Adult story: The Ten of Them – by Hard93. John Joseph Myers, at age 13 has used his genius to become a multimillionaire and this is a story. How it all began that put him in the right place to meet the 10 of them. I will remind everyone again I’m not a professional at this and I apologize for any errors. I hope it’s enjoyable.

Adult story: The Ten of Them – Chapter 1

by Hard93

My name is John I lived with my mother, Margaret called Maggie. Mom calls me JJ. I was christened John Joseph Meyer Junior so it was natural to call me JJ. I’m now 13 years old as major things are happening in my life.

I was three and even at that age considered extremely bright by most of my family’s friends when we move to Los Angeles. I could read and did as often as possible. I have the type of memory that allows me to remember everything, every sound, every smell, every taste, and everything I ever saw. That made learning to read easy even for a three-year-old.

My father was a professional athlete and had just moved up from the minor leagues to take a spot on LA Dodgers rolls. My father purchases a larger house, from our old one planning on having more children now that his income could support us.

Mom was a graphics art designer and also took a promotion moving to Los Angeles. Mom loves her job in a company that did various things to support everything from advertising to Web site design. She says she love the variety one day should be working on a commercial the next day the design of a movie poster or one hundred other things.

Until my father died on a LA freeway my family was very happy. It was a multivehicle accident that claimed my father’s life, the odd thing about it he wasn’t even involved. He was rescuing a young woman who was involved in the accident. He had just freed her from her vehicle as a fire began to expand. He literally tossed her nearly 30 feet to safety where two firemen caught her. Microseconds after he tossed her to safety another car struck the pile up.

My father was trapped and died within the mangled wreckage. The car driven by the son of a billionaire had struck the pile up at the time he is on a cell phone. He ran past to traffic patrol cars narrowly missing the officers who were attempting to make him stop.

A news camera captured the action: as he paid no attention to his situation. After it hit the evening news even giving his father’s money couldn’t silence the story. Before my father’s funeral my mother had 25 lawyers offering to take the case.

The team’s owner had his lawyer file sue citing on our behalf for wrongful death, for my mom and me. The team’s attorneys declined monetary rewards for their efforts on our behalf. When the lawsuit settled I had just turned five, and I was a multimillionaire.

Last year was the 10th anniversary of my father’s death. The team had a retirement ceremony for his jersey. They played a tape the newscast had made that day. It showed my father helping people out of their automobiles as one started a blaze. Finally Dad came up to the woman’s car jerked open her door just a smoke was beginning to fill her car. She was obviously unconscious, as he begins to run carrying her away from the flames. Dad sees the car approaching and tossing the woman to safety. Thankfully the cameraman follows the woman. I didn’t have to watch my father die.

Team owner gave me my father’s last jersey he wore during a game. The two of us placed it into a glass case. Both of us had tears streaking down our faces. They raise my father’s jersey high onto a wall over the entryway.

Watching his jersey being lifted in to place, I almost didn’t notice them standing there. There they were the seven people who my father had rescued. There she was standing at end of the line. No one would need to introduce her to be I didn’t know her name but I did know who she was. She is the last person my father managed to save. She had two children with her and her husband stood behind her.

When the nine-year-old girl hand she held pulled free, she ran to me as fast as her legs would carry her. Her mother called out. “Stop Joan.” The little girl did not stop she ran into me nearly full force, if I hadn’t been ready for it she would knocked me over. Joan through her arms around me very tightly, buried her head in my chest and then began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn’t be more than nine and a half years old. Through her sobs she tells me. “Your daddy is my hero. He saved my mommy and me.”

When her mother stepped forward trying to remove Joan from me, I knew it wasn’t going to happen she had too tight a hold to get pull away without injuring her. I tried to calm the little girl by saying. “It’s okay Joan. Dad is happy he is your hero. He was the type of person who wouldn’t stand by and not help. My Dad saved your Mom because he had too. It wasn’t in him to do any less. He was always a hero to me too.”

My mom hugged me and said. “For three-year-old you knew your Dad pretty well.”

Joan’s Mom hugged me too and kisses me on the cheek. “I only wish I had a chance to think him for saving us.”

