Ok this is the beginning of what i am working on, But like i have told you all before, I lack patience so bear with me ok. Grammar and draft are rough and will be worked on as i go. be that as it may the first part of Spirit Speaker >>

“Life isn’t always what you expect it to be. It will make you feel things you thought you never would, fear things you never feared before all the while taking time to hold something back just when you need it most.” My brother told me this long ago before he passed away. Words like this had no effect when I was 10, but lately they seem to be taking more and more seed in what was once a heart lost of all emotions.
At 5’9 I am not something who is big or small. My brown hair hanging shaggily down to just above my shoulders giving my pale skin a nice contrast. Being slim of build, and not skilled in sports or arts I am nothing special, simple as that. At least, so I thought not so long ago, and it grows each day without me even really knowing what it is that makes me so unique…… But I get ahead of myself. For that I apologize to anyone who sees this.
My name is John Mcloss. It pains me to forget my manners in such a situation and beg of your forgiveness. I asked you here to listen to a tale that no one would believe from me. Me. calm, cold, calculating John. Quiet, shy little me did what I had to, even if right now I still feel that what I did was due to insanity. Just please…. Will you listen?
I didn’t believe it myself, but the events that follow will help to try to clarify some of what I am talking about. It all started just about when I turned into a man, or what I thought was a man. It was my 18th birthday, and the day had started out as nothing special. I woke up, went to school, dealt with the curse of homework, the dredges everyone calls teachers at that terror of a building, you know, the usual school days. It wasn’t anything different. No great explosions, no trucks carrying radioactive materials or anything from the epic heroes that most of us know about is comic book and movies. But the stirrings of a headache started at 10:20 which I thought nothing of right? I just glanced at the clock to see wonder why of all times it had to be then.
This is when the ok day started to turn to one that I would come to see as the beginning. The headache lingered on from second period until the end of lunch, and then it just lifted. No more throbbing, no knives stabbing down my brain making me dread the light and life. Two hours of misery and then I became free. Free. Able to look at the world, the students I had been with for the past three years, people I had known and felt a bond with. But whether it was friend or foe, everyone around me wasn’t who they were after this terror of a headache seemed…… off. I couldn’t see why.
The thoughts would keep leading me to a dead end. That anyone I knew wasn’t at all who they should have bee. My best friend sat next to me, asking me questions that he has always asked before during third period, he sat staring at me in the same way making me feel so damned uncomfortable because no matter what I did to convince myself that all was ok. The angle of his grin, his curious look, all just make me thing the same thing over and over again.
IT IS ALL WRONG, WRONG! Nothing could bring me comfort. Not the light shining through the window, not the beautiful girl I have had the pleasure of crushing on for the past three years. Not the badgering questions of my oddly annoying friend during this situation. It just wouldn’t go away either. I tried, I really did. I thought to myself the same things that everyone thought. Things will go back to normal, nothing is wrong. It will pass…but it didn’t.