As the sad mother of Bill Clinton, I am here to apologize for his actions in office. His immature behavior was completely inappropriate and undeserved by the entire nation. Though there is a reasonable explanation for his actions. As a child, Billy was dropped on his head by his father. His flat head shows the proof of this. Poor Billy’s mind was disorganized from then on. It’s quite obvious that the whole Monika Lewinski thing was due to his head injury. You see, his vision has never been the same since his father dropped him. His blurred vision corrupted his vision of Monika, that night, and he mistakenly thought that the woman he was engaging in sexual activities with was his dear beloved Hilary. As he found out later, it was not, and he tried to cover it up by saying he didn’t engage in sexual activities with Monica. Everybody should understand his issue with his vision, and realize that it wasn’t his fault he had sex with the wrong women.
Sincerely,
Billy’s Mother
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Fairwell Big toe nail
The Left Big toenail of Tricia’s Big Sister
It was the friend of the rights, and most importantly the weapon of the foundation of her body. It was a deceiving model of various colors and sparkles, to cover up the beastly beauty. Not a valued customer of a pedicurist, infact it was more of a friend to a suitcase, which soon lead it to it’s death on June 5th, 2006. It was a leader in steps, the biggest of all on her left foot. But now all that lies there is a bald spot, left to rot. The memory of it will be forgotten.
It was the friend of the rights, and most importantly the weapon of the foundation of her body. It was a deceiving model of various colors and sparkles, to cover up the beastly beauty. Not a valued customer of a pedicurist, infact it was more of a friend to a suitcase, which soon lead it to it’s death on June 5th, 2006. It was a leader in steps, the biggest of all on her left foot. But now all that lies there is a bald spot, left to rot. The memory of it will be forgotten.
My own Obituary
The deceased is survived by:
The blue bed sheets are untouched, with out a wrinkle upon them.
A black sink that glistens, not a tooth paste stain to corrupt it.
Hundreds of dollars left to be spent on fun things to do with friends.
A memory box, that when opened, will never be understood by anyone else.
A spirit of energy and happiness that will continue to linger
The clutter of a collector, the fills the drawers and closet
The photos of life, and friends, and family enjoying the time spent
A case of awards that represents the level of dedication to a loved sport
-Tricia McDermott-
The blue bed sheets are untouched, with out a wrinkle upon them.
A black sink that glistens, not a tooth paste stain to corrupt it.
Hundreds of dollars left to be spent on fun things to do with friends.
A memory box, that when opened, will never be understood by anyone else.
A spirit of energy and happiness that will continue to linger
The clutter of a collector, the fills the drawers and closet
The photos of life, and friends, and family enjoying the time spent
A case of awards that represents the level of dedication to a loved sport
-Tricia McDermott-
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Growing Epidemic
People left and right and above, are wandering the halls with heads that are full air, dirty air, smog if you like. The only thing that passes through the air tunnel, ear to ear, is that they must be like everybody else. Robots if you like. These people are walking balloons with their own face painted on it. You watch them, and you wonder how they even manage to think, and why some were even created. Did the man above mean to put these airheads on this planet? Were the waddling balloons supposed to be born at an earlier time to be used at a food source for Dinosaurs? We all wonder how these people managed to escape their own destiny, and we now all suffer with the disease of stupidity. Believe it or not, it is contagious. People who were not always airheads, become them. They want to be like them, because for some reason they believe the orange skin, bleached hair, and fake boobs, or big muscles is the way to be successful. These are the people I would like to diagnose as a dead balloon. A balloon that has nothing in there life, and just sits in the bag of balloons waiting to be filled up with air. The people were much better laying there flat, than what they became when they were pumped with air, dirty air.
Now, it is about time. To take care of the this growing epidemic. Get your needles, and begin popping. It’s time to bring these balloons back down to our level, where we can help the air heads discover reality, life. Life where you are not everybody else. You, are you. Here’s to the popping of air heads!
Now, it is about time. To take care of the this growing epidemic. Get your needles, and begin popping. It’s time to bring these balloons back down to our level, where we can help the air heads discover reality, life. Life where you are not everybody else. You, are you. Here’s to the popping of air heads!
Highschool flys
High School Flys
The air was bitter cold on my face this morning, as I headed out for school. It took me longer than usual because the wind was fighting against me. Luckily, I know that the weather changes daily and I always plan my morning with about a half an hour of spare time, for weather like today, which will slow me down. Sometimes the weather is fine, and I end up at school about twenty minutes early. But that’s ok, because I usually use the extra time to finish up homework. I’m just thankful that the weather today isn’t as bad as yesterday’s overcast. The clouds may look like fluffy pillows, but when they’re as thick as yesterdays clouds were, they actually feel like a pillow that your best friend just slapped you across the face with. Let’s just say I had a headache my entire first hour yesterday, which made my concentration level, about a negative 3.
I never really pay attention to where I’m going on my way to school my mind is kind of on auto pilot, and I just kind of end up there. It’s a lot like driving a car to school in the morning. While you are driving, you think about boys, and family issues, and some how you end in the school parking lot, and you don’t remember which roads you even took to get there. I stopped driving my car to school about half way through my junior year, and it is now half way through my senior year. I decided to stop driving because gas prices went up to about three dollars’ and I really didn’t have the time to get a job to afford it. My parents tell me that it is not worth the risk of getting caught, but I know that if I fly somewhat above the clouds, and if I don’t goof around on my way to getting somewhere, I will be fine, and my secret will stay with in my family.
