Trapped

Chapter 1:

"OW!", I yelped as I struggled back onto my feet after being struck in the head with a dogdeball. "Keep your eye on the ball, princess!", shouted Stephanie, from the oppisite side of the gym. Hmmph! Stephanie, I never really cared for her, she had all the boys wrapped around her finger, and the drama babbling out of her filthy mouth. I chuckled quietly as I noticed her once soft long brown hair, now tangled up and wild. She looks like she's just been in a wrestling match with a lion. I could never fully understand why she didn't like me. All day she's been trying to get me out of the game, she has succeeded.

I walked over to the deserted bench, guess I was the first one out. I was always the first one out of these things, that's why I never really tried out for sports, mainly because I sucked. Secondly, because when I'm outraged... things can get a little wild. I haven't learned to completely control whatever I have, so I try to keep my distance between things that can really pull my strings. That's why I guess I consider myself a loner, because I just really dont want to expose my powers to the public. My friends would always want me to accompany them to a party or trip to the mall, but I always refuse, it really isn't my thing, atleast not anymore.

Before I learned of this so called 'power' of mine, I was so socialized. Joined my friends in wherever they would go, with not a single doubt in the world. Now I much prefer to stay at home and investigate whatever the hell I possess. My parents and maybe a store cashier are the only ones who know. I'm so gratefull that they never decided to turn me in to a science facility or something. I don't want the world to just think of me as some kind of mutant child.

Maybe it'll be a good thing to be known as a mutant child. I might get to join The Avengers. They're the world's new Mightiest Heores. They formed last year, due to this weird looking purple alien dude who decided to kill over thousands of people to impress his love from another world, Death. I remember hearing about this on the news, I was terrified. Thankfully, they stopped it before it could go any further. Now, they just lounge around Stark Tower, until they are needed again.

'What was I saying to myself again? That it'd be a good thing to be known, and that I might even be an Avenger? FUCK NO, NEVERMIND! If I become one of them (which I hope the opportunity never comes, might not anyway) I'll be known all over the world! I'll be famous and probably would never feel what peace is like again... I don't want all the publicity. I just want to be normal 17 year old girl. I should keep my powers a little more low-key...'