I have finally become something or someone that will make a difference in this world. I was blessed (or cursed) with a superpower. I am not sure how to take this new found skill. I have always known I was different than the other kids. I just couldn’t ever put my finger on what made me different. Since I survived puberty and am about to graduate from high school, this special skill that I have has become stronger and a little less easy to manage. I would really like to have a mentor, but I fear if I tell someone of my new found skill, they would think me insane.
I wonder how Superman thought of his outfit. Where did Spiderman and Batman get all their cool gadgets? Are there other people out there like me, but they are disguised in this world as “normal” adults? Maybe I need to go underground for awhile to see if I can figure out all of these webs in my brain and make some sense out of what is going on. But then again, normal life goes on, my mom has already bought me and my twin brother graduation stoles and cap and gown. How can I let my mom down?
All she has ever given me is everything she has. She has always been there to talk, give a smile and timely advice. Maybe my twin brother, John, is going through this same thing. That way I wouldn’t be alone in figuring out what to do. But he hasn’t mentioned anything to me, so that would tell me that he is not going through the same thing. I guess that option is out.
I could wait until next week, until after I walk across the stage, get my diploma and have our graduation party. But my power is growing stronger everyday and the classes at school are getting more worthless as we are gearing down for the end of the school year. If I could only get out of class and come back for the ceremonies and parties. I have to plan this out, so no one tries to stop me.
I have to pack the essentials. Maybe I can act sick and get home while no one else is there and pack a suitcase with what I’ll need to survive for a couple of weeks. I’ve saved up some money and I can leave a note with my mom so she’ll know I’m safe. First things first, I’ve got to ask to go to the bathroom and come back green. Snap, I’m trying to raise my hand and I can’t get it to move. Did these powers do something to me that I can’t handle? OK if I just concentrate I can raise my hand. Maybe I am really sick.
What is that tapping on my shoulder? What is that bright light?
“Get up, Sam,” the teacher yelled. “Wake up, detention is over.”
I wonder how Superman thought of his outfit. Where did Spiderman and Batman get all their cool gadgets? Are there other people out there like me, but they are disguised in this world as “normal” adults? Maybe I need to go underground for awhile to see if I can figure out all of these webs in my brain and make some sense out of what is going on. But then again, normal life goes on, my mom has already bought me and my twin brother graduation stoles and cap and gown. How can I let my mom down?
All she has ever given me is everything she has. She has always been there to talk, give a smile and timely advice. Maybe my twin brother, John, is going through this same thing. That way I wouldn’t be alone in figuring out what to do. But he hasn’t mentioned anything to me, so that would tell me that he is not going through the same thing. I guess that option is out.
I could wait until next week, until after I walk across the stage, get my diploma and have our graduation party. But my power is growing stronger everyday and the classes at school are getting more worthless as we are gearing down for the end of the school year. If I could only get out of class and come back for the ceremonies and parties. I have to plan this out, so no one tries to stop me.
I have to pack the essentials. Maybe I can act sick and get home while no one else is there and pack a suitcase with what I’ll need to survive for a couple of weeks. I’ve saved up some money and I can leave a note with my mom so she’ll know I’m safe. First things first, I’ve got to ask to go to the bathroom and come back green. Snap, I’m trying to raise my hand and I can’t get it to move. Did these powers do something to me that I can’t handle? OK if I just concentrate I can raise my hand. Maybe I am really sick.
What is that tapping on my shoulder? What is that bright light?
“Get up, Sam,” the teacher yelled. “Wake up, detention is over.”
