Ever since I was a little kid, I still remember I was different from the other kinds in the playground. They all played with a ball and kicked it, while I sat there and just knew where it’s going to land and what is the best way to kick it. Although I did not have glasses or anything like that, but the other kids still called me “The big nerd”.

In contrast to them I didn’t think I am smart, I just thought I was lucky enough to understand the rules of the weird thing called the universe.

As time passed by, I was getting smarter and smarter, and by age of 10 I could easily understand every single language in the world.

It was very useful ability, especially at home, where my parents talked about their problems in other language so I wouldn’t understand what they are saying about me ( It was always bad stuff ).  Of course I didn’t think it was unusual, because I never talked to anybody, all the people who I met didn’t actually want me, accept for one person.

Anyhow, I wanted to share my feelings, and I wrote a diary. It was not a regular diary, because I didn’t trust my parents, so I invented a language myself, a complicated one, so even I have to study it for a long time, three years.

When finally I could sit back and just read it like a normal book, strange things started happening to me. I was sick of being alone all the time, so I decided to tell my parents ( A mistake, of course ).

That night was apparently the last one at the place I for so long called home. My father sent me to a rehabilitation boarding school in Russia. The people in the new school ( especially the kids ) weren’t nice at all. They called me by names when they thought I didn’t understand at all, but I was smart.

I came up with a plan to escape this horrible place, what I didn’t know, that it was much worse outside.

First, I didn’t have any money. Second, I had nowhere to run to, and no one to take me in. However, that was not the only problems.

But the only I did have, was the biggest problem. By the time I spent learning the secret laanguage, I got smarter and smarter, so I understood how to control the universe to my good. It wasn’t easy, but it was like  writing a long computer code. When I did write the “code” I could do stuff that are impossible for a normal human, and that’s how I asceped the boarding school.

And in that night, I left, just vanished, like no one before me could do because of the security. My skills at the time weren’t that big, but I managed to control what I had. But I am only human, after all, and like any other human, I make mistakes, and misscalculations, and this one almost cost me my life a few times.

I was 13 when I was out on the streets. Like everyone, I needed food, water and other annoying stuff like this. To get those things for my living, I needed mony, but who will take a skinny 13 year old boy to work? So I developed my next skill, wrote in the book, that I can change things into other things. Like snow, I took some, and it turned into a coin. Of course I was amazed, like any other, but then, somthing appeared in my book. That never happend before, and I knew it won’t be good.

In the book was written: “We don’t understand GOD, why would he give someone so much wise. If GOD wants you to control us, we will not stand in the way, however, there will be a price for using our powers. This book will be your life. Whoever writes in the book can be it’s owner for 7 days only, and then he or she will die. You, of course, are the owner, so you won’t die that easily. We will write your future in the book, but you will not be able to read it, only who knows our communication language will read it. And one more thing, you can only write new codes or contracts in it, or you will die. Universe.”

Okay, what the hell, I thought, because I wasn’t expecting that to happen. I looked for a break in the rules that Universe setup, but they were clever. And moreover, the boarding school hadn’t forgot about me, because according to them, I have mental illness and I an a danger for the public.

At this point of time, when I slept on a tree, because the ground was so cold, what I did not know but really wanted to, was to hear what the principal of the boarding school is thinking right now. Next to me, was a squirrel, and the second I wished for hearing the thoughts of the principal, the squirrel started talking in his voice: “Yes, I am well aware what’s happening in my own school, Mrs. Whoever. Of course I’ll track your son down in no time, and punish him.”

Another squirrel jumped on the first one and started yelling at the first in a familiar, but distant voice: ”I don’t care about my son anymore, he is very dangerous to the civilians all around the world, and you don’t even beginning to understand his powers. You think he has a mental illness, but he doesn’t. I am reporting everything to the government, social media, and science, and then you will never see us again here.”

I knew that voice, but I haven’t spoken to her in years, and I really missed her, I really missed my mom.

I only slept a few hours, because I needed to run before they track me down. I still tried to figure out what happened last night, but I can’t think like a normal person when I’m hungry. I tried to remember what exactly I did with the new code for the power. I walked down an empty street, trying to think. There weren’t much people in the street, but when I passed an open shop, I felt how I don’t have the ability to make money and feed my family. Family? I had no family. The second that I passed the store, I didn’t feel anything. Just emptiness, and I felt lonely. One tear slowly flowed slowly down my chin and dripped down my palm. So this is the price Universe meant, ha? I realized. The feeling didn’t go away that easily. For two hours I felt other people worries, and fears. I tried to take control over my body again, maybe food will help. I picked up some small stones from the ground and thought about money. 100 rubles? I was disappointed. I could do more than that. Well, at least I can buy myself a hot dog...

Nothing interesting happened in the past month, so I should tell more things about me now, because I just realized that it will help people understand what’s going on in my mind.

My name now is Nicolas Gideon Whoever, and now I am 16 years old. This story is about how I fell in love, and that person didn’t care who I was. The name Gideon I gave myself, because of that person. I was warned before by this person named Gideon that I will find my happiness, but I will change. I was, and still am scared of changes, and first I hated Gideon, but I am grateful now for his words. This change, is my story.