Dylan

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DYLAN SINCLAIR
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clean guy is my dad

They say when you lose one of your senses the other ones are heightened.

What I'm hearing is that some people have superpowers, now hear me out, I don't know how many people are on this earth but there's a lot, probably like 30 gazillion but then if you add the number of pets there are and how many animals have superpowers like bolt, but pets are animals and now that I think about it animals shouldn't be pets anyways they should be free or they'll run away like cats and my pet frog well technically jimmy leaped away but I still want pet but shouldn't want one and, I'm getting off topic. Anyway the point is I have super powers.

I had closed my eyes to convince myself that I was sleeping, but I was fooling myself. Not even a polar bear could sleep in this heat, I mean cold well they could but, look that's not the point. I have powers, super ones. I have superpowers.

So my superpowers were discovered when I was pretending to sleep and heard an alarm go off but if was really far away, so I have super-hearing and it's only a matter of time before my other powers kick in. But then instead of running from my local feds I'll be running from the government, or so they think. By the time they catch onto the fact that I have powers I'll be the one chasing and hunting them down for making me survive the pile of shit that they call their childcare system. And for making me live without the clean guy.

The tall, clean guy.

I remember him he had green eyes like me, brown hair like me, dimples like me. This dude was really trying to be like me, someone has to tell him there's only one Dylan Sinclair.

He was taller that me though, showoff.

But he didn't have as many freckles as me, sucker.

I'd been thinking about the guy that much that it's as if I'd started hallucinating, because I saw him walking to towards me.

I've read about this once, no I haven't. But in one of the nature channel documentaries I watched, no it wasn't that either, but there was this one movie,

"Ugh what's it called?"

"What's what called?" A painful shout left my mouth as I covered my ears.

"I know your just a hallucination but that doesn't mean you can just go screaming as you please," I looked around before hesitantly giving up me secret, "I have super- hearing."

I let out a breath, it felt good to get that off my chest.

I've always wanted to run my hand through a hologram, hallucination, same thing.

But my hand keeps getting blocked by flesh and bones and muscle and a person, wait so not a hallucination.

Cautiously standing on the bench I wasn't at eye level but I could reach his face, I quickly pocked his face before retracting my hand with immense speed, I think my super speed is starting to show itself, but yup he's real, and tall and my dad.

Oh shit yeah, clean guy is my dad.

NICHOLAS SINCLAIR

My daughter is poking my face.

She just keeps poking it and then her arm retracts really quickly, she's looking at me as if I'm the weirdo in this situation.