“I think he knows how grateful you are.” It was the only thing that comes to me.

Joan never let go until later that evening. The owner had invited us to his luxury box to watch the game with him. The game dedicated to my father. Joan introduced me to her Mom Alyssa, her father Edward and to her brother Johnny. By the end of the game my Mom and Alyssa were fast friends. It’s funny when you’re thirteen and the girls nine and half it seems with the age difference is huge, but I got a feeling by the time I’m twenty-five it won’t be so bad.

Mom is now friends with Alyssa. They come by several weekends, we spent time together we would go to the beach, or just hang out of the house having a barbecue. We went to their small moderate LA house a couple times.

Mom found less and less reason to stay in LA, she hated the traffic, the crowds and she hated when someone recognized her as the hero baseball player’s widow. She couldn’t date because any club she went to someone always recognizes her. It always doomed any budding relationship she had there. She said that those men would have two reactions one of pity, or worse they see dollar signs knowing Mom had settled a huge lawsuit. After the 10th anniversary ceremonies it only got worse, Mom has Pavarotti following her. I think that was the straw that actually broke the camel’s back.

Alyssa actually was the one who suggested that Mom move. Alyssa said because she’s that unhappy here, her friend should find someplace to recoup herself. “Listen if this place is depressing you move, find a new home where you can be comfortable, where you could start over if you want. Someplace where you are away from the noise the crowds and traffic that you hate. Some place where JJ can make some friends. I can always write to make sure you’re doing okay. Maybe I can come visit you. So I could get away from the city too.” They both giggled and hug each other.

Mom realized she hidden from her pain and had missed me growing up. Mom had through herself totally in her work for the last decade, the event at the ballpark made that misdirection painfully evident to her.

About two weeks after that Mom is home early something highly unusual, when she walks into the den I’m there with my English lit tutor going over a hard spot for me. Looking frustrated and slightly confused Mom gives me that I got it talk to you expression. So I begin. “Mom I was working on my English lit, I really need to get that figured out.” Mom is tense as hell, as I realize I’ve never really told Mom about my school.

“JJ what the hell are you talking about? I went to where you’re supposed be going to school at and they tell me you’re not a student there. I have them check you’re not a student anywhere.”

“Mom set down please. I should have explained this to you last year.” I waited for my mother to take a seat while I go to the desk to get a few things to show her. To Mom’s credit she is actually waiting for me to explain. “Mom there’s a reason I don’t go to school, I have already graduated high school. My English lit class is in college I’m actually a sophomore, and I’ll have my associates once I pass English lit.” Mom eyes are wide with surprise. I hand her my high school diploma in my honors certificate for my freshman year of college. Reading the documents to say the least my mother was more than astonished.

Mom finally asks. “How did you do that? How did you change from public school to home schooling?”

“I hate to tell you this but when I was seven I tried to ask you about the homeschool. You laughed it off, but I found a way to do it. The only problem was I needed two signatures from you. I tricked you into signing for me. I was so bored in public school after the first day. Half the kids wanted to beat me up and the other half wanted to worship me because what Dad did. I just had to get away from that. So I was a little desperate and I have you signed to forms, telling you they were for a class trip.” I truly never wanted to lie to my mother, but I needed out of public school so bad.

I don’t know if mom is proud of me or mad. Most likely a little both mad that I fibbed to her, proud of what I’ve accomplished. I asked her a question. “Mom did you notice that most of the report cards I presented you were for finals to each grade levels?”

“I guess I’m been wrapped up and myself for too long.” She nearly looked like she was going to cry.

My mother is a little less angry at me now. I know she’s worked very hard in her career to get ahead she’s never let me openly use my trust. As far as I know she has never touched her trust either. I had another confession to make, this one involved my trust. “Mom I told you, I had two documents I needed you to sign. The first I told you about was my homeschool. The second was so I can have access to my trust. I needed money for tutors and for a governess. I needed a governess because I was too young to stay alone at home. I only needed to tutors from time to time to help me through areas where the textbooks were lacking. Before you ask I’ve have paid it back plus interest. I started two Internet companies, both making considerable profit.”