It is about 7 am, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding somewhere to land with out people seeing me. I usually arrive at school early enough, that the student parking lot consists of maybe 4 cars, and it is easy to land somewhere towards the back of the parking lot, with out anyone seeing me. Today was different though. The parking lot was almost full, and people were piling out of cars everywhere. I think there was some sort of auction this morning in the auditorium. I have to find somewhere to land, because my first class starts in ten minutes. The thought of landing in the woods behind the school always freaked me out. The sun is still about a half hour away from rising, and the woods are still dark. I had to do it, it was my only opportunity. I started to lower myself, and the air became warmer the lower I flew. The woods look pretty muddy, and I could almost hear my brand new Steve Madden heals begging for me not to land in the mud. I had no choice. I never really got the whole landing thing down, I mean I’ve only had this ability since my freshman year, but according to my parents, I was “enhanced” when I was about four, on accident. I noticed something different about me on November 7th 2003. I remember the date, because well anybody would. I went to bed a normal 13 year old girl, and woke up a normal 13 year old girl who was hitting her nose on the ceiling. Yes, I began flying in my sleep. I woke up, in the air with the ceiling directly in my face, actually touching my nose. I screamed of course, loud enough to wake up the entire community and luckily my parents were at work. I had no idea what was going on. I thought that I was dreaming at first, and then I pinched myself, and it hurt like hell, so I knew I was awake, and I really was levitating. I finally was able to calm myself down, and I was able to lower myself back on to my bed. I sat on my bed for about two hour straight. It was a Tuesday, and we had the day off of school for Presidents Day. I really didn’t know what happened to me. I thought that maybe I was crazy, and just hallucinated it, but when I thought about flying, I started to lift up again. It scared me, so I thought about lowering back down, and I did. When my parents got home, I had to tell them what had happened. My dad used to be a scientist, so I figured he would have some explanation. I remember the conversation as if it was yesterday. “Dad, ok, this is going to sound really weird, and crazy, but I woke up this morning, and well, my nose was touching my ceiling.” I remember my dad’s face. He kind of looked like he was trying to figure out a really hard math problem. Before he could say anything I continued “I can fly Dad, and if you don’t believe me,” I began to levitate, “Then you believe me now, don’t you?” The look of awe came across his face. Before he said anything, my mother walked into the room. “What in the world is she doing up theerrrrrre” As she finished her last word, she fainted. My father was there to catch her, and he carried her on to the couch, where he and I, both sat down, to talk. I could tell that my dad knew exactly what was wrong with me, because he wasn’t panicking at all. That is when my dad told me that I was “enhanced”. He called me enhanced, because he tried to make it sound as if my ability would make me better than others. My enhancement was an accident, and the accident, happened in my home town of Kissimmee.
From the time I was born, up until I was like 8 years old, my dad worked at a research facility in Kissimmee, Florida. From the stories I hear, my dad was a damn good scientist. Sometimes my aunts and uncles would tell me that my dad was a little crazy when it came to his work, but I just thought they were being funny by using the term “mad scientist”. My parents both worked full time in Florida, and luckily, my dad’s facility had a day care center. I went to work with my dad from about age two until a little bit before my fifth birthday. I remember the day care center, as if I was there yesterday. It has a really nice girl, who was probably about eighteen years old, who watched us. When I say us, I am talking about myself and six other kids who also had parents who worked in the facility. The day care center was full of bright colors, from yellow, to oranges to lime green. All the toys in the center were based of real scientific devices. My favorite was the microscope. It had to be made out of a strong plastic, because I remember carrying it around with me everywhere, and constantly dropping it. It was the week before my birthday when it happened. The nice lady, who watched us, poisoned us. She took the blue flaming water, placed it in our sippy cups, and we drank it, unknowingly, enjoying every last drop until we started foaming at the mouth! Ok, that’s really not how it happened, but it would have made a great thriller movie. We were poisoned at some aspect though, but the lady didn’t know she did it. She was somewhat new in the facility, and I guess she didn’t know that the fridge with the number 2 on it was meant for scientific liquids, not Kool-aid. I remember my dad and some other scientist frantically looking for the blue formula, which they called, Aerocitus. Aerocitus was a top secret formula that my father and a few others were working on to provide a new chemical that would deny gravity for usage is space ships. From what my dad tells me, they tested Aerocitus on rats. I guess they would spread the formula on to the rats back, and waited patiently for the rats to gain some sort of flight. Nothing happened, and after two months of research, they gave up on it. They saved some of the formula, for later studies, but I guess that wouldn’t be happening now that it was in the stomachs of seven children. It took the scientist about a day to discover what happened to the formula. The nice lady was fired, for poisoning us, even though it wasn’t her fault, and the seven of us, were placed in isolation where we were observed and monitored for about a year. Every thing was normal though. All of the tests came back negative for poisoning, and we all acted like normal five year olds. We were completely fine or so they thought, and we were finally released to go home.
My dad ended up leaving his job, so that he could spend more time with my mother and me, and before I knew it, I was packing and getting ready for a new life in a new place.
My shoes are soaked with mud, but I managed to make it to my first hour which is psychology. My boyfriend is in my first hour, and he and I have a lot in common. A lot more then I though I would ever have in common with someone. I met him my sophomore year, in my chemistry class. He was a new kid, who also moved here from Florida. He sat a table away from me, and he was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. He had the darkest, most beautiful brown eyes, with long brown flowing hair. Every time I looked at him I felt at if we already had a strong connection, but I couldn’t figure out how. The first time we talked, was when my teacher was assigning partners for a chemistry lab. She picked names out of a hat, and I remember hoping and praying that after my name, she would call his. His name is Brad by the way. The teacher called my name, and then it seemed like century for her to pronounce the next name. Bri..bra…BRAD! YES! We were partners. That’s when I knew that we were meant for each other, I just didn’t know exactly how much we truly were meant for each other then. He got up to sit next to me, and I pretended to act real relaxed, as if I hadn’t noticed him in the class. We talked a little bit about where he had come moved her from and he told me Orlando, Florida, which was right next to where I had moved from. We began our lab, and I could tell he really had a love for science. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I acted dumb, so I could hear him talk more. Science is my best subject and I’m actually really good at it, but his voice was way worth my stupidity. We exchanged phone numbers a few days later, and we became extremely great friends. We hung out almost every day. We would go to movies, go bowling, out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, out for coffee. We did everything together. I had a crush on him the whole time, I just didn’t know how to tell him. I’ve had other boyfriends before, but not as good of a friend as Brad was. I didn’t know if a relationship would ruin a friendship. I knew that he liked me, but I felt like he was hiding something for me. Whenever I got close to him, no matter where we were, he would begin to act really strange. Usually it would end up in him not feeling good and going home for the night. This happened a lot too. Perhaps, he didn’t want a girlfriend, and that was his way of dealing with it. Or perhaps he was hiding something else. I felt like I should know all his secrets, because of how close we were, but I knew at the same time, I could never tell him my secret. I wanted to eventually, but it wasn’t the right time.
