I hated this place.  After last year.  I honestly didn’t want to come back.  Seems just like the same things.  The classism – the different varieties: the jocks, the pretty people, the intellectuals, the geeks, the would-be rulers, then there were the goths that seemed to not fit in and even the left overs had their own place.  Me I didn’t seem to fit anywhere.  I left being picked on by Damien Harris, football star led the state in passing and I was his favorite picking toy.<br/><br/>He was white, 6’2” 210, blonde hair, green eyes.  He was thin but fairly muscular.  He was everyone dream date apparently and he made it a point to pick on me when the chance hit him.  I made it a point to stay out his limelight when I could.  Last year, I learned so many nooks and crannies to this school.  I was able to get to the far side of the school without being seen and sometimes without leaving the building as the two buildings of our high school were joined.  Was I afraid of him, nope.  In all honesty, it was easier to just avoid the fight.  My dad trained me in martial arts from a young age, but he said to be careful when you use it, you could go to jail if you really hurt someone.  My mom told me to just lay him out, he would stop picking on me.  I thought I could but then if I hit him, I would have to deal with not only him but the rest of his terror squad he called his football team.  I thought about joining, I was fast.  I knew I was fast, fast enough to get away from him.<br/><br/>Honestly, you would think I would be happier to go back after this summer.  I went and stayed with my mom as she visited Egypt.  It was some Cairo dig.  I knew no language, but it was fun to try and get around.  I ran into this very attractive young woman and her very strange mom.   In truth her mom really scared me, she gave me a wristband made of some kind of tainted gold or bronze.  Mostly she wanted me to stay away from her daughter, I complied for the most part, but overall I still thought about seeing her daughter.  But as I examined it she said it was supposed to grant the wears their fondest dreams.  It was nice and the design was very eclectic.  I wore it for a couple of days before I examined it fully.  I took it off and on my arm was written the phrase: Jy moet die vegter van lig en duisternis wees (You are to be the warrior of light and darkness.).    I did my best to say the phrase, I did it a couple of times.  Apparently one of them worked as I became sick.  Very sick.  I was rather sick actually.  Luckily it was time to go home, so it was mostly the plane ride back home.   Back home, it seemed to be more of a 2-day sickness or at least the plane ride.  Once I was back home, I felt much better.   I notice some changes around me, the world became lighter, I was more focused.  I ran and before I knew it I ran much faster.  I stopped to catch myself and fell, but when I looked up I was a few miles from home.   Almost 100 easy, I wanted to freak out.  But I was too focused on the lightning rolling across my fingers.   And just as I was wanting to jump up and down.  I fell through a dark hole out of nowhere.  I wanted to scream, but when the hole closed there was no one to hear me scream, but as I landed in what looked like a desert.  I was facing and older dark-skinned man, that seemed to painfully with his cane teach me everything I needed to know about my new role.<br/><br/>That was what my summer was like.  I was not the 118# weakling, I was actually 200# but I was fat and even then I really wasn’t weak.  I had honestly workout with the old man to get a decent body like now but before I wasn’t sure when to fight.  I was light-skinned, got a decent haircut, dark brown eyes, thought about getting green contacts; but those would have made me stand out too much.  I still had my glasses, but really didn’t need them now ok I was a bit more muscular now than before.  I still wore more baggy clothes to hide my new physique, also not a change.  The only good thing right now was I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain weight.  Strange the most awesome, thing to happen to me as I was taught to use lightning and darkness as if I were rolling a pencil between my fingers and the biggest thing that I focus on was eating two big macs with fries and a milkshake and not gain an ounce.  It was all about perspective I guess.  Now didn’t feel quite so geeky even though for all practical purposes I was.