Superhero or Superstar?

Trinity Thomas/Surge

"Are you really getting mad at me for an A-?!" I yelled at my parents in anger.

"We expect you to get straight A's Trinity. And don't you even dare raise your voice at us because we can block out your little social media sites and all you'll do is study." My mother replied sternly.

"That's all I've been doing since I started high school! Do you even understand how much stress and pressure you're putting on me? I'm more than likely going to be valedictorian, I am the president of Honor Society, I'm involved in as much sports and clubs as one could possibly do and it's still not enough for you!"

"How do you expect us to be entirely happy with you when you can't even achieve your full potential in your grades? An A- is not acceptable and it hasn't been since you started high school. You should know that Trinity." My dad said coldly.

"I'm a senior in high school who's accepted to the best university in Utah, and you're still treating me like a kid. You keep me locked in to do homework and extra credit. I have loads of friends yet I still feel like I don't have any at all because I can never see them after school. And while all of them are going on dates and football games on Fridays, I have books and calculators because I have studying to do on the weekends." I cried out on the brink of tears.

"This is what's best for you. All we want is the best for you and your future." He said, ignoring everything I'm trying to say.

"You're not listening!!"

I felt a surge of electricity and heat rise up inside of me. From the tips of my toes, up my spine, and into my face.

As I said that I flung my arms up in anger and distress. Purple electricity ran from my fingertips onto the ceiling making our power turn off and then back on.

"What was that?" I said worriedly bringing my arms tight against my body.

"I don't know.. What did you do, Trinity?" My father said with a slight fearful voice.

"I-I don't know, dad. It doesn't matter though, you're not using that to change the subject. I hope you know that I'm only doing this crap for you. This isn't even near what I want for myself, but it doesn't matter because as long as I live under this roof I have to deal with this abuse."

"Oh that's it! Give me your damn phone right now! You're insane Trinity. First you tell us how to run OUR household. Then you do this witchcraft crap right in front of us which we are gonna talk about later. Lastly, you're trying to tell us we're being abusive? You can't just throw words like that around. You're out of control Noriko." Shouting at me with no emotion in my mother's tone.

"That's not my name! And I'm the one who's insane? You're the ones who are the prison guards and dictators in this never ending hell I call life!! Controlling what I do everyday! And hell no I'm not giving you my phone! That's the least bit of freedom I have here."

I saw my mom coming towards me and in a fit of rage, I swung both my arms sending electricity in her direction. My parents flew across the living room. They crashed into a wall, making my picture frame fall and break from the area in which we have our portraits.

They both got up slowly, wincing with pain with every move they made. They looked at me with so much fear in their eyes.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry.." I whimpered going towards them, but they flinched and backed away.

I stopped in my steps and looked at them for a second. In that moment I couldn't think, just do. I ran out the front door as fast as I could. I ran until I was tired. I ended up in an area in Salt Lake that I didn't recognize at all. I ran down a street to see if I can make out where I am until I was knocked off my feet.

As I got up, I looked around to see what had bumped into me so hard. A few feet in front of me stood a person who appeared to be a man.

"Who are you?" I asked in confusion and with some sass to it.

"I'm Cameron Dallas... The Cameron Dallas, sweetheart." The figure took a few steps forward under a streetlight.

I was able to process what he said and see his face more clearly. It was Cameron Dallas!

Okay Trinity Noriko Ashida-Thomas. Stay calm! He's just a boy. A really hot, amazing boy that you're in love with.. Oh damn.

"Umm hello!!" He snapped, "are deaf or something? I said I'm Cameron Dallas, the internet star."

"Oh right. No need to get a big head though. I know you're famous, but you gotta stay humble."

I hope he's not an actual ass because that'd be a heartbreak I won't be able to get over.

"What are you doing here in Utah anyway? Weren't you in Cali like yesterday?" I questioned him.

"How do you think, princess? By running. With my super secret powers."

"Powers? Please! You may be incredibly famous and many of your supporters may call you their hero, but the closest thing you have to powers is being able to motivate people to stay strong. Not that it's bad, but you're not super." Happy with my response, I looked in his direction with a smug look on his face.

In a split second, he went from 3 feet away from me to 3 inches. I panicked and pushed against his chest, sending the purple lightning from my shoulders to his body. Making him stumble back a few feet.

"Oh my Lord! Are you okay??" I asked worriedly.

"Yea, I'm fine. My body stings right now, but I heal quickly. What was that though? What are you?" Confusion in his tone.

"I honestly don't know, it keeps on happening though.. Now my turn. How did you get so close to me so fast?"

"Like I said, with my supersecret powers." He winked.

With that he ran off, blowing a gust of wind in my face.

What the hell? What is he? What am I? Is it possible to go on a trip without taking LSD? I need a drink...