A sigh of relief escaped Blake's mouth as he picked up his marked math test. 86 %, it was good enough for him and his father. As the teacher continued to pass out the rest of the tests Blake's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He took a quick glance at the teacher to see if she was turned away then fished the phone out of his pocket.
Kurtis: What'd you get?
Blake turned his head and looked to the back corner of the room where his best friend sat. Sure enough Kurtis' small black cell phone was flicked open. He grinned and typed back.
Blake: 86%, you?
Kurtis: Damn!! All I got was a freaking 63%!
Blake chuckled under his breath and slapped his cell phone shut; he stuffed it back into his jean pocket and leaned back into the wooden chair. His cerulean eyes glanced at the ticking clock; each minute went by slower and slower. He just wanted to go home and relax, maybe call Danielle and talk to her for a bit, ask her why she wasn't at school. Danielle, Blake's sporty, energetic, amber haired girlfriend. It was their third year together, he still remembered the day he asked her to be his girlfriend as clear as if it had happened almost a minute ago. But when ever he saw her or herd her voice it just made him feel queasy and unsure. Three years and he still hadn't revealed his secret to her. Heck, he'd been best friends with Kurtis since kindergarten and they were tight. But Kurtis hadn't been told yet either.
The alarming loud school bell rang interrupting Blake's thoughts, making him jump. In seconds Kurtis had packed his school bag and bolted to Blake's desk before he had even finished getting up.
"Man, you seriously need to help me in math." Kurtis exclaimed quickly.
"I don't need to do anything Kurt, you need to listen in class. Might help." He laughed while picking up his bag.
Kurtis shoved him a little. "Jerk!"
They laughed, walked into the busy halls and arrived at their shared locker.
"We need to get our own lockers Wolfe boy."
Wolfe boy was one of the many nicknames Kurtis and Danielle had for Blake, this one was based on his last name, Wolfe.
"You think? You have all your junk in my half of the locker, where am I supposed to put my books?" Blake complained, Kurtis grinned.
"Junk? I thought books were junk!"
Blake snorted and shut the locker door. "Do you have any idea when Danielle is?" he asked.
"Wolfe, stop worrying. You’re worse then a damn mother after she looses her kid in a mall!" Kurtis laughed.
Blake shook his head with a small smiled. He had to admit, he did worry a lot about Danielle. He always guessed it was because he was afraid of loosing her. They made their way down the hall to the front doors and out to the cloudy gray day. Blake spotted his dad's black and white police car in the school parking lot, that of coarse came with his dad in the drivers seat with a news paper pulled out and his glasses on.
"Dude, is that your dad?" Kurtis asked, he sounded a bit depressed all of a sudden.
"Yeah, he said he was picking me up today. I almost forgot. See you later!" Blake waved to his best friend who instantly waved back slightly and they parted.
Usually they would walk home together since they didn't live that far from each other in the small village of Larvand.
Blake climbed into the passenger seat of his dad's car and threw his bag in the back seat as his dad folded the newspaper back up.
"How was school Blake?"
This startled Blake a little, not only did him and his father never really talk because of his dad's work as a police officer being so busy, but this question was never asked when they did have time to talk.
"Alright I guess, I did well on my Math test." Blake replied quietly.
"Son, I thought we needed a bit of time together so I took tonight off. We can hang out like father and son. Where do you want to eat?" His dad explained in a rush.
Blake ran his father's words over and over in his head. They puzzled him, were they actually going to get to spend father son time without his father getting called into a big case?
"A burger and fries sounds good." Blake said looking out the window as his dad started driving out of the parking lot, rain began to sprinkle down as if a faucet had been turned on.
They arrived at 'Maggie’s Diner' a half an hour later, not a word had been spoken in the car but after the food was ordered, the talking began.
"How's work dad?" Blake asked studying his father's rough appearance.
"Good, like usual. Just finished a huge case on a murder who killed twenty-six women." His father replied proudly.
This somehow brought back memories for Blake, all about his mother. He'd been told she left them when he was four, but how could he be so sure? What if she was murdered too? Or killed herself? Silence fell over the Wolfe's table for a moment until the waiter arrived with the burgers and fries they had ordered. The aroma filled the air quickly.
"Thank you." They said in union then started to laugh as she left. Once the laughing stopped Blake drew in a deep breath, it had been ages since he ate a hamburger. His dad took a sip of coke and looked at his son with smiling eyes. "Are you just going to sit there and smell it or you going to eat it?" he chuckled.
Blake grinned and lifted the burger to his mouth, the smell was intense. He took a massive bite and wolfed it down followed by a large drink of his coke. His father shook his head and took a small polite bite of his chicken burger.
“Any thing you want to talk about son?” He asked after patting his mouth with a napkin.
Blake finished eating a steaming hot fry then replied, “I think there’s something I-“ he stopped.
Was he about to reveal his secret now? To his father? The memory stung his eyes and burned his throat.
The heat surged through his body, intense and lifting, Sweat beads rolled over his lips and dripped off his chin. The bright ball flared out of the palm of his hand, his heart pounded, fear boiled up inside of him. Was all of this suppose to happen? All he’d done was touch the wrong thing on the light bulb… That explained it, some how his body had absorbed the light bulb’s power, light, and energy.
He was special.
Blake knew it,
He was different.
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