When I Feel Something, Something Happens

Jozef Jason, Age 12

Jozef, age 12, lives in Ypsilanti, Michigan. He likes to write because he likes to use his imagination. Music inspires Jozef’s writing. He would like to live in a world where there is no racism and everyone is equal.

When I Feel Something, Something Happens

I don’t have a lot. I never have and I probably never will. I’m Dominique. I’m growing up in a rundown area in Chicago. My mom always spends her money on herself, which I guess is fair because it’s her money, but with that we barely have enough money to pay bills. My dad left us when I was five. And my fifteen-year-old brother never does anything except hang with his friends. I’m at school writing this. In case you’re wondering, I’m twelve. Hold on, someone is calling me. It’s my mom. She just said my brother got shot and is coming to pick me up from school. Well, this escalated quickly. Now I’m in the car. I don’t think I could bear to even look at my brother. I never thought he would be the one to get shot. I always thought it would be one of his friends or someone else. But never him. We’re on our way to the hospital. I guess I’m just gonna listen to Polo G on the way there to take my mind off of this. He’s my brother’s favorite rapper. He always said that he was the best rapper in the game, but I never got why he likes rap music. I’m listening to a playlist he sent me a while ago when he was trying to teach me about hip hop. Now that I’m listening to it, I can see why he liked it. I’ll start writing again when I’m in the hospital with my mom. I’m in the hospital room with my mom. When I came in, my brother was the first thing I saw. I saw all the blood, even on the clothes they put on him at the hospital. The nurse said he has a very small chance at surviving, but it is possible. I hope he survives. My mom doesn’t want to be here. I guess it’s because she can’t bear to see him like that. We’re at home right now. My mom just got a phone call saying that my brother is dead. I’m in my room, doing absolutely nothing. I’m still processing the fact that he’s dead. Woah. I just punched my pillow and something weird happened. There’s some type of burn mark on there. I’ll write later.

One week later

I know who killed my brother. It’s those people from the other block. How do I know? They’re all rappers. They all made a song together. In the song, it said, We left them bullets in his chest, And we comin’ for yo brother next. I feel like they know something. Anyways, I have no idea how to control my powers. When I feel something, something happens. When I was at lunch yesterday, this guy was talking smack about me and it made me mad. Out of nowhere he fell on the ground screaming. I don’t know what to do. I just got news that they are in jail until their court case. That’s good. I don’t know what else to say.

One month later There is no way they beat that case. How did they beat that case? They had all the evidence needed and they got off with no time at all. I think I know what I need to do. Today I went to test out my powers. I might have stolen a pair of Jordans in the process. I wanted to see if I could turn invisible. So that’s what I did. And one thing led to another. They were so cool though. Anyway, I know what I need to do and it’s gonna happen soon. Alright, if everything goes as planned I should be good. I have my pocket knife and my invisibility on. I’m inside their house. I can hear them plotting on a way to kill me. They have their guns loaded in that room. If I can sneak in, I should be good to go.

THE END