I remember the first time he kissed me. He was dropping me off at home, it was the first day of summer vacation, going into our junior year, and we were both really super excited to be able to sleep in the next two months. He walked me to my door, as we laughed and giggled about a previous event that occurred earlier that night, and we stopped at my door, and he just kissed me. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me, because every time I ever got too close to him, he would begin acting really strange, or go home with a “stomach ache”. The kiss wasn’t really romantic, in fact, it kind of hurt. But we just laughed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was extremely excited, but extremely nervous and I basically replied with, “I already am”. At that moment, I felt my body, begin to rise, and I couldn’t stop myself from levitating. He turned to walk to his car, and I immediately shot to the air, and flew up to my roof, and quickly scooted behind the chimney. I watched him turn around, and I saw the look of confusion spread across his face. He shrugged his shoulders, got into his car, and drove away. When his car was out of sight, I flew down to the door, and walked in. My Dad realized that I was pale white, and asked me what was wrong. I told him. “Well, Brad kissed me, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear that, but I am old enough now.” He replied with, “Ok ok, so besides that being wrong with me, why is it wrong with you?” I took a deep breath as I tried to explain. “Well, shortly after it happened, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I wasn’t able to control my flight. I felt my feet lose touch with the ground and I quickly shot up to the roof, before Brad looked back.” My dad explained to me that when my hormone level increases, which he wished it wouldn’t, it concentrates my blood enough to interact with the aerocitus running through my system. This reaction is what caused the uncontrollable flight. After knowing this, my dad told me that there is an anxiety drug that would probably allow me to have more control of my flight by keeping my adrenaline down. I told him I thought I was a good idea, and I began treatments for the drug a few days later.
About a month had passed, and Brad never brought up that night, and now with the medicine, I didn’t have to worry about it happening again. Brad and I were perfect. On our 6 month anniversary, I went over to Brad’s house to surprise him with breakfast. Brad lived a few miles away so I decided I would take a morning flight to McDonalds, (Brad loves McDonalds breakfast), and pick him up an egg mcmuffin with hashbrowns. I stay above the clouds, and landed when I knew nobody was looking. I walked in to McDonalds, ordered and got his food, and walked back outside. I was walking toward the back of the building so I could get a nice running start, and a little girl ran up to me. “Excuse me, excuse me.” I looked down at her and said “yes?” With puppy dog eyes she asked “Can I have your autograph?” I laughed and asked “Why would you want my autograph?” Then she replied with “Cause your superwoman”. I quickly looked up to see if her parents were around. She was about 7 years old, and she had followed me out of the restaurant. I looked at her, took the pen out of her hand, and signed her cup. SW, for superwoman of course, and I took off in to the air. I know I’m not supposed to let any body know about my ability, but she already saw me once, so I figured I could make her day if I took off right in front of her. As I flew through the clouds, I looked back to see the little girl smiling, and grasping her cup as if she would never let go of it. It felt amazing, but I hoped I wouldn’t come across the little girl again. It took me about 5 minutes to get to Brads house, and I landed in the woods behind his house. When ever I would walk to his house with him from my house, we would cut through the woods, so it didn’t look weird or anything coming from his woods. I walked up his driveway and up on to his porch. I rang the doorbell and a tall man with a white beard answered the door. I was yet to meet Brad’s parents and at that moment I was about to meet his dad. I never had the chance to meet his parents, because they travel a lot with their work. His dad is some sort of contractor who works out of Europe and his mom works as his assistant. His dad looked me up and down, and then replied with “You’re as beautiful as my son says your are, I am Robert, Brad’s father.” I told him that it was really nice to meet him, and he said it was his pleasure. I asked him if brad was awake yet, and he said not yet, but I could come in to wake up him. Brad’s Dad looked strangely familiar to me, but I didn’t know from where. I made my journey up stairs and I noticed an office that I never noticed before because the door was always shut. I had asked Brad before what was in the office, but he always told me it was all of his dad’s junk. When I peaked into the office, I noticed that it was full of microscopes, books, and everything scientific. It reminded me of my dad’s lab that he keeps in our basement. I know that Brad’s Dad is a contractor, so perhaps he studies science in his spare time. I’m kind of a noisy person, so I stepped in to the office to have better look. That’s when I saw it. It was a photo of twelve men, who were all dressed in white lab coats. They were standing in front of sign that read, Kissimmee Research Facility, and in the picture, yup, was my father, and three men away, was the man I had just met at the door. Brad’s Dad worked in the research facility with my dad, he was in a lab coat, which means he was a scientist, and he has a son that is the same age as I am.. IS IT POSSIBLE? Is Brad different like I am. I heard a sound coming from the downstairs, moving closer, and closer. I ran out of the room and darted in to Brad’s bedroom, where he was still sleeping. I jumped on his bed to wake him up, and acted as if nothing was wrong. I kept thinking that if I could maybe get him by this window somehow, I could push him out of it, and test abilities. But that wouldn’t be so good if he didn’t have the ability, because well, then I would have committed murder. I thought that maybe I should ask him about the office, but then he would know I was ease dropping. Then I thought about it. Brad has seen my dad multiple times, and he has probably seen the picture in the office. Does Brad know about my secret? I had to find out some how so I decided to do something incredibly stupid, but it would answer my questions. When Brad finally got out of bed, I told him, I hated my life, and I walked over to the window. I opened it, sat on the edge, and told him, that it was nice knowing him. I wasn’t suicidal, and I