• Can you keep a secret?

    I have my own super power.

    I don't think it's helpful though. But I do believe it's quite an advantage for others.

    Don't get me wrong, I have two very normal parents and live a quite...normal?... life while attending a normal high school.

    When I'm walking through the hallways, all I got to do is use my super power to get to my next class. Although it does take me a while still. I guess my power is more like "saving the hassle of others" than saving their lives. Oh well.

    I'm practically using it at every waking moment; even at home. It's fine, my parents don't get mad or anything. They barely notice. You can't get mad at something you don't even notice! Hmm unless you know you're not noticing something that you should notice... but that's a different story.

    Do you have a guess at what my power is yet? Oh, pity.

    As usual, I got up for school six-thirty in the morning. I was soon sitting on a bench that was nailed right next to a post that said "Bus stop". I listened to my iPod as I tapped my foot and held onto my thick binder, minding my own business.

    In a few minutes, a group of chattery girls came. Two sat on the other side of the bench. The other three were left standing; I sighed as I stood up and let them take over the bench. I continued to listen to the soothing rhythm of my music as I let my hair cover my face. Fifteen minutes passed and the yellow blob of metal finally arrived. I got on first and walked to my "assigned" seat which was semi-back.

    I've already been using my power since those girls came. Know it yet? Well, I'm sure you'll get it pretty soon.


    I dumped all the heavy books into my locker and took out a lighter binder and a book that had papers sticking out of it. The bell was about to ring soon so I hurried and sped through the hallways. I heard laughing and cat-calls. If you don't know my power yet, maybe you'll get it now then.
    I swerved to the side of the hallway as a crowd of guys from the lacrosse team walked by with their sticks and huge backpacks.

    One of them that was walking along the side slammed into my arm. A pain shot up to my shoulder and my binder landed on my foot while the papers in my textbook was sliding across the hallways where people's feet were creating their own signatures on the forms that I needed for my first class of the day. I didn't hear a sorry; so I quickly went down on my knees and grabbed for as many papers as I could without getting stepped on.

    What's 352+96?

    That's how many times my hands had been stepped on this week as of today. It was Wednesday.

    I managed to grab all the ruined papers back into my textbook. I stared down at the floor as I finally made it to my first class... late. No one looked up when the door closed. Everyone kept looking down at their own papers. The teacher kept his back to the class and write on the board. I walked to my seat and slowly caught up with the rest of the class.

    If you don't know what my power is yet, then they must be too powerful for you to even notice. Promise not to tell anyone?


    Invisibility.