Chapter Two: Experience
A/N: Jaden is the second of the four Balcoin children. I'll let you guys in on a little secret; the next two are in the same circle! Enjoy! By the way, reviews make me update faster.
I don't know my entire heritage. I know I'm Mexican and Irish from my mom's side, but what about my dad? Guess what? I've never met him. I don't even know what he looks like, I mean, he must look like me. Mom tells me that all the time. You're the exact image of your father, she'd always say. But how can I know if she has no pictures of him and won't tell me anything else about him besides that he was a busy man. She always says "was" as if he's not alive and that's what I think. I think my father's dead but I can't be sure. Every time I ask my mom if he's alive, she changes the subject. Every single time. I really hate that, I really do. But life hasn't been easy for my mom. She used to have a drinking problem. That was when I was little. She would drink on the sofa until she'd pass out. Grandma would have to take me for days until my mom became sober and even the soberness was short lived as my mom would continue drinking the very next night. Grandma says when my father left it left a huge whole in my mom's heart. According to my grandmother, my mom lived for the guy. She absolutely loved him with all her being. And then he just left her. He left me. He left us. I've spent my whole life wanting to meet my father so I could kick his ass. He deserved it for leaving us behind. He deserved it for making our lives a living hell.
I really appreciate Jack. Ever since Jack came into my mom's life, my mom's been sober, my mom's been active, but best of all, my mom's been happy; an emotion that she hasn't experienced in fifteen years. Jack's a hardworking man who loves my mom and I really like the guy. He's nice and according to him, he's never consumed an ounce of alcohol in his life. It's not that hard to believe. The guy's forty-nine and he's in great shape. He's got wicked muscles that I can only envy. I'm not so bad looking myself, I guess. I have shoulder-length brown hair and dark green eyes. My skin is a light tan color due to my Mexican heritage. I have the exact same skin tone as my grandmother. I'm fifteen, almost sixteen, and I like to skateboard. Skateboarding would be my other talent. My first talent is going to be hard to believe. I have magic. I am a witch or wizard or whatever you want to call it. You see, my mom and grandmother are witches too, but they don't know I know. They think I don't know about my powers. Boy, are they ever wrong. You see, my family isn't the only witch family in Portland. No, there are others. I belong to a circle with six other witches.
A full circle is six. My circle consists of Henry Love, an animal of a guy, who enjoys drinking, smoking, and partying until he passes out, Gaby Russo, a cheerleader who thinks she's too pretty for thinking, Cyanne Golfer, she's a peppy happy girl who's always smiling and being all happy. Next comes Ronald Snow. Ronald, I guess, is the most normal guy in the circle. He's very calm and serious. Finally, we have Victoria Tatum, the "mysterious" one. She claims she's a psychic and can see things the rest of us can't. I say it's a whole bunch of crap. None of us are really "friends." We bounded our circle in order to become stronger. At least, we all thought that we would get stronger. It turns out that once a circle is bounded, there is no more individual magic. We became stronger as a group, but weaker as individual witches. I was pretty pissed until I realized that I was the only one in our circle who could do magic on my own. I kept it a secret from the others, but not too long ago I discovered my power.
It was late Friday night, or I guess you can say early Saturday morning since it was about two A.M. I was riding home from Henry's house when I was jumped by these two big guys. They had come from out of nowhere and knocked me off my board. I landed on a pile of trash. The guys were much older than me, maybe in their twenties, and they looked high. One of them had on a tank top that revealed various gang tattoos. The other wore a black denim jacket that was a little too big for him. After they had knocked me off my board, they approached me, cracking their knuckles. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no punk. I stood up and brushed the dust off of my black T-shirt. I then looked at my attackers with a sly smile.
"You fellas looking for a fight?" I asked, raising my fists. The one in the tank top laughed.
"Give us all your money and you can go home, kid," said the one in the denim jacket. I had no money, but I wasn't going to tell them that. I chuckled.
"How about I keep all my money and you guys get to keep your arms. Sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it?" I had been in my fair share of fist fights before and I could hold my own against bigger guys pretty well. The only problem was there were two of them, and since I was alone, I couldn't do magic. I was screwed. The two guys wasted no time in pounding me. They wrestled me to the ground and began to punch me all over and I gotta say, it really hurt. I tried with all my might to wrestle my way up, but they were two strong. I could feel my blood boiling. I was getting pummeled. Suddenly, I got this urge throughout my body. I blood felt hot in my veins. I could feel a wave of power circulating through my entire body. I yelled, "NO!" and with that, the two guys went flying in opposite directions. I sat there for a while, just awestruck at what I had just done. Then, without giving it a second thought, I got up, hopped my skateboard and got the hell out of there. That was the day I discovered my unique ability that, as far as I knew, no one else in the circle possessed. Of course, I had only tried it once and it seemed to only happen when I was on the verge of dying, but it was individual power nonetheless. I told no one, not a single soul about what had happened that night. As soon as I got home, I rushed pass the living room and up the stairs to my room. I sat on my bed and replayed the incident in my head. That was when I realized two things; one was that I absolutely couldn't tell the rest of the circle about this and two was that this was no ordinary magic. No, what I had done was something dark; something evil and I had loved every bit of it.