knew if I jumped out of the window, I probably wouldn’t die, I would just get hurt, but if Brad had the ability, he would fly down to save me. If he didn’t, well I would begin flight before I hit the bottom. I fell backwards out of the window. I closed my eyes, counted to 3, and started up my flight before I hit the ground and then lowered myself to the ground. Brad didn’t try to save me, which meant he couldn’t fly. But, what was worse than that was he wasn’t even looking out of the window to see if I was ok. He was gone. I sat their on the ground looking up to the sky, trying to figure out what I would tell Brad when he came outside. That’s when I saw him, he wasn’t in his window, he wasn’t walking out of his door to help me, he was above the clouds, looking down at me smiling. He lowered him self to the ground. I sat up to meet him, and his eyes caught mine. He opened his mouth and said to me “I knew it”. I remember smiling and saying “I’m so glad I don’t have to explain to you that I’m a not a suicidal crazy woman.” We both laughed and walked inside. When we got inside, he called for his dad, and we told him. His dad seemed to be very surprised that my father and he had moved into the same area. Brad’s father said that my father and he were very good friends in the lab, and that he would love to get back in touch with him and run some studies on Brad and I. I invited him to dinner at my house that night. I had to get home to tell my parents about Brad, and also get help my mother prepare something for dinner, so I kissed Brad good bye. The kiss that morning was different that any of them had ever been. After the kiss, his moist lips traveled to my ear, and the sweetest air escaped from them. He whispered “I love you”. Brad wasn’t a mushy person at all, and he and I never said the “L” word to each other. I never said it because of past experiences when I think I broke hearts with it, but he never said it because he was a tough boy. But that morning, it came out. The meaningfulness behind the words touched my heart. When the air ran out, and his heart had spoken, I had no idea how to respond. I never though I would hear that from Brad, even though I knew he did. I remember squeezing him tight after he said that and felt both of our blood rushing together. “I love you too Brad”.
I looked up to the sky, and looked back at Brad. I laughed and said “Seeya later Superman” he winked at me and replied with “Ok superwoman”. I laughed, and took off in to the air. I wasn’t even worried about anybody seeing me this time because I was loaded with happiness and kept thinking and repeating Brad’s words in my head. I love you, I love you. I love you. He loved me and he meant it. When I arrived at home, I raced in the house nearly knocking my mother of her feet. It was her lunch break at work so I didn’t have much time to explain to her the great news. “Mom, Brad and me, well we both fly, Dad worked with Brad’s dad in Kissimmee, and both of us have Aerocitus running through our blood. And well”. She stopped my rambling “YOUR KIDDING ME”. I began rambling again. “Mom, no! Were both ENHANCED”. The look on her face was actually really motherly. My mom is a working woman, who hid herself in her work every since I came across my ability. She blames my problem on herself because she wasn’t a stay at home mom when I was little. She thinks that if she would have been home to take care of me, then I wouldn’t have ever had to go to daycare at my Dad’s work. But that day, when I told her about Brad, the look of failure was wiped off her face, and happiness shot from one ear to another. She knew I was happy, and it made her happy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with my ability, because I think it’s the most amazing thing to fly, but she was always worried that I would end up being a test subject my whole life, and that Aerocitus might end up killing me sometime in the future. I felt different from other people, but I was never really unhappy. But that day, all her guilt seemed to go away, and she was my mom again.
Later that night, Brad and his father joined us for dinner. My dad knew we were having company, but he had no idea who it was. When he answered the door, he was absolutely delighted to see Mr. Robinson. When Brad followed behind him, my father made the connection that it was his father. It took about 30 seconds, for him to ask the question “Don’t tell me he is one of the seven.” Before Mr. Robinson answered my dad’s question my father remembered “Brad Robinson, subject number 5, accidental Aerocitus consumption.” Brad stepped in front of his father and spoke “that would be me”, he slightly lifted off the ground and did a little bow. That’s why I love Brad. He is soo funny, and so cute. A smile came across my Dad’s face, and he shook Brad’s hand and welcomed his father in. My father and Mr. Robinson talked through out the entire dinner, entire desert, and far into the night time. Brad and I stopped listening after about the first half of dinner. After dinner was done, Brad asked me if I would like to step outside for a little bit, and I agreed. We walked outside, and he grabbed my hand. He turned me towards him, and he told me he loved me again. I squeezed his hand tighter and we both shot up into the air. Our first flight together was amazing. The night was cloudless, with thousands of stars shining brighter then they ever had. The moon was a perfect crescent that smiled at us as we flew by. We didn’t talk much as we flew above our street and over our high school, but we knew exactly what we both were thinking. Love, destiny, Fate. I loved Brad and Brad loved me. We flew for about an hour, and we headed back home before our parents would start to worry. When we arrived at home, we flew through my bedroom window and landed smoothly upon my floor. My parents were in the basement showing Mr. Robinson my Dad’s lab, and they were not going to bother us for awhile. Brad’s eyes shimmered as they glared into mine. His hand was still entangled within mine from when he first grabbed it after dinner. I kissed him, and I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and my body began to go numb. With Brad my life was complete, and with me, his was too. The kissing became more intimate. We laid on my bed, he was above me. I noticed a tear forming in his eye, and I knew he wasn’t crying because he was sad, but because he knew that I could be his for the rest of his life. He whispered I love you, and I told him I loved him back. He kissed me. Yes. Brad and I made love that night. It wasn’t sex, it was love. We were only sixteen years old, but love is something that is hard to control, and we didn’t even bother controlling it because we both knew that we were fate. We were each others destiny.
