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I am only 12 years old without barley any writing experience, but please read it, i need some critics on this. I know it resembles Sky High, but trust me if u read the rest i have its more sinister and more...realistic. This really is nothing compared to...that...gay...sky high if u were in my mind lol.
One
I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect…but neither has yours.
Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of "sixth sense", as my dad calls it.
I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all.
"You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw." Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers.
"I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long." He said.
"It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months." I said in a limited laugh.
"Okay, you’re free to go." He chuckled.
I sauntered out of the white room.
"So, when?" I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room.
"Seven more months." I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor.
"Well, you can survive." Mom mouthed.
"I guess." I said, rolling my eyes.
1
My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me.
My dad, he works at a fitness program and co-owns it. His confidant friend owns it, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing.
Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess.
My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called "popular". That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised.
Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest.
We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee.
"Chris!" Mom called unexpectedly to me. "I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!" Mom groaned.
Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I ran to mom to "try" to help.
"Where’s Jeff?" I asked while I panted.
"He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown." She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE
"Of course." I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookbooks and set them in the moving van.
"Oh, don’t be that way sweetie, you will get them too." She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a five-year-old.
"Yeah, seven months!" I complained, setting another box in the truck.
"It’ll go by quick, trust me."
2.
At that moment, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I clutched it out of my pocket and ran back ins
One
I really wish I could change my decision. I also regret my unfaithful choice. It was a risky decision, but here I am, facing death every second I move, for my unfulfilling idea was completely stupid. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe—just maybe, that this choice was the right one after all, the choice that not getting my powers at the right time was a good way to go. However, my life was put in grave danger that way. Maybe death is a choice for me anyway. My life has never been perfect…but neither has yours.
Powers. At the age of 12, you start developing powers. Powers are a…well power that you develop. But, however, these powers aren’t like Super-Man, or Spider-Man, these are special personal designed powers that are born in your blood. You still are a normal human, but you have a sort of "sixth sense", as my dad calls it.
I’m at the age of eighteen, and I still haven’t developed a single power…at all. This is because when you reach at age eleven, you prepare and get checked by certain medical persons, and they decide when your powers are going to start to be developed, and it isn’t just a guess. They give you an exact date on when you’ll acquire that gift. And they had to hold me back on the process to get my powers. It’s very…embarrassing. I’m not going into details, but I do get picked on for this. But, not everyone gets powers…at all.
"You will develop them---in the next seven months, Mr. Bradshaw." Dr. Pavlov said looking at his clipboard, then to me. I was in the section on the hospital where you get checked for powers.
"I’d say you’d keep it cool, a couple of weeks from now you will get a letter saying the date when you develop. Sorry to keep you waiting so long." He said.
"It’s okay, I’ve waited years for this day, I’m sure I can wait a few more months." I said in a limited laugh.
"Okay, you’re free to go." He chuckled.
I sauntered out of the white room.
"So, when?" I heard dad ask as I walked seamlessly to the waiting room.
"Seven more months." I grumbled. I was practically lying to the doctor.
"Well, you can survive." Mom mouthed.
"I guess." I said, rolling my eyes.
1
My family…is the ordinary, all of the above type of family—except me.
My dad, he works at a fitness program and co-owns it. His confidant friend owns it, they both work out there also…every day in matter of fact. I don’t stay in touch with him a lot, I barley even see him a day. His power is mostly concerned on weight. He can also have visions on seeing images on a person’s past life. It’s sort of like reading minds, but different on seeing images rather than hearing.
Mom…she works at a floral shop, just down the street. She hands out the flowers, plus she is like special at gardening. Flowers are mostly her personality, nothing much about mom. Her power is all about…well gardening. Yeah…that’s pretty weird isn’t it? But it’s the way it is, I guess.
My younger brother, Jeff, who’s fifteen, takes much on dad’s side. Let’s face it, he is more muscular than me, better looks, tanner, gets the girls (which every time I think of that I just roll my eyes), smart, and is…so called "popular". That explains most of him. The only think that bugs me the most is having a brother who is more mature than me. He has powers, which is a shock-energy power, born in his blood to do it. Not surprised.
Oh, and me? The scrawny, little un-popular, not fit, or any of what Jeff got. I’m practically jealous of him, to be honest.
We rode home from the hospital, getting ready to move to a new destination. My dad’s co-company is moving, so we must as well. He’s taking most of the equipment along with him; mom is also going to make a business of her own, being a florist. Moving to a new location. Yippee.
"Chris!" Mom called unexpectedly to me. "I need your help lifting some of these boxes! They’re unbelievably heavy!" Mom groaned.
Yeah, like I could help, as helpless as I am. I thought, as I ran to mom to "try" to help.
"Where’s Jeff?" I asked while I panted.
"He’s helping your father getting the exercise equipment downtown." She said loading her flowers into the moving van, packed in loads of bubble-wrap around on all of her flower vases, then lays it in a box that said: Caution. FRAGILE
"Of course." I said rolling my eyes. I grabbed a box of her cookbooks and set them in the moving van.
"Oh, don’t be that way sweetie, you will get them too." She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a five-year-old.
"Yeah, seven months!" I complained, setting another box in the truck.
"It’ll go by quick, trust me."
2.
At that moment, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I clutched it out of my pocket and ran back ins