Supernova

I'm not a criminal. No matter what they say. They say I'm dangerous. I'm evil, trust me, I didn't ask to be this way.
6 weeks before
"Are you ready June?" Chelsea asked me, handing me my flash cards.
"Yeah" I answer nervously, rubbing my head from the slight migraine I have.
"Juni Alexandria Price, why do YOU want to be senior class president of the 2012 school year?" She asks putting on one of her famous smiles.
"I believe in the power of the student body, and making a difference on our school." I repeat the lines I've rehearsed a million times.
"This is it June!!!" she grabs my shoulders, and begins one of her famous speeches. Her brown eyes begin to water.
"Chels, you're gonna tear up then, your mascara is gonna run, and then you're gonna blame it on me!!" I poke her on the shoulder, jokingly.
" We're gonna be late June!!! we gotta get in the gym." Chelsea says while grabbing our stuff.
When we arrive in the gym, I take a seat at our assigned places. Chelsea grabs the seat next to me, her makeup redone, the gold eyeshadow bringing out her shiny, brown hair, and soft, brown eyes.
"We are pleased to announce the 2012 senior class president debate, our two contestants will be, Robert Duke Samson, and Juni Alexandria Price. First up, is Robert..." Our principal states in her clear crisp voice.
There is little applause as Robert takes the stage. By this time, my migraine is worse than ever. I cover my eyes trying to block out the light, so I can get ready for my part in the debate. I suddenly can't remember a single word I'm supposed to say. My migraine gets so bad, I get up, and stumble out the door, knocking a few chairs down on my way. I make my way to the bathroom, where I start to cry, because by this time, it's unbearable. Chelsea walks into the bathroom and sits next to me.
"You okay?" she asks giving me a washcloth for my head. I moan from the pain.
" I'll call your mom." She says gently.
I start to scream. A blood curdling, Bloody Mary scream. The pain is more than unbearable.
"Juni, you're glowing!!!" Chelsea yells, but I'm in to much pain to hear. I think my head is going to explode, that I can't take anymore, and finally I explode. The pain subsides, and I feel so much better. I sit up, prepared to go back into the gym and state my opinion for the debate, but what I see stops me like a ton of bricks... I've exploded the bathroom, and I don't see Chelsea anywhere...