A year has passed and Brad and I are still together and better then ever. Our daily routine consists of fighting off villains and monsters, and flying around in our big red capes. Ok, Ok, were not really super heroes but we do our fair share of helping people. We saved a little boy from a burning building about a month ago. The child wasn’t even traumatized at all, he just kept asking Brad and I if we had cool hideouts, and if we had cool costumes at home. We laughed and played along with the little boy by saying we have a hideout in Hawaii, above the clouds and that our costumes were green and purple. We put the boy on ground away from the building where it was safe, and flew up in to the air where nobody would see us until the fire trucks arrived. It was a great feeling to help out that little boy, but it was sad to think that everyone would just think he is delusional when he tells them that two “super people” flew him from the burning building to the ground, and that we had super hideouts in Hawaii. Brad and I still laugh about it today. Our fathers put together a new form of Aerocitus. It works on space ships just like it was intended too. Both of our families are pretty wealthy now, but we don’t act like it. Brad and I act like normal kids, living a normal senior year. We have tests, we have friends, we have family, and were getting ready for college. The only difference is we don’t spend as much money on gas money, and we travel to different states frequently for free. (Were not complaining) Our fathers were trying to figure out away to remove our ability so Brad and I could live normal lives, but Brad and I decided that we were challenged with this ability for a reason, and we wanted to live out our life the way it was supposed to be.
I sit here in psychology, and I stare across the room where Brad is sitting. When the teacher turns his head, Brandon begins waving his arms up and down as if he was flying like a bird. The whole class giggles as if Brad is making fun of the teacher, but I know what he is really asking me. I have five hours left of school today and a hot date in the clouds. A few weeks of school left, I wonder what life will be like in college.
The air was bitter cold on my face this morning, as I headed out for school. It took me longer than usual because the wind was fighting against me. Luckily, I know that the weather changes daily and I always plan my morning with about a half an hour of spare time, for weather like today, which will slow me down. Sometimes the weather is fine, and I end up at school about twenty minutes early. But that’s ok, because I usually use the extra time to finish up homework. I’m just thankful that the weather today isn’t as bad as yesterday’s overcast. The clouds may look like fluffy pillows, but when they’re as thick as yesterdays clouds were, they actually feel like a pillow that your best friend just slapped you across the face with. Let’s just say I had a headache my entire first hour yesterday, which made my concentration level, about a negative 3.
I never really pay attention to where I’m going on my way to school my mind is kind of on auto pilot, and I just kind of end up there. It’s a lot like driving a car to school in the morning. While you are driving, you think about boys, and family issues, and some how you end in the school parking lot, and you don’t remember which roads you even took to get there. I stopped driving my car to school about half way through my junior year, and it is now half way through my senior year. I decided to stop driving because gas prices went up to about three dollars’ and I really didn’t have the time to get a job to afford it. My parents tell me that it is not worth the risk of getting caught, but I know that if I fly somewhat above the clouds, and if I don’t goof around on my way to getting somewhere, I will be fine, and my secret will stay with in my family.
It is about 7 am, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding somewhere to land with out people seeing me. I usually arrive at school early enough, that the student parking lot consists of maybe 4 cars, and it is easy to land somewhere towards the back of the parking lot, with out anyone seeing me. Today was different though. The parking lot was almost full, and people were piling out of cars everywhere. I think there was some sort of auction this morning in the auditorium. I have to find somewhere to land, because my first class starts in ten minutes. The thought of landing in the woods behind the school always freaked me out. The sun is still about a half hour away from rising, and the woods are still dark. I had to do it, it was my only opportunity. I started to lower myself, and the air became warmer the lower I flew. The woods look pretty muddy, and I could almost hear my brand new Steve Madden heals begging for me not to land in the mud. I had no choice. I never really got the whole landing thing down, I mean I’ve only had this ability since my freshman year, but according to my parents, I was “enhanced” when I was about four, on accident. I noticed something different about me on November 7th 2003. I remember the date, because well anybody would. I went to bed a normal 13 year old girl, and woke up a normal 13 year old girl who was hitting her nose on the ceiling. Yes, I began flying in my sleep. I woke up, in the air with the ceiling directly in my face, actually touching my nose. I screamed of course, loud enough to wake up the entire community and luckily my parents were at work. I had no idea what was going on. I thought that I was dreaming at first, and then I pinched myself, and it hurt like hell, so I knew I was awake, and I really was levitating. I finally was able to calm myself down, and I was able to lower myself back on to my bed. I sat on my bed for about two hour straight. It was a Tuesday, and we had the day off of school for Presidents Day. I really didn’t know what happened to me. I thought that maybe I was crazy, and just hallucinated it, but when I thought about flying, I started to lift up again. It scared me, so I thought about lowering back down, and I did. When my parents got home, I had to tell them what had happened. My dad used to be a scientist, so I figured he would have some explanation. I remember the conversation as if it was yesterday. “Dad, ok, this is going to sound really weird, and crazy, but I woke up this morning, and well, my nose was touching my ceiling.” I remember my dad’s face. He kind of looked like he was trying to figure out a really hard math problem. Before he could say anything I continued “I can fly Dad, and if you don’t believe me,” I began to levitate, “Then you believe me now, don’t you?” The look of awe came across his face. Before he said anything, my mother walked into the room. “What in the world is she doing up theerrrrrre” As she finished her last word, she fainted. My father was there to catch her, and he carried her on to the couch, where he and I, both sat down, to talk. I could tell that my dad knew exactly what was wrong with me, because he wasn’t panicking at all. That is when my dad told me that I was “enhanced”. He called me enhanced, because he tried to make it sound as if my ability would make me better than others. My enhancement was an accident, and the accident, happened in my home town of Kissimmee.
