Charles Johnson:The beginning

Today I wake up with another one of these dreadful markings on my chest. But this one is getting closer to my neck; it is only a matter of time for it to grow visible for somebody to notice and ask questions like: "How old are you? , Why do you have tattooes at this age? , Are you in a gang?". But the truth is that I'm a really weird kid. I have advanced human traits like I can run very fast. I'm not as fast as the flash, but I can probably hang with the supersonic crew if I wanted to. I also have a great amount of strength. The heaviest thing that I've lifted is my dad's pic-up. But there's this one power that I have that is better than the other two. I call it "the pause". Alright now don't make fun of the name. I came up with it when I was eight and it stuck. I discovered my powers around that age but that's a story for another time. Now here's a story of what happens when you live a life like mine. Now this really happened as a past experience and I'm not making any of it up; chill out and shut up; it's story time.

  So today is another day to my twelve year sentence to the jail that we all call school. I make good grades and all but it's really boring and doesn't interest me. But I do like the friends I have, I'm kinda in the middle of popular and average;  this isn't going to be an underdog stor where the hero is born out of dust and finds his place in the stars; it's not so if you like those "oh well". But back to the topic at hand. My friends are Howard and Jerome they are the only two people out side of my family who know about my powers. They're pretty cool about it and I'm glad they know how to keep a secret. Kids at my school leak rumors like their life was on the line. That's why I I set boundaries on the people I mess with because in reality you can't trust anybody but your family. So right now it's passing periods and I'm getting my books out of my locker and i see this girl and she needs help so I walk over to her and she asks me to hold her books while she bends over and grabs her lunch box but her shirt gets caught one of the hooks and as I go and help her my body is in the worst possible position ever. So if you were watching you probably would be thinking I doing more than helping her. So as I'm just there with her stuck in a dry-humping some random girl, The worst person decides to show up. The boxing coach. Now I can't blame him for doing what he did because his wife was raped and murdered ,two years ago and this probably set him off. So he pulls me up and pins me against the wall with a great deal of power and starts his interrogation/accusation. But today, this morning, I opened my box of lucky charms and there were no more marshmallows so it was basically Cheerios and I only eat honey nut Cheerios. So I was in a bad mood already. So when i felt that rage when he had me against the wall I let it lose and  threw him fifteen feet down the hall. It didn't look like I hurt him but I didn't get a good look because I was already being escorted down the hall to the principles office.