And after a few seconds of just looking at the view outside the window in my small room while muttering, "Great, I am acting like a country bumpkin now!" And after insulting myself a little bit and turning around, I almost step on the scissors, which were dropped before when I went alien. I did not even realize, but I did drop the scissors when I was grey matter.
I pick the scissors back up and smile and casually throw them on the table, and then in a much more calm way, I walk outside my room, and I notice the house was quiet, and I walk around the small apartment, and I notice my little sister was not around, so it was the best time to learn a few things about myself or learn a few things about "Leo Jackson"... God, why is my name like that? and make a weird face like I tasted dry milk! And then I look around the house.
A few minutes later I sit on the couch and think, "Ok, so from the looks of it, Leo Jackson does not have any other family other than his sister, and thankfully I also found a scholarship letter for someone named 'Abby Jackson.'" Ok, well, her name is Abby, huh? Not bad. Wait, why does her name sound so casual, and when I say my name, it sounds like I am some emo boy...? Wait, I am an emo boy!
And after a few seconds of thinking about life, Leo stands up and walks to the kitchen and looks around for something, and well, the kitchen, which looked OK, was empty—nothing other than eggs...
I frown as I see only eggs! I felt like I was back in my college days eating crap.... 'Ugh, wait, I have to go to college again? Fuck me upside down!' And after that, Leo goes on to punch air a few times, I grab the eggs, and walk to the stove, turn it on, and put some oil in the pan, and wait for the pan to get hot. I think back to everything I know about Leo Jackson... ' Leo Jackson is a 16-year-old boy who seems to be showing signs of being a total emo and also a jerk, from what I have learned from Abby.
Leo Jackson also might have had a few suicidal tendencies, but from the looks of it, Leo never did anything about it, or maybe Leo did do something, and that's why I woke up in his body. And other than that, Leo seemed to have done school till 10th, and I got the report card, which was under the TV table for some reason. Leo Jackson barely passed, so now the question is, how does my little sister Abby take care of me and the whole house?'
While thinking, I casually crack open 2 eggs on the pan, and then I grab a pinch of salt, and then I sprinkle all the salt all over the eggs, and then I look around more in the kitchen. I found some more spices; I added some black pepper, and then I put a lid on the pan.
'Now that's done. What was I thinking about? Yeah, Abby. From the looks of it, Abby is a smart girl; she even got a scholarship for her studies. And from the looks of it, the way Abby is taking care of the house and me is by using the money that she got for her studies... but that's not it. There is more; I know there is more because I found a uniform in Abby's room. Yeah, I did go in her room…
The little brat had a normal lock on her door, useless for someone like me who used to watch the lockpicking lawyer for fun... Anyway, I found an ID card for a coffee shop. It looks like Abby also works part-time, huh? And also, from the looks of it, Leo Jackson just sits in his room all day.... 'My grip on the lid got strong as I pulled the lid off, and I grabbed a plate, and I threw the eggs on the plate, and then I put the pan back on the stove, and I walked with the plate of eggs to the couch, and I sat down, and I started to eat....'
'Well, the eggs are ok. If only I had more stuff in the kitchen, I could have had a 5-star meal! Ok, so now I have the basic info out of the way. What's next? Well, I can't let Abby keep doing this, not because I care about Abby—no, in fact, I would like it if I were alone—but well, I can't. I just keep sitting in my room all day like Leo Jackson, right? Because, well, I'm not Leo Jackson, no way. I laugh a little and lean back on the couch and stretch my arm again… And then I grab the TV remote and turn on the TV, and I go to the news channel and watch it for a few seconds, and the news report is about a new headline about "Tony Stark's fifth affair with the new up-and-coming singer..."
And looking at the photos of Tony Stark and the singer, I mute the TV and mutter, "He is in his playboy arc, huh? lucky bastard..." I shake myself and smile at the young man on the TV; he looks like a young Robert Downey Jr.
'Ok, well, let's stop thinking about what others think. Think about yourself. Yes, myself. Ok, well, first I have to deal with this body; it's way too weak! I have to start grinding again! Plus it should be easy since I am young; my body still has the time to grow, and also while I do that, I also need to find a way to get rich. Money is very important even in this world where all types of weird crap go on...
I don't have to worry about working out; I can do that on my own, but now about money, I could just rob a bank, but well, it would just be a lot of trouble. The trouble is not in robbing the bank; no, that's easy. The true trouble is in using the money after robbing the bank, plus what if I might slip up and then the bald, one-eyed man might try to kidnap me or worse? Who knows? I still don't know much about this world, so no going hero for now...'
I grab the newspaper, and I open it, and I read through it fast, and after a while I mutter, "Well, how boring. It's all just rich people and how they shit; nothing else. Well, there are a few options..." I smile as I look at an offer for a job as a car painter and other jobs, but my eyes stop at the end of the newspaper. There was a small ad about a boxing club offering the winners some cash...
'Well, I know where I am going. I need to let out some steam anyway. I am so smart—2 birds with one action. By doing this, I get a better body plus some cash too, plus I really do need to learn fighting in this world; at least I can't just throw all of my hopes on my gift.' I look down at the watch on my wrist. It looks like a toy watch, but just a little cooler?
Who am I kidding? That's the coolest watch I have ever had!
The afternoon goes by, and now it is the evening, and Abby comes back home. She looked tired, and she went right to her room, and I didn't speak to her because, well, I did not know what to say anyway. Sure, I know how to act like a jerk, but I do feel bad for the bratty girl, and well, tonight I go do something for her, and while inside my room, I read through all the newspapers in the house, and also I went through the MP3, and I found a song that was not that bad. It was "Los Del Rio, Tyga - Ayy Macarena." Not bad at all. I was doing the macarena while reading the newspaper. I did not realize how goofy I looked...
And it was night now. I wore a black tracksuit because, well, it was the only clothes I felt like I could wear outside. I was not wearing a black shirt, which looked like it was ripped by a dog and which said in bold words, "All the girls are the same...." I almost wanted to throw all the clothes out of the window, but I held myself back! I was a calm person after all, and I had my earphones in my head while I tried to walk out, but just then I heard that bratty voice: "Hey, dumbo, where are you going? wearing whatever that is? You better not get drunk or do something stupid!"
It was Abby! And I look back at her and speak in an annoyed tone, "Shut up. I'll be back before the next morning's sleep, and also don't look for me." I walk out, and I shut the door behind me, and after Leo goes out, Abby, on the other hand, mutters, "What the hell? He did not even ask for any money today... not only that, he also did not ask me for food..." Abby did not know that Leo had eaten eggs in the afternoon because Leo had washed the plate and the pan so it looked like no one had touched the kitchen...
And I walk out; it was colder than I thought it would be. "New York, huh?"