The Change by Henners (reading fiction txt) 📖

Prologue
Life’s been different recently, ever since the ‘change’ happened. It hasn’t hit me fully yet, everyone else has passed their first and second critical periods. The last of who to reach it was my ex best friend Duggy (Druggy to the rest of the school). That was three months ago.
A feeling of fear has settled within me, the idea that perhaps I won’t get my abilities. The first one is meant to come at the age of seven and the second is meant to appear at the age of 16. Neither of mine has come yet and now I’m verging on 17 and with every passing day it seems like my abilities are just getting further and further away. I’m the last developer in my year, possibly of all time. I’ve done everything within my power to help them on their way but apart from making me fitter it didn’t do anything else. I’ve been constantly bullied about it for as long as I can remember. I had to move school at the age of 8. The reason for that was that I was beaten up on the way home from school. The police couldn’t find any evidence- due to the fact the chief of police’s son was the main culprit.
Majority of my life has been a massive lie. As far as people know my name is Jordan Burton and I’m from Wales, my parents are living at my home at the moment and I’m as straight as a ruler. None of that is even true I haven’t even got a welsh accent. My real parents aren’t even around they’re ‘busy’ as I call it; but that’s only because I know they just don’t want to see me. The amount of times of nearly let something about the real me slip. The most difficult thing is to keep my real name secret, I’ve written it down on several school books but half way through I feel a nudge from next to me. The only person apart from family- for all intensive purposes- that knows my true name is my best friend Sam Jarrett. I’ve known him since I had arrived here almost ten years ago and was my first and only friend at the school. He knows everything about me and I know everything (as far as I’m aware) about him. He’s corrected me or nudged me many times during casual conversations with other people about where I’m from and my name. He always calls me by my real name as I prefer it much more than my make-shift name.
My real name is plagued with bad luck I would even go as far as to say that it’s haunted me through my life. It’s the first thing I think of in a morning and the last I think before I go to bed. It’s always there lingering in the back of my head.
My name is Jacob Graves and this is my life.

Publication Date: 01-26-2012

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