I came back to where I was standing.
"Whoa! That was awesome. That means I really am a transmigator in a parallel world. That man said I can plagiarize books...but how?" I thought.
At that moment, a lot of information came into my mind, giving me a migraine. It was bearable, so I didn't scream like last time.
"Wow, so I have to think about the book and it would appear in front of me like a hologram?"
Let's try it.
"Bird Box!!" I said with a lot of conviction.
And then it happened. A holographic book was created in front of me. Then I tried to touch it, but I phased through it.
"First page," I thought.
It turned to the first page of the book.
"Whoa!!" I exclaimed.
"Mike! Dinner is ready!" Mom screamed from the dining room.
"Coming!!"
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"We need to talk to him. He is a 19-year-old college dropout. He needs a job," Janet said.
"He said he is looking for a part-time job. Give him some time. He wants to be a writer, right? Let him go at it at his own pace. We can support him; after all, he is our son," Terry said.
"I know, but I just don't want him to chase something that is out of his reach. Please, Terry, talk to him during dinner," said Janet, frowning.
Before Terry could respond to Janet, Michael was already there, standing in front of them. They didn't hear or see him come because Janet was facing backward to the dining table in the open kitchen and Terry was looking at his phone.
"Mike!" Terry practically exclaimed to warn Janet.
"Sigh..." Janet now regretting whatever she said.
Before they could justify themselves to their dear son, Michael started talking.
"All I am asking is some time, Mom. I have an idea what I am going to write. Please just give me some time..." Michael said, looking downcast at the floor.
"Sigh, I was always like this, taking for granted the love I got from my parents. We live in Orlando, Florida. We are well-to-do. But how much can they support me? I have never been keen on taking jobs and was always looking for ways to travel and read books with the family money. Of course, she should be ashamed of me. And Terry too," Michael thought.
Then suddenly he felt he was squeezed by a huge body; Terry was hugging him with tears on his face. Terry is quite an emotional person and very gullible too.
"Don't say that, Mike...sniff...sniff...we are there for you," said Terry.
Then suddenly from his left side, his mom also hugged him a very tight hug, if he could say so.
"Mike, I want you to be happy. That's all. I never said I wouldn't give you time, but I am afraid you will become like him," Janet said.
My mom was talking about my biological father. I have never seen him but I know that he was a bum . He didn't like to work and was never home. Maybe his death was karma of what he had done to my mother.
"Don't worry, guys, I will put my shit together," Michael said.
"LANGUAGE!" Both parents said sternly.
"Anyway! I am not hungry, Mom. I ate something outside. I just want to ask Dad something," Michael said hurriedly before Janet berated him.
"Oh! Sure! What do you want to ask?" Terry said.
"Maybe I will finish my book tonight... can you help me publish it?" Looking at Terry hopefully.
"Hmm... see, I don't show favoritism, even if it is my son. If I see potential in your novel, then sure, I will publish it," Terry said.
"Okay!" Michael said and ran to his room.
In his room, Michael opened his laptop and got into his writing software.
"Huh, nothing. I have written nothing. Though I don't really care. I already have a book in my mind. It's not that long, so I can write it in one night with the help of... whatever it is in my mind. But first, I should research it to see if there's any mention of the work there. Hmmm... looks like the writer has not written this piece... wait... there's no mention of him either. Whoa!! We one piece. Thank God!" Michael thought while using a search engine.
"Well... let's start writing then... maximum effort," Michael said to himself, cracking his fingers.
"Grave of the Fireflies," said Michael.