I was confused, and quite frankly a little scared. I’ve heard from my mom that puberty changes the body, at least that’s what she says when she’s talking to my sister about it, but this, this is insane, but then again from her talks I don’t think I’m old enough to go through puberty, I am only 7years old, but either way seemingly in one day I’ve developed two super powers. I could read minds, and now I have super strength. I need to talk to someone about this before I lose my mind, for god sakes I broke a guys shoulder. Josiah was a jerk, but not even he deserved that. I was going to tell Jake, after all he is my best friend, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare him, heck I was having trouble not scaring myself. I decided to wait, to tell my mom, but the only problem with that plan was that I had to wait after school to talk to her, AND I NEED SOMEONE NOW! Well I’m just going to have to suck it up and wait.
School was nothing but torture. It was like my whole body was waging war on itself. If I wasn’t concentrating on not reading minds, then I was concentrate on not breaking my fragile pencils and desk, and making sure I’m using the necessary strength when it comes to opening doors and giving my friends high fives, I don’t want either of them to go flying. I’ve already broke a door today, I was able to convince my teachers that it was because of poor workmanship, that the door went flying off its hinges, but I don’t think that lie will last forever. I could hear the thoughts of every person in the school, I swear does this thing have a off button. It was almost getting to the point that I could not hear the actual words coming out of people’s mouths.
Some how I was able to make it through the day, with very little teachers mad at me. I wasted no time getting home as soon as school was out. I had to tell my mom right away of the things that had happened to me. I soon make it to the apartment complex. Me and my family live in a three bed room apartment, as far as apartment complexes go our apartment was pretty big, and was a good place to call home.
I run up to the door and open it.
“Bang!”
The door goes flying off the hinges, with small pieces of wood falling everywhere. Ah man I forgot my mom always kept the door locked, so that situation was like a unstoppable force meeting a movable object, the door didn’t stand a chance.
The door had been right next to the living room, which was the area my mom was, sitting on our brown leather couch watching Tv, so she got a front row seat to my little display of strength, and she looked at me surprised as ever. Well the bright side was that I no longer had to explain as much, also she would probably believe me when I tell her my story.
“I’m home.”
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