It took about a minute of scrolling up and down the pixelated list next to his profile picture before Josh decide, "It's a bunch of baloney. A handheld game I found in the forest which possibly fell from the sky has the ability to give people superpowers, yay right sounds like something a wannabe writer on a lame writing sight...what who am I talking to?"
It was true he was alone in his room but he could just make out the shuffling of somebody downstairs.
"let's prove it. again stop talking to yourself, Josh." he did have a bad habit of doing it. Mary stated as much.
Mary Dundee, the most pretty teenager on the street, if Josh had powers he could surely impress her.
Selecting 'flight' because why not and pressed the black button on the right-hand side.
A warm feeling came over Josh along with a moment of vertigo, both disappeared as soon as they came, "I need to lie down," Josh moaned. Walking to his bed he tripped over his hiking boots, falling straight to his rock-hard floor which from experience could leave a nasty bone fracture. Yet he never landed.
An inch from the cold stone he just stopped, suspended in the air as if by an invisible cord. Blankly Josh looked at the empty space between himself and his bedroom floor.
Is he flying? Wait no this is floating not flying.
"Up," he said simply, and then "ow" when the back of his head hit the ceiling. Josh down at his dangling legs, "I'm flying," slowly he moved himself from side to side in the empty air of his room with his will alone, "I'm flying," Striking a superman flying pose Josh made multiple circles of eight, each faster than the last, "I'm flying!"
This was beyond cool, beyond absolute mega awesome even. The device worked, he could give himself any superpower and there were a lot.
"Hey Josh do you have laundry," called mom with a strong knock. Oh right, my washing. Expertly Josh quickly descended landing square-footed on the floor, taking a bow to an imaged audience. Then rush around the room mad, grabbing whatever clothes lay about and flinging them into the washing basket, "Must see if there is a superpower to make clothes clean themselves."
Opening the door Josh hands his washing to mom with a broad smile on his face, "Why are you happy?"
"Oh, just realizing how great my life is right now."
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