Super

Chapter 3: Everybody Loves Blueberry Pancakes

I let out a yawn and stretched. It was late on a Saturday night, and I really should have gone to sleep but Peter had given me that list of assignments he'd told me about and I found myself with the desire to finish a week's worth of work in two days.

I'm going to be a workaholic, aren't I? I might be one already...

I let out a small prayer that whoever I fell in love with had the power to convince me to slow down on so much work. Hopefully, they could persuade me to take care of myself first... and cook for me. 

Love me, feed me and never leave me! That's what I'd say.

My mom had already come over to scold me and to try to get me to rest. She reminded me that my teachers had promised to give me time and that I just got out of the hospital and should take it slow. I hadn't forgotten that, but I didn't believe that my teachers would be that generous.

They might say that to a worried parent, but the game changed when it was just the student and the teacher in the classroom. They would probably ask me how I was first, see if I had any visible injuries, especially if my dominant hand was alright or not, and when they saw that I was fine, they'd expect the homework that was due for that day.

Quite cruel, wasn't it? Ah, teachers and their demands.

Well, I wouldn't be comfortable with all this homework over my head anyway. And I felt fine, probably even felt better than before.

I felt... stronger, somehow. My body felt lighter and my movements were quicker than before as well. It was almost like my body upgraded after the fall, especially considering the whole ordeal with my eyesight (my parents were taking me to the optometrist on Monday).

Then, it hit me.

It was probably just the delirium that came with staying up so late with a Calculus book—I see numbers everywhere—or the caffeine I had to stay awake was getting to me, but a thought suddenly came to me. I was 99% sure that what I was thinking was impossible, yet the hundreds of stories I'd gone through made me doubt and the child inside me wanted to try it out.

First, however, let's see if I meet the criteria.

1. Outsider of some kind? Check, I'm a nerd and a survivor of bullying.

2. Sense of righteousness and justice? Duh!

3. Strong morals? Never leave the house without them!

4. Good looking? Well... hopefully. Depends who you ask I guess. You know, that condition really isn't fair.

5. Arch nemesis? Um, TBD.

Well, that's pretty much everything. Am I missing something? Oh!

6. Love interest? ...Maybe.

Okay! Now that's everything. That means that it's time for the test.

So, how do I confirm that I have superpowers?

I swiveled in my swiveling chair, my brows furrowed in concentration as I thought of how to test this out. I could hear the logical side of my brain chastising me for entertaining this ridiculous thought, but the sleep deprivation and the high from the all the chocolate I ate muted it.

I stopped the swiveling. I was facing my desk and looked at the pencil in front of me. I moved a bit further away from the desk and then I lifted my hand.

Levitate... Levitate... Um... Wingardium Leviosa!

Nope, that didn't work. Back to swiveling.