Something I Wrote #1

Hey this is a short story that has been a long time in the making. There is some grammatical errors and such that I tried to fix before but probably missed. Just the first part so maybe I'll post more of it once a month or something! It doesn't yet have a name so maybe you guys can help me when more is released! Also side note! Blogger messed up all the indentations and such so I'm super sorry if it's a little confusing.~~~~~ Hi. My name is David Edwards. I am 14 years old. My birthday is February 3rd, 1961. I live in Bridgeport, California. This is my story. Living in a small town means that anything I do, the whole town will found out within a week, and anything anyone else in the town does, I will hear about it eventually. I mean I guess that's a good thing and a curse, especially if you are like me. When I first moved to Bridgeport, it was hard. Small school. Small house. Small town. With a town of only 500, you kind of get excited during tourist season. We have a really good fishing stream about 10 miles north that feeds into a trout lake, so we get quite a few tourists coming in during summer. Also a blessing and curse. I also should say that I moved here so that I couldn't be, well, discovered. I hate that word because I can't see myself as a monster or crazy person. I'm just average David, but with a bit of...flare? I don't know how to describe it. To put it short, I have special powers that I was born with and my parents moved around my entire life so that I wouldn't be "discovered." And that's when we discovered Bridgeport. ~ First day of school. Terrifying. The smell of eggs and bacon didn't help because that meant my parents were just as scared for me. They stress cook. And that's why I am so picky with what I eat. They cook so much that it's all I like now. "Remember David, stay calm. Don't get scared, be brave. And don't use your, well, gifts," my dad says as he does every new school. Actually, more like every week. Oh wait, try every morning. "Have fun baby. Go be your best," is what my mom always says as well. She is scared of me, but she loves me. She wants the best for me. That's why I love her. And that's why I fear everyday for her safety from me. We moved here during the winter break for the school, so I have missed most of the classes and am coming into the school year blind, unprepared, alone, and worst of all, powerful. I walk in through the front doors. No one looks twice. Just a hallway full of students trying to make their way. How can a person with so much power, feel so powerless. The bell rings. I'm already late to my first class. I find my way through the empty hallways, trying to find room 39. You wouldn't think it would be hard in such a small school. "Hey you. Kid. Get to class right away!" I hear behind me. I wouldn't think it's aimed towards me so I just keep walking. Then I hear the footsteps get closer and closer as I try to get away from them. A grab on my shoulder almost makes me blow up the whole school, but I kept it under control with everything I have. "Why are you not in your class young man?" A middle aged, bald, white man questions me. "I'm sorry sir. I'm new to the school and I don't know where room 39 is." "Oh you're the new kid, from Ohio because of some trouble that happened. Well room 39 is Ms. Bline's class. It's right around the hall. I would suggest getting there before I write you up." Jeez. My first minutes in a new school and I'm already in trouble, and not even from accidentally using my powers. I make my way around the corner and find the teachers room. Here we go. New adventures. I take a deep breath and open the door. "Now why do you think that Salinger-oh hello. You must be David." The lady in the front of the classroom says as I walk in. "Yea, I am David. Are you Ms. Bline?" I ask. She seems nice. Her class has a welcoming tone. Personal touches everywhere, along with the English posters and memos. She is a nice looking person and she gives the vibes of a good teacher. I hope I don't mess this up. "Okay class start reading chapter 10 while I get David set up." Ms. Bline adds me to her role sheet and gives me a seat. The only one open in the small classroom. I sit down where she put me. I don't have the book or anything to do so I just sit there. "How did you wind up in this shit hole?" The boy next to me asked. "What?" I asked completely caught off guard. "Sorry. Kind of a rude thing to say first. Hi, my name is Kevin." "David. And I have always moved around and this was the next stop, I guess." "You guess? Well what a crap place to move. I mean, not to be disheartening, but this isn't a place people move to. It's a place people get stuck in. Like me." "And me," the girl in front me adds in. "Shut up, Millie. At least you've been to Nevada." Kevin says. "I can dream, Kevin." The two go back and fourth a little with insults they probably have given to each other as a joke. They ask to see my schedule and Kevin says that I have most of my classes with him, everything but photography, and I have this class and photography with Millie. The day goes on and I am introduced as the weird new kid time every period to practically the same people because of how small the school is. The day is finally over and I am exhausted from meeting and greeting the entire school. I just want to go home and take a well deserved nap and maybe go to the woods to blow some stones up. "Hey David!" I hear behind me. I turn around and it's Millie and Kevin walking towards me. "Oh hey Kevin. Millie. What's up?" I casually ask to be polite. "Just headed for the ice cream shop. You can come if you don't have anything else to do, it's just our usual hang out spot." "Oh I would love to, but I don't have any money on me or anything." "Don't worry about it. I know the owners," Millie says. I agree and went with them to the small ice cream shop in the heart of the little town. What she didn't tell me was that the owners were her parents and she works there. She gave me a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough and Kevin a mint 'n' chip. We sat at one of the tables outside, looking around at the town. "Rough first day?" Millie asked. I thought about it. "I've had worse," I smile. "So you never answered my question. How did you end up in Bridgeport?" Kevin asked me. "Well, I've always moved town to town, never in one place for too long for-umm-personal problems. It resulted in me never having a true home, but I feel good about Bridgeport." "Personal problems? You mean you left an entire town just because you got bullied?" "Not exactly..." Millie cut him off there, she sensed Kevin was crossing a line that was not yet to be crossed. ~