From the time I was born, up until I was like 8 years old, my dad worked at a research facility in Kissimmee, Florida. From the stories I hear, my dad was a damn good scientist. Sometimes my aunts and uncles would tell me that my dad was a little crazy when it came to his work, but I just thought they were being funny by using the term “mad scientist”. My parents both worked full time in Florida, and luckily, my dad’s facility had a day care center. I went to work with my dad from about age two until a little bit before my fifth birthday. I remember the day care center, as if I was there yesterday. It has a really nice girl, who was probably about eighteen years old, who watched us. When I say us, I am talking about myself and six other kids who also had parents who worked in the facility. The day care center was full of bright colors, from yellow, to oranges to lime green. All the toys in the center were based of real scientific devices. My favorite was the microscope. It had to be made out of a strong plastic, because I remember carrying it around with me everywhere, and constantly dropping it. It was the week before my birthday when it happened. The nice lady, who watched us, poisoned us. She took the blue flaming water, placed it in our sippy cups, and we drank it, unknowingly, enjoying every last drop until we started foaming at the mouth! Ok, that’s really not how it happened, but it would have made a great thriller movie. We were poisoned at some aspect though, but the lady didn’t know she did it. She was somewhat new in the facility, and I guess she didn’t know that the fridge with the number 2 on it was meant for scientific liquids, not Kool-aid. I remember my dad and some other scientist frantically looking for the blue formula, which they called, Aerocitus. Aerocitus was a top secret formula that my father and a few others were working on to provide a new chemical that would deny gravity for usage is space ships. From what my dad tells me, they tested Aerocitus on rats. I guess they would spread the formula on to the rats back, and waited patiently for the rats to gain some sort of flight. Nothing happened, and after two months of research, they gave up on it. They saved some of the formula, for later studies, but I guess that wouldn’t be happening now that it was in the stomachs of seven children. It took the scientist about a day to discover what happened to the formula. The nice lady was fired, for poisoning us, even though it wasn’t her fault, and the seven of us, were placed in isolation where we were observed and monitored for about a year. Every thing was normal though. All of the tests came back negative for poisoning, and we all acted like normal five year olds. We were completely fine or so they thought, and we were finally released to go home.
My dad ended up leaving his job, so that he could spend more time with my mother and me, and before I knew it, I was packing and getting ready for a new life in a new place.
My shoes are soaked with mud, but I managed to make it to my first hour which is psychology. My boyfriend is in my first hour, and he and I have a lot in common. A lot more then I though I would ever have in common with someone. I met him my sophomore year, in my chemistry class. He was a new kid, who also moved here from Florida. He sat a table away from me, and he was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. He had the darkest, most beautiful brown eyes, with long brown flowing hair. Every time I looked at him I felt at if we already had a strong connection, but I couldn’t figure out how. The first time we talked, was when my teacher was assigning partners for a chemistry lab. She picked names out of a hat, and I remember hoping and praying that after my name, she would call his. His name is Brad by the way. The teacher called my name, and then it seemed like century for her to pronounce the next name. Bri..bra…BRAD! YES! We were partners. That’s when I knew that we were meant for each other, I just didn’t know exactly how much we truly were meant for each other then. He got up to sit next to me, and I pretended to act real relaxed, as if I hadn’t noticed him in the class. We talked a little bit about where he had come moved her from and he told me Orlando, Florida, which was right next to where I had moved from. We began our lab, and I could tell he really had a love for science. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I acted dumb, so I could hear him talk more. Science is my best subject and I’m actually really good at it, but his voice was way worth my stupidity. We exchanged phone numbers a few days later, and we became extremely great friends. We hung out almost every day. We would go to movies, go bowling, out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, out for coffee. We did everything together. I had a crush on him the whole time, I just didn’t know how to tell him. I’ve had other boyfriends before, but not as good of a friend as Brad was. I didn’t know if a relationship would ruin a friendship. I knew that he liked me, but I felt like he was hiding something for me. Whenever I got close to him, no matter where we were, he would begin to act really strange. Usually it would end up in him not feeling good and going home for the night. This happened a lot too. Perhaps, he didn’t want a girlfriend, and that was his way of dealing with it. Or perhaps he was hiding something else. I felt like I should know all his secrets, because of how close we were, but I knew at the same time, I could never tell him my secret. I wanted to eventually, but it wasn’t the right time.
I remember the first time he kissed me. He was dropping me off at home, it was the first day of summer vacation, going into our junior year, and we were both really super excited to be able to sleep in the next two months. He walked me to my door, as we laughed and giggled about a previous event that occurred earlier that night, and we stopped at my door, and he just kissed me. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me, because every time I ever got too close to him, he would begin acting really strange, or go home with a “stomach ache”. The kiss wasn’t really romantic, in fact, it kind of hurt. But we just laughed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was extremely excited, but extremely nervous and I basically replied with, “I already am”. At that moment, I felt my body, begin to rise, and I couldn’t stop myself from levitating. He turned to walk to his car, and I immediately shot to the air, and flew up to my roof, and quickly scooted behind the chimney. I watched him turn around, and I saw the look of confusion spread across his face. He shrugged his shoulders, got into his car, and drove away. When his car was out of sight, I flew down to the door, and walked in. My Dad realized that I was pale white, and asked me what was wrong. I told him. “Well, Brad kissed me, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear that, but I am old enough now.” He replied with, “Ok ok, so besides that being wrong with me, why is it wrong with you?” I took a deep breath as I tried to explain. “Well, shortly after it happened, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I wasn’t able to control my flight. I felt my feet lose touch with the ground and I quickly shot up to the roof, before Brad looked back.” My dad explained to me that when my hormone level increases, which he wished it wouldn’t, it concentrates my blood enough to interact with the aerocitus running through my system. This reaction is what caused the uncontrollable flight. After knowing this, my dad told me that there is an anxiety drug that would probably allow me to have more control of my flight by keeping my adrenaline down. I told him I thought I was a good idea, and I began treatments for the drug a few days later.
