Excessum itineris by Roxas Winchester (golden son ebook .TXT) 📕

new note packers Justin went into people’s minds. They were positive he was different from everyone else and that he was something other than normal. There could be only one way he could prove them wrong, but he didn’t like it one bit; he would have to befriend one of the gossiping girls and make her believe he was normal. He found their minds interesting so he started jumping through them until he was interrupted by the teacher.
“Mr. Meyers; are you with us? What was the last topic you studied in science?”
Justin jumped back into his own mind as soon as the teacher started walking towards him. “Uh, I believe it was the beginning of the elements.”
“Alright, you’re a little ahead of us, but that’s OK. We’ll be covering that topic in a couple of weeks or so, and please try to pay attention, I know it’s the end of the day and everyone wants to go home, but at least try to stay awake back there.” A few people turned to look at him and others snickered a bit. He looked down at his packet that was just handed out and started drawing mindlessly on the black pages. When he looked down at it he saw what it was, a beautiful young woman who had wavy brown hair, porcelain type skin, and kind gentle eyes that calmed even the most angered souls.
The student parking lot was packed with seniors and juniors at almost a run to get home; he could have waited a bit longer to go to the empty house and wait till the next day. Tonight he had plans though, he needed to schedule an appointment at the DMV near his house to get his ‘new car’ registered; that alone would take all evening. There could be no way the local DMV would be closed on a Monday at 3:30 when he got home. The way home was dark and clouded over, it felt like it was going to rain at any moment it was the best weather since he escaped. How could it be that only one school day had passed since he got there in the morning. It felt like it had been an eternity from the time he woke up to now. If he had thought about how torturous high school was that morning, he would’ve gone back to sleep.

