by Daniel Carr
Colin Craft is an average kid in the ninth grade. He lives a normal life, goes to a normal school, and has normal friends. With his normal life, he has a somewhat normal love; a hidden love. Jessica Waters... Perfect was the only way to describe her. Colin is her math tutor, and that one hour each day of his life is the best. However one day, his one hour gets better when he is dared to kiss her. At the touch of their lips, something happens. Looking into her eyes, Colin realizes a unique design... His design!
A normal life; a perfect life; with a small catch. ‘‘The Newspaper Myth’’ is what they called him. Those who say they have seen him are shunned. None believe in his ‘‘magic’’. Even those who do, say that they don’’t believe in him. His work is said to be that of the devil. They say he can teleport; he can read minds, create ice, manipulate flame, and even move things with his mind. They say he has an immune system that can repel even the strongest poisons. He has super human strength and endurance…… While this myth is strongly believed untrue by the majority, one man knows. A crooked cop named Allen Crestmere finds out who this newspaper myth is. Using the science lab he owns, he learns who this myth really is. Allen is the Myth’’s first real enemy, fighting him not as human, but with the same power.
With his kiss, his power was transferred to her, and now he has a choice. As he fights his enemy, he realizes he can’’t do it alone. The only help is Jessica, and the only way she can help is if she learns the power. Faced with the reality that only one could be done, Colin must decide to love Jessica, or work with her. She fights with him, or she loves him, but not both. Colin’’s fight is made that much more difficult as he is faced with love, loss, and opposition stronger than he. Only friendship, loyalty, and Jessica can hold him together... But only if it is what his destiny has plotted for him.
ISBN 978-1-59431-843-6 Adventure / Paranormal / Young Adult / Science Fiction
She folded her finished homework in her hands as she turned away from me. I watched her walking away flawlessly; her blond-streaked, wavy hair blew in the light wind, much more graceful than my own.
I stood before Arlington High School, looking at the doors as if they were the gates to hell. I wanted a siren to go off in the distance; I wanted to hear a cry for help. Anything that would draw me away from here…Anything that would draw me away from the intoxicating spell that was Jessica Waters.
She opened the door that would lead to the lobby of our school. Then her perfect figure turned toward me; her blue eyes met with mine.
She was opening the door for me?
No, I had her book bag over my shoulder. I remembered offering to hold it for her. She said something, but the trance I was in kept me looking at her, without an answer. Finally, the sound of a choir of angels broke through to me.
"I need you to meet me here in the lobby after school. If you want to help me with my math today," she said.
Experience from past encounters with her in unexpected places taught me to be calm around her. I didn't know it, but I was actually as detectable as a jumbo jet under radar. A blind and deaf man could tell I loved her; but for all I knew, I was calm and she didn't suspect a thing. Sometimes, however, when I heard her voice from behind me when I didn't expect it to be there, it left me stuttering.
It was hardly different from any other time we talked. I thought that every time she talked to me she was teasing. She was so beautiful, and I would never have her. The most beautiful thing on earth, right in front of me, but not for me. I wouldn't mind being teased though; as long as I could look at her, I was happy.
"Sure," I said. "I can help you with your-" was all I got out when she turned away, smiling.
I sighed in relief, but before the breath could leave me entirely, she turned back one last time. My first thought was that she would ask me to walk with her or something of that sort. She laughed though, and held her hand out.
"I need my book bag," she said. I remembered I had it on my shoulder.
"Oh…Sorry," I said, holding it out toward her. Just as she grabbed it, her arm brushed mine, and chills shot through me. There was a silence and she placed her hand on my arm.
"You're cold," she said, keeping her arm rested there.
My mouth was dry; I had nothing to say. What seemed to be forever was actually the longest thirty seconds of my life. My mouth once again acted before my mind, as it had often done when I was caught off guard. It was the only substitution I knew for stuttering, as autopilot took over.
"I can fix that," I said.
I could sense confusion in her eyes, but I ignored it and closed my eyes.
Did I know what I was doing? Did I have to?
No, and I didn't think about it more than once.
I relaxed my muscles and remained still with my eyes closed. Then out of nowhere, a wave of heat shot through me, starting in my chest, and reaching out to my fingertips and toes. My skin immediately went from chilled, to warm. Jessica looked at me with a smile.
"That was amazing," she said, laughing. I remained as I was though, searching within me for another surge of heat.
"You feelin' a little chilly?" I asked.
I kept my eyes closed, but I felt her nod her head. I focused even harder-
Another wave of heat shot through me. However, this time it was too strong and Jessica lifted her hand away. There was a silence and I opened my eyes to find her looking at me with astonished eyes.
"You burned me," she said, looking at her hand. I didn't know what to say. It was then that I realized what I was doing.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry," I said, looking at her hand. I couldn't believe I was touching her hand…I couldn't believe I was touching her!
Do you realize what you've done?
"No. It just got my attention. How did you do that?" asked Jessica.
Yeah…Now you realize it!
As if mercy came from God Himself, the torturing sound of the school bell resonated through the air; this time as my savior…
"Walk to class with me?" asked Jessica.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "I have to stop by my locker."
"Better hurry…See you in first period," Jess said. She grabbed her book bag and turned away, walking into the school and leaving me alone.
What had I just done? Did she know who I was now?
I just looked at the ground, wondering what she was thinking. What she thought about me.
I could figure it out if I wanted; I chose not to.
I wanted to be myself around her, and that was most like myself I'd ever been. But the fact was that I couldn't be myself around anyone. If I did then people would think of me as a freak.
No one had really known if I was real; this was good.
Of course it wasn't me they didn't see; it was my other me. The one no one could know.
I've been told that when you have a gift, use it wisely; it could be taken away just as easily as it was given. I have an extraordinary gift.
One beyond out of ordinary; beyond comics and movies.
A siren sounds in the distance…