About a month had passed, and Brad never brought up that night, and now with the medicine, I didn’t have to worry about it happening again. Brad and I were perfect. On our 6 month anniversary, I went over to Brad’s house to surprise him with breakfast. Brad lived a few miles away so I decided I would take a morning flight to McDonalds, (Brad loves McDonalds breakfast), and pick him up an egg mcmuffin with hashbrowns. I stay above the clouds, and landed when I knew nobody was looking. I walked in to McDonalds, ordered and got his food, and walked back outside. I was walking toward the back of the building so I could get a nice running start, and a little girl ran up to me. “Excuse me, excuse me.” I looked down at her and said “yes?” With puppy dog eyes she asked “Can I have your autograph?” I laughed and asked “Why would you want my autograph?” Then she replied with “Cause your superwoman”. I quickly looked up to see if her parents were around. She was about 7 years old, and she had followed me out of the restaurant. I looked at her, took the pen out of her hand, and signed her cup. SW, for superwoman of course, and I took off in to the air. I know I’m not supposed to let any body know about my ability, but she already saw me once, so I figured I could make her day if I took off right in front of her. As I flew through the clouds, I looked back to see the little girl smiling, and grasping her cup as if she would never let go of it. It felt amazing, but I hoped I wouldn’t come across the little girl again. It took me about 5 minutes to get to Brads house, and I landed in the woods behind his house. When ever I would walk to his house with him from my house, we would cut through the woods, so it didn’t look weird or anything coming from his woods. I walked up his driveway and up on to his porch. I rang the doorbell and a tall man with a white beard answered the door. I was yet to meet Brad’s parents and at that moment I was about to meet his dad. I never had the chance to meet his parents, because they travel a lot with their work. His dad is some sort of contractor who works out of Europe and his mom works as his assistant. His dad looked me up and down, and then replied with “You’re as beautiful as my son says your are, I am Robert, Brad’s father.” I told him that it was really nice to meet him, and he said it was his pleasure. I asked him if brad was awake yet, and he said not yet, but I could come in to wake up him. Brad’s Dad looked strangely familiar to me, but I didn’t know from where. I made my journey up stairs and I noticed an office that I never noticed before because the door was always shut. I had asked Brad before what was in the office, but he always told me it was all of his dad’s junk. When I peaked into the office, I noticed that it was full of microscopes, books, and everything scientific. It reminded me of my dad’s lab that he keeps in our basement. I know that Brad’s Dad is a contractor, so perhaps he studies science in his spare time. I’m kind of a noisy person, so I stepped in to the office to have better look. That’s when I saw it. It was a photo of twelve men, who were all dressed in white lab coats. They were standing in front of sign that read, Kissimmee Research Facility, and in the picture, yup, was my father, and three men away, was the man I had just met at the door. Brad’s Dad worked in the research facility with my dad, he was in a lab coat, which means he was a scientist, and he has a son that is the same age as I am.. IS IT POSSIBLE? Is Brad different like I am. I heard a sound coming from the downstairs, moving closer, and closer. I ran out of the room and darted in to Brad’s bedroom, where he was still sleeping. I jumped on his bed to wake him up, and acted as if nothing was wrong. I kept thinking that if I could maybe get him by this window somehow, I could push him out of it, and test abilities. But that wouldn’t be so good if he didn’t have the ability, because well, then I would have committed murder. I thought that maybe I should ask him about the office, but then he would know I was ease dropping. Then I thought about it. Brad has seen my dad multiple times, and he has probably seen the picture in the office. Does Brad know about my secret? I had to find out some how so I decided to do something incredibly stupid, but it would answer my questions. When Brad finally got out of bed, I told him, I hated my life, and I walked over to the window. I opened it, sat on the edge, and told him, that it was nice knowing him. I wasn’t suicidal, and I knew if I jumped out of the window, I probably wouldn’t die, I would just get hurt, but if Brad had the ability, he would fly down to save me. If he didn’t, well I would begin flight before I hit the bottom. I fell backwards out of the window. I closed my eyes, counted to 3, and started up my flight before I hit the ground and then lowered myself to the ground. Brad didn’t try to save me, which meant he couldn’t fly. But, what was worse than that was he wasn’t even looking out of the window to see if I was ok. He was gone. I sat their on the ground looking up to the sky, trying to figure out what I would tell Brad when he came outside. That’s when I saw him, he wasn’t in his window, he wasn’t walking out of his door to help me, he was above the clouds, looking down at me smiling. He lowered him self to the ground. I sat up to meet him, and his eyes caught mine. He opened his mouth and said to me “I knew it”. I remember smiling and saying “I’m so glad I don’t have to explain to you that I’m a not a suicidal crazy woman.” We both laughed and walked inside. When we got inside, he called for his dad, and we told him. His dad seemed to be very surprised that my father and he had moved into the same area. Brad’s father said that my father and he were very good friends in the lab, and that he would love to get back in touch with him and run some studies on Brad and I. I invited him to dinner at my house that night. I had to get home to tell my parents about Brad, and also get help my mother prepare something for dinner, so I kissed Brad good bye. The kiss that morning was different that any of them had ever been. After the kiss, his moist lips traveled to my ear, and the sweetest air escaped from them. He whispered “I love you”. Brad wasn’t a mushy person at all, and he and I never said the “L” word to each other. I never said it because of past experiences when I think I broke hearts with it, but he never said it because he was a tough boy. But that morning, it came out. The meaningfulness behind the words touched my heart. When the air ran out, and his heart had spoken, I had no idea how to respond. I never though I would hear that from Brad, even though I knew he did. I remember squeezing him tight after he said that and felt both of our blood rushing together. “I love you too Brad”.
