Continuation

For the first time I will show the world the silly inner workings of a project in its youth. One day I shall finish it and it shall be an interesting read;

Man lives in virtue of himself, because the soul is a part of the man and life is contained in it.

What is the soul? No one has the answer to that question or maybe we all have it somewhere inside ourselves. The soul completes all of us. It makes us who we are meant to be and best of all it is our will and life. So what happens when we lose our souls? Trust me you would definitely not want to find this out. But it does all of humanity some good to know that there is a balance in our souls. Like the Chinese Yin and Yang, darkness in light and vice versa, that crap. It takes one small shove to force one’s soul into either the path of darkness or that of saints.

Before I forget, my name is Sam. Short for Samuel, Samuel Alexander and my life is a tragic tale of chaos, too tragic if you ask me. Why some of you might ask. Well the answer is quite simple. Age five, I saw grandma die, not your usual old person death in bed shit, but real live some kinda of other being or spirit hovering over her taking her life. Age fifteen, amazingly that is two years back; my family was taken by two more of these irritating spirits. And now I am stuck with my uncle, Derek Alexander. An obnoxious self centered filthy rich ass. No pun intended.

I am not some ungrateful teen that most people see in the Kristen Stewart or Robbie Pat movies. I am very grateful to the guy. He took me into his home, some three bed-roomed bachelor-pads of sorts. He bought me a cool black Ducati SP plus he leaves me the hell alone except for the times I get in trouble at school which is just great for me. I am in a shitload of trouble today.

“Are you listening to us, Mr. Alexander?” principal Hayward asked.

“Huh…”

“As you can see, Mr. Alexander,” was the old chap addressing me or my uncle? “He has a lack of concentration. In everything he does.”

“But his grades are good,” uncle Derek said. The principal was shocked by those words. I could see it in his face; rather I could see it like from inside him. Yeah, something I kinda missed saying before, I can kinda read people’s inner mind. You know someone’s thoughts; see what they are thinking like some plasma screen. It sucks big time and really gives me the creeps. It is like seeing every Tom, Dick, Harry, Mary, Jane and Alice’s inner most secrets.....