My Misconceptions

Don't Sneeze

Hey my Super readers!!! Sorry for the late update... I mean, when it's summer break, you tend to get distracted, a lot. So I hope this chapter makes it up. So what are you waiting for? Get reading!

Emma's POV

Mmmmmmmm, bacon, eggs, and waffles, just the way I like them. Absolutely perfect. But why the heck was everyone giving me food and staring at me like I was insane? It couldn't be because of that thing I apparently did, could it?

I devoured the rest of my food and looked around the kitchen. There had to be more food somewhere, I just had to-

My eyes snapped to Dylan who was still eating his eggs and bacon. I had a very sinister plan.

"Oh Dylan," I called. "I am still very much hungry, so can I-"

Dylan's face contorted with fear as he slid the plate of deliciousness to me.

"Please," he begged, almost making me giggle. "Just take it and don't hurt me!"

I cocked my eyebrow as Dylan scrambled out of the kitchen, leaving me with the rest of the "gang" who shuffled uncomfortably.

"Okay," I said as I stuffed my face. "Seriously, what's up?"

"We already told you," Superman, AKA Will, answered. "You lifted a two hundred pound dumb bell and threw it at Dylan! Why do you think he's most likely cowering in a corner in the living room?"

Me? Lifting a two hundred pound weight lifting instrument? Impossible! I mean have they seen me? I'm a five foot seven inch scrawny orphan girl who could barely lift ten pounds. I don't even work out! Oh yeah, I can totally lift two hundred pounds. Note the sarcasm.

"We know what you're thinking," Scott said. "You're thinking that you're too weak. But trust us, you're not. You're-"

"Not normal. You're like us," Rosie intervened.

I finished my second plate of food and shoved it aside. Then I pushed myself onto the counter and sat on it, letting my feet dangle.

"Oh my gosh!" I exaggerated with mock excitement and surprise. "Are you saying I'm a superhero?"

"Listen dip shit!" Moxie growled. "You freaking threw two hundred pounds at my boyfriend! You injured his glorious abs and his self pride! The last thing I need is to take care of a nineteen year old baby!"

I raised my hands in defense. "I don't even remember doing that!"

"Yeah," Sherbet, who seemed awkward with our group, agreed. "She seemed like a, well no offense Emily-"

"It's Emma..."

"She seemed like a little kid," she continued. "A baby in fact."

I rolled my eyes and hopped off the counter. "Maybe it, well, if it really did happen. Maybe it was a symptom."

Will narrowed his eyes at me. "Symptoms?"

"Oh right, about that," Leo started.

"She seemed really sick last night. It looked as if she seemed she was gonna pass out. Like, the more we touched her, the more she got sick," Leah interrupted.

Rosie snapped her fingers. "That explains why she acted the way she did when I touched her as well."

"Guys," Will spoke softly. "Do you not remember when we went through this? This happened when we first received our powers. We felt sick, could barely move. Some of you may have experienced it a different way, but most of us experienced it how Emma did."

I sighed. Not a normal sigh, a really, really, really, loud one, which caused everyone to set their focus on me.

"One," I said holding up my index finger. "You're all crazy to think I have superpowers, two-"