You stare blankly at the computer screen, willing yourself to have some form of inspiration for your essay. Nothing comes, except the though that you'd like to drag the person who invented essays out into the street and shoot them.
Ms. Holsten is gonna fucking kill me, you think to yourself.
Suddenly, you hear a sound, like the sound a flash of light makes.
The Power has been awoken.
"Huh?"
You stop and listen for a while longer, but hear nothing else out of the ordinary. Frustrated at losing a valuable distraction, you breathe a heavy sigh and turn back to the computer. "It's gonna be a long day," you mutter.
"Tim?"
You turn around. Standing in the doorway is your 10-year old sister Clare.
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