After calling in sick from work, I sat down for a moment on my sofa/bed and thought about what to do first. I figured I should try to see the extent of my ability, so I first made a cube out of iron. As I touched it, I felt a plethora of emotions—astonishment, excitement, and wonder. It felt like real metal: cold and unsettling to the touch, just as I had envisioned it—smooth with no blemishes.
I lost my grip and dropped it onto the floor. It made a noise, and then it disappeared.
Next, I thought I should try creating some food to see what would happen if I were to eat something I had made. I envisioned an apple, from its circular shape to the slight blemishes on the sides, the stem, and even the juicy inside, along with the crunch when you bite into it. It worked! I felt full for a moment, but then the feeling disappeared. I was very confused. I guessed that the apple was disappearing inside of me when I stopped thinking about it, making it vanish. However, I hypothesized that if I made it realistic enough and had enough knowledge about the digestive tract, it might work. But that is just a theory.
I then made a ballpoint pen. However, I only envisioned the pen as I knew it, without any of the intricacies a normal ballpoint pen would have, since I had no clue how one actually worked. I grabbed some paper to write on, but nothing happened; it just slid off.
I then googled a video about how a ballpoint pen works. I learned that the ball at the front spins around as you move it, while the ink from the top gently flows onto it. The ball rolls onto the paper, creating the writing.
I slowly envisioned the entire process and then created a new pen, watching the old one disappear as if it had never been there. A new pen appeared, slowly but surely, as I envisioned it. I then used the same piece of paper, and to my amazement, it wrote! I lost focus, and the pen then disappeared, along with the writing.
I experimented with more things, such as blades, liquids, and gases. In the end, I came to a consensus: the more complex the object, the more I needed to concentrate to maintain it, and the harder it was to create. I needed to understand how something worked. For example, when I used a pen to write, if I got rid of the pen, the writing disappeared because the ink was no longer there. But if I were to cut something, it would stay cut. I figured this was because the ink was an extension of the pen, while the things I cut were not, so they remained cut.
I then looked at the time and realized it was already 1 AM. I had better get to sleep, as I couldn't miss work tomorrow.
As I woke up, I thought about yesterday. It all seemed like a dream to me, but I had to make sure that nobody I couldn't absolutely trust knew about this. It could attract bad attention or get me kidnapped by the government or something.
As I left the apartment, I saw Liam Drake, one of my best friends from the orphanage. He has always been upbeat and helpful. He was a model student, and we all looked up to him. He helped me settle into the orphanage and mediated disputes whenever they occurred. He is one of the only people I plan to tell about this power, as I know he can be trusted and wouldn't do anything against my will.
He greeted me in the hallway, and we walked to the elevator together. He let me go in first and then followed. He asked, "How come you weren't in yesterday?" sounding very concerned. I told him I stubbed my toe, planning to share the rest somewhere else since this might not be the best place for it, considering that there are cameras everywhere.
"How was yesterday?" I asked Liam.
"It was so-so, just work. You didn't miss much of anything important. Don't worry about it," Liam replied joyfully.
As we left the elevator, Liam and I walked into work. On the way, we ran into our other friend from the orphanage, Asher Bennett. He was very much the opposite of Liam—gloomy, with a bit of a sinister aura surrounding him. He was the antithesis of Liam's kind and bubbly demeanor, while mine is just in the middle, ordinary between two extremes. Yet somehow, we are all very good friends. There is nothing we hide from each other.
As the three of us walked to work, people we passed kept giving us glances. I figured it must be because of Liam, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and handsome stature. It's no surprise. Asher is also very handsome in his own right, with jet-black eyes and hair tied up in a mini ponytail at the back, good posture, but with a sinister vibe.
And before I knew it, we had arrived at work.