I looked up to the sky, and looked back at Brad. I laughed and said “Seeya later Superman” he winked at me and replied with “Ok superwoman”. I laughed, and took off in to the air. I wasn’t even worried about anybody seeing me this time because I was loaded with happiness and kept thinking and repeating Brad’s words in my head. I love you, I love you. I love you. He loved me and he meant it. When I arrived at home, I raced in the house nearly knocking my mother of her feet. It was her lunch break at work so I didn’t have much time to explain to her the great news. “Mom, Brad and me, well we both fly, Dad worked with Brad’s dad in Kissimmee, and both of us have Aerocitus running through our blood. And well”. She stopped my rambling “YOUR KIDDING ME”. I began rambling again. “Mom, no! Were both ENHANCED”. The look on her face was actually really motherly. My mom is a working woman, who hid herself in her work every since I came across my ability. She blames my problem on herself because she wasn’t a stay at home mom when I was little. She thinks that if she would have been home to take care of me, then I wouldn’t have ever had to go to daycare at my Dad’s work. But that day, when I told her about Brad, the look of failure was wiped off her face, and happiness shot from one ear to another. She knew I was happy, and it made her happy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with my ability, because I think it’s the most amazing thing to fly, but she was always worried that I would end up being a test subject my whole life, and that Aerocitus might end up killing me sometime in the future. I felt different from other people, but I was never really unhappy. But that day, all her guilt seemed to go away, and she was my mom again.
Later that night, Brad and his father joined us for dinner. My dad knew we were having company, but he had no idea who it was. When he answered the door, he was absolutely delighted to see Mr. Robinson. When Brad followed behind him, my father made the connection that it was his father. It took about 30 seconds, for him to ask the question “Don’t tell me he is one of the seven.” Before Mr. Robinson answered my dad’s question my father remembered “Brad Robinson, subject number 5, accidental Aerocitus consumption.” Brad stepped in front of his father and spoke “that would be me”, he slightly lifted off the ground and did a little bow. That’s why I love Brad. He is soo funny, and so cute. A smile came across my Dad’s face, and he shook Brad’s hand and welcomed his father in. My father and Mr. Robinson talked through out the entire dinner, entire desert, and far into the night time. Brad and I stopped listening after about the first half of dinner. After dinner was done, Brad asked me if I would like to step outside for a little bit, and I agreed. We walked outside, and he grabbed my hand. He turned me towards him, and he told me he loved me again. I squeezed his hand tighter and we both shot up into the air. Our first flight together was amazing. The night was cloudless, with thousands of stars shining brighter then they ever had. The moon was a perfect crescent that smiled at us as we flew by. We didn’t talk much as we flew above our street and over our high school, but we knew exactly what we both were thinking. Love, destiny, Fate. I loved Brad and Brad loved me. We flew for about an hour, and we headed back home before our parents would start to worry. When we arrived at home, we flew through my bedroom window and landed smoothly upon my floor. My parents were in the basement showing Mr. Robinson my Dad’s lab, and they were not going to bother us for awhile. Brad’s eyes shimmered as they glared into mine. His hand was still entangled within mine from when he first grabbed it after dinner. I kissed him, and I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and my body began to go numb. With Brad my life was complete, and with me, his was too. The kissing became more intimate. We laid on my bed, he was above me. I noticed a tear forming in his eye, and I knew he wasn’t crying because he was sad, but because he knew that I could be his for the rest of his life. He whispered I love you, and I told him I loved him back. He kissed me. Yes. Brad and I made love that night. It wasn’t sex, it was love. We were only sixteen years old, but love is something that is hard to control, and we didn’t even bother controlling it because we both knew that we were fate. We were each others destiny.
A year has passed and Brad and I are still together and better then ever. Our daily routine consists of fighting off villains and monsters, and flying around in our big red capes. Ok, Ok, were not really super heroes but we do our fair share of helping people. We saved a little boy from a burning building about a month ago. The child wasn’t even traumatized at all, he just kept asking Brad and I if we had cool hideouts, and if we had cool costumes at home. We laughed and played along with the little boy by saying we have a hideout in Hawaii, above the clouds and that our costumes were green and purple. We put the boy on ground away from the building where it was safe, and flew up in to the air where nobody would see us until the fire trucks arrived. It was a great feeling to help out that little boy, but it was sad to think that everyone would just think he is delusional when he tells them that two “super people” flew him from the burning building to the ground, and that we had super hideouts in Hawaii. Brad and I still laugh about it today. Our fathers put together a new form of Aerocitus. It works on space ships just like it was intended too. Both of our families are pretty wealthy now, but we don’t act like it. Brad and I act like normal kids, living a normal senior year. We have tests, we have friends, we have family, and were getting ready for college. The only difference is we don’t spend as much money on gas money, and we travel to different states frequently for free. (Were not complaining) Our fathers were trying to figure out away to remove our ability so Brad and I could live normal lives, but Brad and I decided that we were challenged with this ability for a reason, and we wanted to live out our life the way it was supposed to be.
I sit here in psychology, and I stare across the room where Brad is sitting. When the teacher turns his head, Brandon begins waving his arms up and down as if he was flying like a bird. The whole class giggles as if Brad is making fun of the teacher, but I know what he is really asking me. I have five hours left of school today and a hot date in the clouds. A few weeks of school left, I wonder what life will be like in college.
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