"Hey, Kristy!" said Kandy, waving me over to our lunch table. Dora was sitting beside her, poking her salad awkwardly. Typical Dora. I walked over, anxious to tell them about what I had heard that morning with Mr. Weinstein. "Where'd you run off to this morning?" she asked with a curious expression on her face.
"I had to ask Mr. Weinstein about something, but I can't tell you everything here." I whispered. We ate our lunches quickly and looked for somewhere private to talk. We settled for a closet, which ironically is why we need to talk in the first place.
"Okay, you both know the story of Britney getting locked in here, right?" I asked. The nodded, with smiles on their faces. Then I gave them both this really serious look and they manned up.
"Okay, this may sound crazy, but I think I locked her in there." I said quietly.
"What? That's impossible!" said Kandy, "We were with you the whole time!"
"No, I mean with my... mind." I said stupidly. They both looked really confused. "No, let me explain! Okay so first me and Britney are fighting, then, I yell that I wished she'd get locked up somewhere, and, next thing you know is she's actually locked up!" I panted. That was one long sentence.
"Well, do you have any proof?" said Dora from her corner. We both looked at her. She hadn't spoken since we got here and I had sorta forgotten about her.
"Umm.... not really," I said. They looked at me skeptically, "But c'mon guys, logically, doesn't that make sense?"
"Logically? You're suggesting you locked someone in a closet with your mind!!" yelled Kandy.
"Hey, I'm telling the truth! I know I'm right just let me prove it!" I yelled and stormed out of the closet. I kept walking until I made it outside and shivered in the cold, November air. As I stood there, alone, I realised what I had just done. I had slammed the door on my two best friends. How could I have been so heartless? All for some stupid theory. Their probably right, it is impossible. I got my hopes up for nothing. I was walking inside when I noticed something glint on the ground in the sunlight. I picked it up. It was a small metalic pin with the letters E.T.H ingraved on it. I turned it over, and on the other side, just bellow the pin was a small metal symbol of a fist. I pocketed it and went inside. I was wondering what it was when I bumped into James and his friends.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I said, blushing.
"Hey, Kristy!" said James brightly. "Not a problem, we should've been watching where we were going."
"Oh, yeah well that's alright." I said awkwardly. I couldn't quite meet his eye after the dance. Since I now knew how he felt about me everything got super weird. I've never had a guy say that to me before and I guess I, well for lack of a better word, froze up.
"Well, I'll see you later!" he said, walking away. His friends followed, clearly pissed off at me for 'stealing' him. Could this day get any worse? I asked myself.
After lunch the Grade 9s had an assembly so we all missed third period. That sucked because it would've been art and I was looking forward to it. The assembly was about the upcoming Take Your Kid to Work Day on Friday. Sounds fun, I thought to myself, considering my dad works at a labratory specializing in neuro science. I thought jumped into my mind: what if they know what happened to me and Britney on Friday? I suddenly got a lot more excited for it. Looks like I underestimated my bad luck yet again.
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My life as a teenage superhero
Science FictionKristy Parks isn't your average 14-year-old. She's not into fashion and romance like other girls. While other girls are dreaming about becoming Victoria's secret models, she is wishing to fight crime along side Batman. But, as the old saying goes, b...