<******** that.
Those were the only words that Oscar could find.
The past few days had been a whirlwind. Forget school, that wasn’t even a blip on the radar, not with everything else that he had going on. No, instead Oscar was more preoccupied by things that perhaps weren’t on a normal teenage boy’s radar.
There were talking cats. Had told Oscar that talking cats existed prior to his recent experiences, the high school student would have thrown back his head and laughed, probably would have quipped about the effects of too many cat YouTube videos. Things like that, things that were make-believe, didn’t exist. Except now they did.
He was minding his own business, walking through a park when he’d been interrupted by a talking cat. The talking cat gave him a magical pin. The magical pin transformed him into some kind of… superhero? He wasn’t quite sure what he was, but it wasn’t normal. Although it did come with powers, so that was kind of cool.
And there were others like him out there. He’d met one, a space, transforming soldier guy. Although his clothes looked different so perhaps they weren’t soldiers, didn’t soldiers have the same uniform? And this guy had different powers. It was kind of fun helping him… but it was also ridiculously crazy. That monster thing killed someone! What if it killed him???
Talking cat. Magic pen. Monsters. Others.
That was what Oscar had managed to find himself thinking about in a non-stop loop.
Was it even real? Perhaps it was all a bad dream. He’d hoped this would be true a couple of times, but so far he’d had no luck. He guessed tonight wasn’t going to be the magical night things went back to how they used to ******** this,” he said as he sat on the edge of his bed.
Oscar had been giving it some thought. Was he under any obligation to stay, to fight, help or whatever it seemed to be that he now had the capacity to do? No one had so far told him otherwise, not that he had spoken to any others like him since the other day in the mall. After the fight he’d gotten out of there right away.
All he could think about was getting out. Getting away from it. Whatever it was. This weird new world he was a part of. He’d finally gotten away from his parents, his life was his own. He wasn’t ready to give that up, not yet.
Oscar jumped off his bed. His mind made up. He would go, He’d catch the next bus out of Destiny City and leave it all behind. That seemed like the best decision.
He darted to his closet and tore it open. He grabbed his suitcase and started throwing his clothes and important belongs into it. A few minutes later the suitcase was bulging and Oscar was looking at his room, which now resembled a tornado.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, logged onto his laptop and bought a 1 way ticket out of there.
He wasn’t worried about leaving the school, he’d find other opportunities. He wasn’t worried about disappointing his parents, like they were even aware of what he was doing these days.
Oscar stood in the doorway and looked back at his bed, he’d forgotten the pen. Part of him wanted to leave it. That way he was sure he’d never revisit monsters and deaths again. But there was a tiny what-if. What if one day he really needed it?
With a scowl, he grabbed the pen and left, leaving Hillsworth, and Destiny City, behind.
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