"Hey, Everhet? What happened that day, last year?" August asked. Him, Jackson and Everhet all sat at Jackson's house, watching TV and eating pizza on the couch.
"What day?" Everhet politely cut his pizza using a fork and knife instead of what August was doing, chewing string cheese that stretched a mile away from his face and accidentally peeling the cheese off the dough.
"When we met in fourth grade, what was that... thing... that happened? When I was running towards you?" He said through clenched teeth. He was disappointed when the cheese stretched too much and slid right off the bread and onto his lap. "Ow! Shoot, that's hot!" He panicked and wiped it onto the floor.
"Oh. Well, I'm psychic." Jackson jerked his head to look at him, but August looked skeptical. "I can use my mind to manipulate reality or do what I did to you that day. For example..." he waved two fingers in the air in a weird formation and pushed his fingers further away from him. Then, right through the doors, some napkins flew in past Jackson's very confused but uninterested cats. August looked at the paper towels, wide-eyed as a deer in the headlights.
"Wow! Thanks! But why didn't you hesitate this time, but never said anything for a year?" August wiped off his beige cargo pants, which left a hot red stain.
"Well, I thought it would've been obvious, but I didn't know if I could trust you two with my secret yet." Everhet continued eating peacefully.
"What if I'm secretly a bad guy? RAWR!" Jackson leapt to his feet and held his hands in the air like a monster, his plate falling off his lap and onto the wood floor, covered in cat hair. "Aw!"
"Uh, five second rule?"
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The Fourtitude: A Narrative of Naivety
ActionA group of four chosen friends acquire superhuman abilities to fight off the evil forces of the galaxy. The humble beginnings of the four don't go so well, but always add a thrill to their lives. This is an absolutely terrible book. I hate this one...
