[ WP ] A kid doodling in a math class accidentally creates the world 's first functional magic circle in centuries .

I look out the window of Mrs.Johnson's classroom, everything is so still outside, so peaceful, void of drama. In the classroom, nothing but drama. Stacy likes me, but I like Karen, but Karen likes Brady and I'm sure Brady is gay. 
 
 Then you have the bullies, who are nothing more than preppy, rich kid jocks who look down on anyone who is n't a preppy, rich kid jock. 
 
 And then there are what I call robots, void of individualistic qualities, liking only what is popular, basing every decision on how it will affect their image. Everyone of them are forgettable, the social spot light is clearly their biggest fear, even now I have a tough time remembering what they look like. 
 
 The social constructs of high school just do n't click with me. Any label as a hippy, an outcast, a hipster, a heathen, has no affect on me or my friends. 
 
 My school is very religious. I was invited to pray at the flagpole in the morning by like 20 people. After denying their invitation, my group of friends and I have been labeled outcasts. Satanist rumors started after my friend Greg brought his sister's tarot cards to school for a joke. The real funny part of the rumor is that we have been devoutly ostracized, being avoided in the hall, scared faces and persistently silent are all we get if we just so happened to need to borrow a pencil. 
 
 When I was a kid, I was actually kidnapped by a biker gang. My father was apparently working with them and then things went downhill. The worst memory I have is watching the absolute fear in my father's eyes. Ignoring my mother's pleas to explain himself, he packed his bags, told us where to find three million dollars and ran out the door. 
 
 My father burned out and blazed down the road. Five seconds later, a biker gang rolled up to our house. We led them to the money, but it was only half of what my father embezzled from them. So they took me, told my mother she better hope my father show back up and within an hour's time, my mother went from happy house wife, to hopelessly distraught. 
 
 All I remember was, I was blind folded in a van and then my blind fold was taken off at some rusty, old bar. I was screaming and crying, their solution, `` give him some ayehuasca.'' 
 
 For nine hours, I was in another universe, where physical laws of cause and effect were none existent, where the contents of my subconscious took form. My evil, miser of a grandpa took form, the way I perceived the robot people were personified as faceless people. After all the emotionally upsetting stuff subsided, an eye appeared, the eye was me, I looked at the eye, the eye at me, I looked into myself, and saw absolutely nothing and absolutely everything at the same time. 
 
 I lost my sense of self, and then he appeared. He was me and I was him, the other half to my soul, the ying to my yang, my dark matter to my regular matter, a complete, opposite reflection of me. I knew that if I merged into my other half, that we would be obliterated into the ultimate destiny, becoming one in the same with the spirit of it all. Before parting with one another, I was presented an icon, a symbol of the inseparable spiritual connection I have with my other half. I do n't tell anyone about my drug trip. 
 
 I woke up wearing a black bag on my head. In the next room, I can hear the door bust open, a bunch of wrestling around, and two big thugs on the ground. A gunshot goes off, another thud, some plastic rolling around, and my father is dead. I feel a hand go over my mouth, I pass out and wake up under a highway overpass. To this day I swear I'll bring justice, I do n't know how, I do n't know who they are, but I'll find them. 
 
 And that leads me to now, looking out the window in math class, drawing `` the symbol'' for the millionth time. I do an exceptional job, a perfect drawing of the symbol, so I decide I want to color it. I reach into my bag and I stab my finger, I immediately pull my hand away and a drop of blood falls on the paper. 
 
 Instantly my heart seized by an extreme amount of energy, and I could feel the same thing from my opposite. Time stops, everyone in the classroom freezes in place, the leaves outside stand still while midair, my body willfully frozen, my thoughts willfully turned off, so that I may fully experience the moment. 
 
 My heart starts pulsating, the room starts rumbling, a loud hum shakes me to my core. Suddenly a green cord shoots out from my chest, my heart is connected with my opposite. The humming gets louder and louder, shaking the walls into its atomic particles, its pieces stretch out over a completely white background, the whole of my reality is stretched to its limit. The green cord gets shorter and shorter, in the distance of the vast whiteness, I see my opposite. The humming turns into an angelic cry of joy, a single tone that rang out throughout the void. 
 
 My opposite gets ten feet away, I look into his eyes which were my eyes, I blinked his eyes, I took a breathe through him, him that which was I. The other half of my soul, the spiritual honesty my other half embodied inspired my heart to sing the single tone, angelic cries of joy. And with the feeling of coming home, we became one in the same. 
 
 `` Satanist!'' I hear a girl scream. 
 
 I come to, feel something peculiar above my head, reach up, and grab a halo. 
 
 `` Its a demon disguised as an angel!'' 
 
 I slap my whole hand, square in the face. 
 
 
 
 