The fuel gauge was getting low and Justin figured he only had about one more trip total, so he had to U- Turn and head back into town. There was a Mobil gas station and a small convenience store he passed on his way there so he headed to the convenience store gas pumps. When he finished getting the gas, he went inside to pay and to stock up on caffeinated soda and energy drinks.
The front door to his house was locked when he got there, since he was in the middle of nowhere, he didn’t bother to lock it that morning, meaning someone had been in his house while he was away. He pushed his mind out ‘feeling’ for a presence but finding nothing. After searching through his pockets, he finally found his house keys and let himself in. He put his groceries away then went to look through the house, to see if anything was disturbed. His computer and television were where he left them, but his radio was turned slightly and had been unplugged then plugged back in, like someone took it and replaced it. He decided to dispose of that one and replace it; the telephone was left perfectly alone, so he went ahead and called the DMV to schedule an appointment for the next day for inspection.
That night he watched a bit of television- wondering how all the shows stayed on the air when they were so poorly made- then sat down at his computer and looked for some local work to do. After that he went to clean out his car-,make sure there wasn’t anything personal from the previous owner. He found the person’s swipe card for the building he was held captive in, some trash, there person’s wallet, and the case he found earlier. He looked through the trunk checking that there wasn’t anything else he missed in his first check when his hand connected with something sharp on the bottom of the trunk. He pulled his hand out and watched it heal before his eyes, in less that one minute there wasn’t even a mark from the trunk, no lines, no scarring. He wiped his bloody palm on the leg of his jeans then looked closer at the area that cut him. He noticed a small hole had been drilled there large enough to get a finger in, he reached in and pulled, the piece pulled up and snapped into place; a small light turned on revealing some guns, pistol crossbows, ammunition, and one thing that caught Justin’s eye almost immediately. It was an old fashioned sword, the handle was wrapped in old worn leather that revealed a whit gold with yellow ascents twisting up the length of the handle, the blade was made from a high quality of silver. The scabbard was strapped next to it on the cover of the trunk compartment, it was silver with rose gold vines creeping up from the bottom of it. He took them both out, and inserted the sword into its scabbard- a perfect fit- you could hardly tell where the sword ended and the scabbard began. He closed the compartment and made sure it was near impossible to find, then went inside to burn all the personal belongings to Mr. Mandrais.
The flames licked at the kindling in the fireplace. Justin looked at it with wonder, If I get burned, will it heal like the rest of the wounds, or will I get burned like I used to? He reached his hand into the fire and kept it there; the pain was excruciating, he gritted his teeth in response to the pain. After a few seconds he pulled his hand out and put out the fire on his hand and sleeve and watched it as it healed. For the first few moments nothing happened, then just like when he cut his hand open in the trunk, it began to heal. He sat there watching it when there was a sudden knock on the door. He jumped out of his mind to see who it was, the mind was familiar to him, he thought maybe from computer class, but he wasn’t sure. He got up and looked out the window to see and old pale green car that he saw in the parking lot after school. As he went to answer the door he wiped his hand off on his jeans- cleaning the blackened ash from the fire- and pulled up his sleeve to hide the burned material from his visitor. He opened the door a little to see his guest better, then asked “What do you want?””
The girl looked shocked at his greeting, but smiled a bright and happy smile and replied with, ”I came to see if you needed help with getting situated, unpacking anything, or if your parents need help with anything. I’m a really good cook, I could make something if you want.” She stood there happy and smiling like an idiot. Justin glared back at her.
“No, thank you. My parents aren’t here right now, if you didn’t notice the only car that’s here right now is mine. Now leave.” He went to close the door but the girl stopped him.
“Wait, there has to be something I could help with, anything at all.” The sky flashed with lightning suddenly, then was followed quickly be a huge clap of thunder. The girl jumped then asked, “Can I please come in? I don’t like to be outside or even in my car with this type of weather.” She looked at him pleadingly.
There was no way he could tell her no without the risk of her bursting out in tears or panicking, so he told her she could then shut the door behind her.
“I’m sorry, I really am. But I really don’t like this weather.”
He led her to the living room then tended to the fire, where he made sure all the remains of Mr. Mandrais were burnt and gone. He turned to the girl who was looking around curiously at everything she could see.
“This is a really nice house, why’d you move here anyway?”
“Do you need to know that?” Justin got up and walked over to a chair that was in there, pulled off the sheet, then sat down, legs outstretched in front of him, and arms crossed.
“It would be nice to. Or is it too embarrassing?”
Justin sighed then responded. “My parents got killed a few years ago, and I was left on my own. I took their car and drove around. Finally, I found a place I could stay for a while. The people were nice, but as soon as I hit 17, they kicked me out. So I drove here and found this place and bought it with the money I had from my jobs and parents’ wills. Satisfied?” part of it was true, he had stayed with people who let him stay there a while, and at least one of his parents had been killed when he was younger.
“Oh, I’m sorry I even brought up the subject. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, promise.”
“It’s fine, I didn’t even like them. For me, it was a relief when they died, it freed me from that life and gave me a new one.”
She looked around nervously then asked, “Do you have a phone I could use to call my parents with? Mine’s out in my car and I really don’t want to walk through the rain.”
Justin reached into his back pocket and pulled out the phone he bought on his shopping trip the day before and tossed it to her. She caught it then looked at it amazed, “Whoa, you have the new iPhone? My parents will barely let me have a phone at all. I can’t believe it, wow.” She punched in the number and told her parents where she was then hung up and tossed it back. “My parents are fine with me being over here, as long as I’m behaving myself.”
Justin put his phone back into his pocket after he made sure it picked up the signal from her phone in the car, and then he turned on the television to keep her quiet for as long as she would be there.

“It’s not fair,” she began after a few hours of watching TV.”I know your name, but you don’t know mine. My name is Bonnie, I think I’m in you science class. Yeah, I sit in front of you.”
Justin stiffened when she said that, but relaxed as soon as she looked away from the television to face him again.
“I know it’s rude of me to do all of this, but do you have anything to eat?”
Oh, shit. Justin thought, he didn’t plan on having any company over so he hadn’t bought any real groceries. “No, I have many drinks though, if you would want one of them you can.”
“Thanks, why don’t you have anything to eat?”
“I was going to go to the store later tonight to get some, but my plans were interfered wit.”
Bonnie looked down guiltily then got up to get a drink. “Where are the drinks?” she asked.
Justin got up then walked to the kitchen to the fridge and opened the door to show her what drinks he had.
“Wow, it looks like you already went shopping.” She noted as she leaned in and got a Mountain Dew. They went back