Spy School Superpowers

Chapter 1. Recruitment

Ripley Residence

2107 Mockingbird Road

Vienna, Virginia

January 16

1550 Hours 

Hello! I'm Benjamin Ripley. I go to middle school every single day in my mundane and treacherous existence. I have been living on earth for exactly 4,583 days, and I have some pretty good math skills. I don't know why, but I have an uncanny ability to know exactly what time it is at that exact moment. That doesn't count if I just wake up in the morning. I also don't forget any phone numbers given to me. I'm a straight A-student and I can speak three languages. Right now, I was on the school bus to my house with my friend, Mike Brezinski.

Mike is my best friend, or a little different statement, my only friend. Everyone at my school thinks I'm a dork. Mike is pretty popular at my school, but he still talks to me. When I had seen Mike on the first day of preschool, we became friends ever since then. Mike was pretty good with girls and could hook up with one whenever he wanted. It's like, all the girls at my school like him. I don't even understand how girls even work that well. He's pretty chill too, and he isn't that serious all the time.

Mike and I were talking on the bus about superpowers. Some superpowers can be really cool, while others, can get out of control. I've read a lot of comics on superpowers and superheroes who hone and own the ability to that power. I know a lot of abilities that I can name off of at the top of my head. Like Superman with heat vision and flight, Poison Ivy with Chlorokinesis, Spider-Man with wall climbing and invisibility, Aqua man with hydrology, and a bunch more.  "If you could choose one ability to have, what would you choose?" I asked Mike while we sat in the first one row of brown seats in the yellow bus. Mike thought for a little bit, approximately 5.21 seconds.

Mike responded to my question with, "Telekinesis." I inquired and pondered on this, so I asked, "Why's that?" Mike bit his lip and thought about it. He then explained, "Because, that basically makes me invulnerable, if anyone tried to shoot me, I would be able to stop the bullets."  Smart of Mike. "What about you?" Mike asked me back. There were so many superpowers I would want to have, I didn't know which one to choose. So, I simply said, "I don't know," Mike looked at me disappointed and pressured, "Come on!" But right before he could pressure me more, the bus stopped. 

Today, Mike would be coming with me on this stop to my house. I rode the bus every single day, but only sometimes would I ride the bus with Mike. Mike was mostly a car rider, and if his mom or dad were busy at the time, he would ride the school bus. Mike was coming for a sleepover. It was Friday and he was bored, so I suggested the idea, and we decided to come to my house. My parents wouldn't arrive back until 11:45 or so, since they were working overtime today at the grocery store.

When we hopped out of the yellow school bus, the doors closed as the school bus sped away. I stared at it for a while, until it looked like a yellow speck in the distance. Then, I walked with Mike to my house. "Come on, you still don't know any?" Mike asked as he sped-walked down the concreted grey path to my house. "I told you, I don't know," I said, then added, "yet." I had to jog after Mike to keep up with him. "Last one to your house has to buy dinner!" Mike sneered, then he dashed off. Mike knew I wasn't a good runner, but I tried anyway. I took off after him down the sidewalk to my house. 

The sun shown on both of us as it was lit up on the sky. However, it was still a breeze, a cold breeze at that. It could have been 48 degrees outside, but I had on my coat. It was still January, so we were still in the winter season. In the race, I was second, as usual. "Pay me!" Mike said, holding his hand out. He wasn't even panting or sweating while I was extremely tired out. "Fine," I muttered to him as I took our gold house key and unlocked the door. When I walked in, however, there was a man sitting on the coach.