I am now a 2nd year middle school student.
Recently, I've been dreaming of only one thing, and it's none other than me stealing all kinds of things.
Literally steal, dreaming about stealing not once, not twice, not even three to five times, but 9 times for almost two weeks now.
and yet I don't feel any surge of power within me.
truth be told, I'm really nervous, I've been dreaming of stealing for 2 weeks now, and I really don't have the slightest idea of what my dreams could mean or what power I might get.
it's normal to overthink about something like this right? oh and I just remembered that my potential will be analyzed soon.
Fathers potential was classified as Silver Elite, while mother was Silver III
while my parents had their potential limited to silver, both of my sisters had the potential to reach gold.
I wonder how my future would turn out, I want to become strong, just enough to be rewarded with freedom and to live a peaceful life.
"hey dark, are you even listening!?" right next to me was was my classmate Jake, he's my childhood friend.
"yes yes I'm listening." I replied.
"oh yeah? then what did I say?" he said.
"something about how elves are hot?"
He punched my shoulder, his punch was enough to make my shoulder crack.
"the fuck was that for!?" I glared at him.
In return, he also glared back and said "are you kidding me? since when have I been interested in stupid things like that!?" he shouted.
"I was talking about my awakened ability!" he brought his right hand towards my face.
"look." opening the palm of his hands, a cold air went by the side of my cheeks.
it was shocking to say the least, so I couldn't help but shout his gift "WOW! THAT'S SO COOL! YOU'RE LITERALLY A LIVING AC NOW!"
we were outside at the time so every single person stared at us with some of them giggling.
Jake who looked like he's about to cry, had a flustered look visible on his face.
He punched my stomach as hard as he could and made a dash for it.
While I ended up on the floor vomiting.
'fuck, atleast I made him cry.'
*
as I was minding my own business and heading back to the classroom, I saw Jake with his battered uniform, he had a bruise on his right arm.
He looked like he had taken a beating from the cliche school bullies, even back in my former world, bullying by beating a student up wasn't that common anymore.
I blocked his way and questioned him with a look of concern but also jokingly. "hey shit face, what happened?" I asked.
"none of your business." he answered monotonously, he tried to walk pass me.
Obviously, I pulled his uniform, not letting him pass.
asking him once again what happened, but this time in a demanding tone "tell me what happened."
He looked away from me.
"what can you even do about it? the reason they did this to me is because they learned I awakened my ability." tears visible in his eyes, he continued "rumors spread about me being a living AC spread across the school, so they made fun of me and when I lashed out and tried to fight them, they all ganged up on me." he answered with his veins bulging out of his forehead, the previous emotion he felt before was replaced with rage.
'this guy is definitely bipolar.'
letting or his uniform, I patted his back and said "sorry, it was my fault....."
the silence continued and we went back to the classroom.
*
when the class ended, I quickly packed my stuff and left school without informing Jake.
'hmm how should I deal with those insects?'
nah whatever, I'll just confront them directly.