Success

Running, thoughts racing through my head. Room feels like it's spinning. When will the bell ring when I will be able to stop working on this stupid project so I can go home and practice? Five four three two one
*RIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG*
I shove my books in my bag and I'm out the door before anyone else could notice. My backpack heavy I didn't want to take the time to go to my locker and put my books away I just wanted to be home in the privacy of my room where I could not be bothered. Running home fast trees rushing by, cars zooming past. I turned the corner onto my street.
*WHACK*
"Hey watch it, oh hey Karl what's up." Said my friend Damon.
"Hey Damon kind of busy need to get home can I talk to you later?" I said kind of jogging in place a little.
"Yeah sure thing you ok fool?"
"Yeah fine I'll talk to you later." I said as I started running away towards house.
Damon is a nice guy kind of weird in his own way everyone at school thinks he worships the devil or something. Mainly because he is the one and only Goth in this shitty city we call home. Plus look at his name Damon pretty close to Demon but it means something in Celtic or something like that. He is an averaged height, white guy short spiked black hair, eyebrow piercing on the left and snakebite piercings. For a Goth kid he is pretty cool, kind of an ass at times but cool, I'm one of the kids that doesn't think he is a freak but hell what you going to do in the middle of California.
We live in this shitty city called Eastbrook its in-between LA and Bakersfield kind of valleyish area still pretty cool though for a shit hole. There is forest nearby and a mall, schools, skate park, and some abandoned construction site on the south east end of town. It's ok now that I think about it.
Finally I reached my front door, I opened the doors tossed my back pack down and say
"Hi mom I'm busy I'll be down for dinner." I say as I walk by mom and head upstairs.
She has given up on asking what I do in my room. My mom has had to raise me alone my Dad got shot a few years ago over some stupid bet at a bar he would go to play Darts at. It sucks I really liked my Dad he always supported anything I did. My mom on the other hand isn't home much as it is she is a successful lawyer in LA. So she is usually only home on Fridays and weekends.
I sit down in my chair and relax and calm down. Clear my mind and slow my breathing close my eyes, and breathe in through my nose and out of my mouth, getting a rhythm going, then concentrate on my heart and try to sync my breathing with my heartbeat. Successes then I concentrate on my chest feeling energy filling it a warm tingling feeling. The rush always excites me but I need to stay calm, feeling it grow and get stronger. I will the mass of energy to my hands and feel it swell in my hands.
*Ring Ring Ring*
"Dam cell phone." I say as my phone snaps me out of my meditation.
"Karl I'm going to the construction site later you want to come some potheads stashed some weed and beer there?" he said with his usual enthusiasm when it comes to weed, alcohol and well all that's missing is the music.
"This is Halloween this is Halloween." As the music in the background starts blaring.
Never fails to disappoint Damon does.
"Yeah I'll be there." I said in reply rolling my eyes.
"Cool see you there meet you by the cargo container around 10." He said as he hung up the phone.
Anyways back to what I was doing, practicing. After I finished meditating along with my attempt at remote viewing I went downstairs and got a bite to eat, all there was, was leftover Chinese food again. I don't blame her, ever since my Dad died my Mom just dove more into her work and has barely cooked a meal in well I don't know how long. She really took my Dads death hard.
I walked into the living room to say I'm going out but I saw her looking at pictures of her and Dad, I'll just leave she's in one of those moods I'll leave her alone.
What do I want to work on next I'm getting ok I guess at remote viewing. I can hold up a card from a deck and see what the other side is 8 out of 10 usually. Maybe Empathy.
As I was walking to the construction site I start wondering should I tell Damon that I do psionics, he might believe me but how do you tell someone I can do psychic stuff. I mean how you bring that kind of thing up with someone. Maybe bring up aliens or something like how out there does shit have to get for some people to say ok now there is no way that is real or something like that. Even more how the hell would you tell your parents "hey mom I can read your mind. So yes I know go do the dishes and take out the trash you don't need to say it I know you were thinking it." Then again telling my mom probably isn't the best of ideas I guess.