Matt Has Powers.

                                                                  Chapter One

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I've lost all ability to be creative, I feel empty. My stories are full of non-sense. There are no details, and to be frank...my stories, they are just awful. My songs. Oh God! Dont even get me started, they are literally even worse than my stories! Its crazy!-- I used to write stories and songs all the time!...What happened!? Well, to be fair, I have been quite busy lately because of my new "talent".  I'll tell you the story...

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My mom called me down, "Matt!"

I suppose I should introduce myself.

Well, I'm Matt Rosenberg, I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. I live with my parents in Maine, however my parents are out a lot. They work for the same company , and they work a lot of hours. I used to go over to my friend's house for band practice, however the band is no longer together. They didn't like my song writing, and they were quite mean to me about it. Apparently, my songs were awful. We all got into a big argument, and we haven't talked since.--I'm an only child, so now I'm pretty lonely. Now when my parents are out, I stay home and clean...lucky me, huh?

Lets get back to the story..

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My mom called me down, "Matt!"

I ran down the long, wooden staircase, and grabbed the hot and buttery toast that my mother had made for me. I ran off, while eating the toast. I slid my shoes on, and ran out the door, so I could catch the bus, that had came earlier than normal that day, I jumped on the bus, hearing the childish highschoolers screaming, and jumping seat to seat. I sat down in the front seat, behind the bus-driver. "Why do you drive this bus, I would have stopped by now, I would have gotten way too many headaches!", I yelled, so that the bus-driver could hear me over the other kids on the bus.

"To be honest , I dont really know. I do get head-aches, lots of them too. But, I quite like being a bus-driver, I guess I dont really know why", she said with a questioning voice, almost as if she was was unsure of herself.

I heard her say something else, but I couldn't hear what it was, and I didnt bother to ask.

The bus ride seemed long, but it wasn't. The bus ride was only 30 minutes for me.

We arrived at school, the bus driver parked, and we got off the bus. I walked down the cracked stone walkway that leads to the school entry. I walked into the old, brick highschool, went to my locker, and put my books away. I grabbed the necessary items for my first class--binder, pencil, foreign language book, and my necklace that I had gotten from one of my friends before they moved away, now thats all I really have left of her. However, my first class was spanish, the class that I hated.

I walked into Spanish class, late of course. Mrs.Brown was staring at me with a glare. I ran to my seat, and sat down, she was still staring at me. "Oh, Matt..How nice of you to show up to my class, ten minutes late!", she yellled.

"I-I'm sorry Mrs.Brown, but you know, the camp!us is just so big, and I dont like to run..", I said while getting out my books, and opening to the right page to which we were reading.

Everyone laughed when I said 'I dont like to run'. They all yelled different names at me,"Fatty!, Yeah!, and Lazy! Haha Yeah! LOSER!"

"Oh fuck off!!", I yelled with rage in my eyes.

"Matt Rosenberg, Go to the office, right now!", Mrs.Brown shouted while pointing at me."

"Whatever..", I said while putting my things back into my school bag.

I got up, and stormed out of the room.

Okay, they have always been mean to me, people are dicks where I go to school, however, Im gonna go ahead and say that kids are dicks in every school.

I walked down the hallway that was filled with noisy teens rambling on about how much homework they have. I don't like noise, and I never had. The band was okay,because I liked the noise of the drums, and the gutair, so I guess I didn't really mind. But the noise of yelling teenagers isn't my cup of tea. I reached the principal's office. I didn't like the principal at all, I kind of hated her. She was an awful woman, Her name was Ms.Makenlie, people used to make jokes, saying things like, "No wonder she isn't marry, no man would be able to deal with a bitch like her!" Which, yes, I would have to agree. She was mean, really mean. Everytime you would see her walking down the school halls she would look angry. She looked as if she wanted to kill. She had fire in her eyes. She was scary.-- Luckily, I had never had to deal with her, because I had managed to stay out of trouble, most of time. This time, I couldn't hold it in though, those kids have always been calling me names, and always putting me down. I got sick of it--and now, I'm in trouble...not them. Unfair much, to me it was. 

She walked out of her office, looked down at me, and sighed. "Oh look, another one..", she said. I walked into her office, and sat down in the uncomfortable chairs which were placed in front of her desk.