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Putting myself in the public eye as some sort of superpowered hero would have repercussions. I guarantee not all of them would be positive, no matter what Ryan says. Could I really do it? Would it really be worth it? Did I even want to? I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t a decision I could just make on a whim because Ryan charmed me into it.
With so much looming over me, I was pretty withdrawn the rest of the week. I didn’t do much besides go to class, and I kept taking off to do my homework where I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone.
The wonderful thing about having the entire continent at my disposal is that I can always find a nice, quiet, beautiful place to think. The Grand Canyon is my favorite. Lake Tahoe and Mount Rushmore are a couple of my other usual haunts, but by Saturday afternoon I found myself sitting in the stands of the Colorado State University stadium. Sac State was playing them today.
I’d originally come to watch Ryan play, but I found myself more interested in the strangers sitting around me. As I sat there watching them, I tried to imagine their lives. I tried to imagine them needing help and coming to their rescue. I tried to imagine what their responses would be to someone like me.
I just didn’t know what to do. I needed another opinion.
I thought about talking to my parents, but my dad would freak. I tell my parents everything and value their opinions, but my dad wouldn’t even think about this. He wouldn’t consider the possibility at all. He’s way too paranoid and afraid of losing me. Usually I can count on my mom to side with me, but on this issue she’d back Dad one hundred percent. No, I couldn’t talk to them. Not yet, anyway.
I cast my gaze to the small cluster of girls bouncing on the sidelines not too far from the football team. Becky looked so happy doing back handsprings and toe touches. Out there on the field with her girlfriends she looked like the old Becky, the happy one who had so much confidence. She’d been through something traumatic and had almost completely recovered. As I watched her smile and cheer, I realized how much I admired her and needed her friendship.
Obviously I knew Ryan’s take on the issue of me becoming a superhero, and the only other person I ever really confided in was Becky, but she didn’t know the truth about me. Again, I contemplated telling her my secret. The longer I kept my powers from Becky, the dirtier the secret felt. Plus, I just really wanted her to be a part of this. I wanted her opinion.
And just like that, I’d made my decision. I was going to break the biggest superhero rule. I was going to go against everything my parents have always told me and tell Becky the truth about me.
I justified my decision by telling myself it might actually be a good thing to see her reaction. Ryan handled learning the truth just fine, but then Ryan handles everything just fine. Becky’s would be a more normal reaction. Maybe it would give me an idea as to whether or not people would turn on me if they knew what I could do. Would they be excited, or just afraid? Would Becky be scared of me? I hoped not.
I was on my bed a few hours later, nose buried in a Western civilization textbook when she came in the door lugging a duffel bag almost as big as she was.
“Hey! Welcome back! How was the game?”
Becky cheerfully tossed her duffel aside and pounced on my bed. “We won!”
I was thrown by the excitement in her voice, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in over a year. “What is it?” I asked, completely abandoning my own agenda for her good news. She blushed and I changed my question. “Okay, who is it?”
Becky cringed and blushed even deeper. “Am I really so obvious?”
“No. I just know you that well, and that’s a look I haven’t seen on your face since, well, since we became friends. Who is he and how did you meet him?”
“Well, on the flight home the girls were talking about having a little
Putting myself in the public eye as some sort of superpowered hero would have repercussions. I guarantee not all of them would be positive, no matter what Ryan says. Could I really do it? Would it really be worth it? Did I even want to? I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t a decision I could just make on a whim because Ryan charmed me into it.
With so much looming over me, I was pretty withdrawn the rest of the week. I didn’t do much besides go to class, and I kept taking off to do my homework where I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone.
The wonderful thing about having the entire continent at my disposal is that I can always find a nice, quiet, beautiful place to think. The Grand Canyon is my favorite. Lake Tahoe and Mount Rushmore are a couple of my other usual haunts, but by Saturday afternoon I found myself sitting in the stands of the Colorado State University stadium. Sac State was playing them today.
I’d originally come to watch Ryan play, but I found myself more interested in the strangers sitting around me. As I sat there watching them, I tried to imagine their lives. I tried to imagine them needing help and coming to their rescue. I tried to imagine what their responses would be to someone like me.
I just didn’t know what to do. I needed another opinion.
I thought about talking to my parents, but my dad would freak. I tell my parents everything and value their opinions, but my dad wouldn’t even think about this. He wouldn’t consider the possibility at all. He’s way too paranoid and afraid of losing me. Usually I can count on my mom to side with me, but on this issue she’d back Dad one hundred percent. No, I couldn’t talk to them. Not yet, anyway.
I cast my gaze to the small cluster of girls bouncing on the sidelines not too far from the football team. Becky looked so happy doing back handsprings and toe touches. Out there on the field with her girlfriends she looked like the old Becky, the happy one who had so much confidence. She’d been through something traumatic and had almost completely recovered. As I watched her smile and cheer, I realized how much I admired her and needed her friendship.
Obviously I knew Ryan’s take on the issue of me becoming a superhero, and the only other person I ever really confided in was Becky, but she didn’t know the truth about me. Again, I contemplated telling her my secret. The longer I kept my powers from Becky, the dirtier the secret felt. Plus, I just really wanted her to be a part of this. I wanted her opinion.
And just like that, I’d made my decision. I was going to break the biggest superhero rule. I was going to go against everything my parents have always told me and tell Becky the truth about me.
I justified my decision by telling myself it might actually be a good thing to see her reaction. Ryan handled learning the truth just fine, but then Ryan handles everything just fine. Becky’s would be a more normal reaction. Maybe it would give me an idea as to whether or not people would turn on me if they knew what I could do. Would they be excited, or just afraid? Would Becky be scared of me? I hoped not.
I was on my bed a few hours later, nose buried in a Western civilization textbook when she came in the door lugging a duffel bag almost as big as she was.
“Hey! Welcome back! How was the game?”
Becky cheerfully tossed her duffel aside and pounced on my bed. “We won!”
I was thrown by the excitement in her voice, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in over a year. “What is it?” I asked, completely abandoning my own agenda for her good news. She blushed and I changed my question. “Okay, who is it?”
Becky cringed and blushed even deeper. “Am I really so obvious?”
“No. I just know you that well, and that’s a look I haven’t seen on your face since, well, since we became friends. Who is he and how did you meet him?”
“Well, on the flight home the girls were talking about having a little
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