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The Flying
Girl
I’ve never really fit in,
but yesterday somehow in
the middle of English class I accidentally burnt a big hole in the
front of my shirt. It just happened, spontaneous bra combustion,
or something. I had to tape several of those scratchy brown paper
towels together and to my shirt so I could finish the day without
flashing somebody. Not only did I have to do that, but I had this
awful burnt rubber and singed hair smell. Well, I just couldn’t
take it anymore, I was now a freak. So, after going home, I went
up to the top of the house and jumped off. Imagine my surprise
when I learned that I could fly.
Plan foiled, I flew to the St. Charles
River and threw myself in. Foiled again! I could somehow
breathe underwater. I was so mad, although it was pretty neat to
see all the fish and stuff. The water was nasty though. It
tasted like fishy old feet and mud. Since I couldn’t drown
myself, I had to think of another way to do it.
I went back home and found my dad’s
sharpest hunting knife. You know, one of those huge things that
normally no one wants to mess with. I went to the bathroom so I
wouldn’t make a huge mess and sliced my wrists. It hurt like
hell! I can’t believe how hard you actually have to press in
order to cut deep enough. It was kinda pretty to sit there and
watch the dripping blood make a lacework design in the tub. I’m
sure you’ve already guessed what happened next. My arms
healed! No kiddin, I was sitting there watching the blood drip
and the next thing I knew, I was watching the skin mold itself back
together. Kinda like the way you smooth a seam in clay.
So here I am, this incredible flying
clay woman who can breathe under water. I knew there had to be
something that would be my weakness. All superheroes have
weaknesses. I went to the Harvard Square T station and jumped
down onto the tracks. Nope, the electricity just tickled
me. I wait for the T and I passed right through it, just like a
ghost. I went to the zoo and got bitten by a snake, wrestled both
a bear and a lion, jumped under a sitting rhino, and swam with biting
sharks. Nothing worked!
Man, I was tired. It was late; so I
decided to go home and give it a night before I tried anything
else. My mom was waiting for me when I got in. She had
found my shirt and the blood in the bathroom. But unlike most
mom’s who would be freaking out, she just explained to me that it was
normal. All girls had to go through this when they hit maturity
and though it seemed like a big thing, it really wasn’t. I told
her it wasn’t what she thought and that she didn’t understand.
She just smiled and said that when it happened to her, she burned her
hair right from her head. She had to wear a hat for several
months until it grew back a little. She told me that all the
girls have superpowers and that I just happened to find mine a little
early. A little relieved, I went to bed.
When I woke up this morning, I looked in
the mirror and nothing seemed different. It was the same old me
staring back. I climbed up on my bed and jumped off and landed on
the floor with a loud thump. Mom came running in to see what
happened. I told her that I couldn’t fly anymore. She gave
me a look like I was crazy and took my temperature. I asked her
if it was normal to lose powers. She gave me another look and
called the doctor. I decided not to say anything else. The
doctor told Mom that I was just sleep walking and that it wasn’t
anything to worry about and that I should get some rest. We came
home and Mom put me to bed and told me to go to sleep. The thing
she doesn’t know is that when she was doing the dishes, I jumped out of
the window and flew to school to get my homework. I guess I
didn’t lose them after all.