skinned. She was wearing a deep red sports bra and black leggings with a black bandana tied around her forehead. She knelt to recieve the ball where it bounced back towards the other team.
I nudged Lawrence who was seated on the bench next to me and is tying his shoes.
"What?"
"Do you see that girl?" I asked him.
Lawrence turned towards the volleyball court and smiled. "I see a lot of girls."
"That one wearing a black bandana. She doesn't look familiar. I haven't seen her here before."
"Oh, that's Jessy. They're new here. Probably a week or something. They just moved in in old Hapton's house." Lawrence turned his attention back to his shoes.
I remember old Hapton. He was a retired Sheriff from California and just moved to Cavaldon three years ago. When his wife died, the old man decided to go back to Mexico and got his house sold out. The place was a few blocks from our house.
I stared at Jessy as the ball went to her direction. She jumped from the ground and gave the ball a hard spike which plummeted into the opponent's area and sent the reciever stumbling on the cement.
"Whoa, now that's strong!" Lawrence said, staring into the girl's game. The brunette girl wasn't able to get up immediately from her fall so her teammates gathered around and helped her get up.
That was a strong spike to be certain. And maybe not everyone had seen it but I did. When Jessy jumped from the ground, her arm glowed in faint blue. When she hit the ball, it glowed as if hit by an electromagnetic wave. It carried so much force that the reciever fell hard on the ground.
The girls regained their game after the brunette girl got subbed. Jessy turned to our direction and she saw me. Our eyes met but she did not seem to care and just turned her attention back into the game. Her hands weren't glowing like what I had seen earlier.
"Hey, Peter!" I heard Luke's voice. I felt something heading towards me so I turned around in a millisecond and caught the ball they've thrown at me. Both Luke's and Lawrence's mouth dropped. I was also too stunned I dropped the ball on the ground.
"Wow!" Luke said in disbelief. "You caught it? I mean really? Lawrence you saw that, didn't you? He wasn't even looking!"
Lawrence wasn't able to talk. He was just staring at me like I was Lebron James who had a three-point shot at the NBA finals. "That was. . . That was so cool!"
Luke picked up the ball from the ground and approached me. "Do you have what they called the fifth sense?" he said, stifling a laugh.
"It's just coincidence," I said, too surprised by my own movement. "Come on. Let's play."
We played around the court along with the other guys our age. I wasn't very good at basketball but I was somehow able to score points for my team. Still, no matter how hard we try, we lost. It wasn't bad though and we had fun. It was also a good exercise and somehow entertaining so I didn't feel bad for losing.
"I'll be back in a minute," I told my friends who are still up for a new game. I left them and headed into the restroom. I was feeling kind of dizzy again. Maybe it was because of the game, maybe not. Lately, I was feeling nauseatic a lot of times and sometimes it's too painful I would want to break my head off.
I went to the sink and washed my face. Rinsing the dirt and sweat off, I stared at the mirror and I almost screamed when I saw myself. I backed away in shock. My eyes. . . my eyes had changed color. My normal eye color was grey but now they're not.
I stepped into the mirror and stared closer. Oh no. . . I wasn't imagining. My eyes had turned blue.
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