Fate

-Monday, first day of school.

Fans are stupid, aren't they?

I mean, I just don't understand how someone can be so obsessed with another someone just because they're rich, famous, and beautiful.

For example, the Disney movie of two thousand and ten, 'StarStruck', yeah it was a really cute movie and I did actually enjoy it, though I am extremely picky when it comes to movies. The only thing that bugged me about that movie was the sister's obsession. It literally drove me mad. She knew when he goes to the bathroom, which beach he hangs out at specific times, and everything-EVERYTHING about the poor guy. Like come on already, let him breathe.

I glance down at my text again.

-Kim- Come on Lisa, I know you like Henry Cavill. He's rich, famous, and absolutely hot, especially in that tight Superman costume.

My fingers hover over my keyboard, unsure how to reply to that. Hmmmm?

-Me- Yes, he's definitely one hot human being, but who cares he's just another good looking guy cast for Superman, the super-powered good looking guy. It's all logic there, so stop being a goofy teenaged girl fan, okay?

Her reply comes a minute later.

-Kim- I'm not a fan.

-Me- Couldn't fool me.

That's when there's a beep outside, announcing the arrival of weeelll Kim.

Stuffing my phone into my jeans pocket, I swing my knapsack over my shoulder, and head out.

"Soooo junior year, what do you think?" Kim asks as I buckle my seat-belt.

"One more year until graduation, duh."

She laughs. "Come on, don't you just love the thrill of being stuck in a stuffy classroom about nine hours a day pretending to take notes?"

"Uh, no."

Her fingers begin to tap on the steering wheel as we wait patiently for the red light to change. "Well, back to our text convo. Mr. Dashing Henry Cavill, a.k.a actor for Superman has sick superpowers, right?"

"Yes."

"Sooo if you could be like him, what would you want your superpower to be?"

I bite my inner cheek, thinking. Since I'm not really a fan of Superman, I haven't really put it into much thought. And since I didn't really put it into much thought, I'm not really sure I have one.

"Yes?"

I look over at my best friend. "I don't believe I really have one."

She removes one hand from the steering wheel to point a red painted finger at me. "You're a liar Lisa Brown, everyone has a dream superpower. Mine is shapeshifting. I would transform myself into some beautiful, tall, blonde, blue-eyed chic."

Rolling my eyes, I say, "Fine, I'll like to be able to control people's minds, so I can change that ridiculous thought of you becoming a shapeshifter, just so you can make yourself more beautiful than you already are, happy?"

She glares at me, her eyes not fixed on the road.

"Watch out," I shout, as a black cat, a bad, bad omen, appears on the road right before us.

Kim lets out a yelp, as she spins the steering wheel, making us swerve. But the street is too narrow; we hit the poor cat straight on.

"Oh my god, I just ran over a cat!" Kim's face is as white as a ghost, "Lisa please tell me I didn't kill it?"

Inhaling and then exhaling deeply, I step out of the car. I know that Kim pukes from any disgusting sight, but still why do I have to be the one to see a squished furball.

To my surprise, I find the cat still intact; it's deep, yellow-green eyes staring at me, causing chills to creep up my spine, for I can swear they were glowing for a second before.

"So?"

I watch the life fade from the creature's eyes. "It's, it's not here. It must have run into one of the bushes in front of McGregor's house," I lie, climbing back into the passenger's seat, and seatbelting myself in.

"Phew, I was so afraid that I killed it, which would make me a murderer and then I won't be able to live with myself." She wipes at her face, erasing the few tears she shed.

I look away.