Time for School

Eve

The following morning, I woke up with a very pleased smile on my face. I groaned quietly, happily stretching out on the bed. I'd had a great dream last night where I was knee-deep in a huge orgy with all the girls I'd spoken to the previous day. Aside from a fairly unsurprising case of morning wood, once again I felt like my muscles were just packed with power. They felt as tense and as strong as the previous morning.

I pulled my knees to my chest and calmly thrust myself up onto the edge of the bed. I scratched the back of my head and thought for a moment as I smacked my lips. Why did I feel so strong? Was it seriously my imagination getting the better of me or was I somehow bulking up without doing anything? Again, my arms looked just the same as they ever did but I just had to know what the deal was.

Curious, I stood up and walked over to my computer desk. That wooden thing was stuffed with so many books and games and, of course, the heavy computer itself that it weighed an ungodly amount. What if, just maybe, I was able to move it on my own? I felt a bit hesitant as I squatted down and grabbed the underside of the desk. There was no way this was going to happen.

Then, in shock and awe, I lifted that heavy desk—all of it. And yet, I was hardly putting out any effort. It felt so easy. I somehow managed to pull it up about a foot in height before slowly letting it drop to the ground. I stood up, staring at the desk in disbelief. I didn't feel any worse for wear. In fact, I felt great. I couldn't possibly imagine where I'd gotten such strength from. Between that, the time stopping and the materializing objects... things were getting very interesting.

Everything still looked as vibrant and as colorful as before on my way to the bus stop. It was as though my eyes wanted to experience everything there was to offer. The cool air was a nice touch to really awaken my senses. I began to think about my newfound strength and wondered just how strong I actually was. I figured I could try to pick a fight with a jock or something and see how that went... but what would be the point? Aside from the very real possibility of getting my ass kicked, what would happen if I actually won? How would I even explain it?

I didn't care for fighting anyway. I would've much rather used that strength to lift a burning car off of a trapped dog or save an old lady from a burning house and jump out of the house just as a bad-ass explosion goes off behind us. ...I seemed to have fire on the brain for some reason. Perhaps it was just my blazing spiritand my ignited passion for life! ...Or maybe I just thought fire was cool, I dunno.

A few minutes later, the non-burning bus came to pick us up and take us to school. I found that, in the morning, I really didn't care about taking the seat on the bus all to myself. The random guy sitting next to me didn't care to bring it up either. I was enjoying myself just taking in the sights as they rolled on by, being glad that none of it was on fire.

The bus rolled to a stop once reaching our destination. We disembarked from its confines and headed out onto school grounds. It was roughly the same time as it got there yesterday but as I walked through the main gates, I didn't see Eve this time. I must have just missed her. I shrugged and decided to go actually have some breakfast instead of missing it again. To make up for time, I decided to enact my previous trick of stopping time once I'd sat down with my food. When I was done, I resumed time and went to throw my tray away. No one was any the wiser.

It was a bright, sunshiny morning. I was feeling so great after having an actual meal that I barged out of the cafeteria and marched straight toward my usual sitting place with my friends.

"Psst," a voice called out to me from nearby, bringing me to a curious halt. I quickly looked over and saw Frank, Josh and Brandon all hanging out together against the wall of the cafeteria building. I was quite confused as I walked up to them.