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Until that day. |
Until that day. |
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My teacher was rattling the same, boring stuff, when I noticed trails in the air. At first, I thought my glasses were smudged, but I then began to see writing on the chalkboard. It was a trail on the board that my teacher seemed to follow with the chalk. Apparently, I was the only one who noticed. Later that day, at lunch, the school bully spills my food over my table because I couldn't pay up. I could have sworn that an outline of his fist flew at me, right before his fist followed the outline. Normally, I would have had a bloody nose. Instead, It was the other way around. |
My teacher was rattling the same, boring stuff, when I noticed trails in the air. At first, I thought my glasses were smudged, but I then began to see writing on the chalkboard. It was a trail on the board that my teacher seemed to follow with the chalk. Apparently, I was the only one who noticed. Later that day, at lunch, the school bully spills my food over my table because I couldn't pay up. I could have sworn that an outline of his fist flew at me, right before his fist followed the outline. Normally, I would have had a bloody nose. Instead, It was the other way around. Fortunately, no teacher in my school with two brain cells thought that the out of shape kid could beat the school Hulk by a long shot. |
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A few days later, my friend begs and pleads with me to win back his money at a betting game. Some thugs, including the school bully, were there, and thought I hustled them when I won fifty bucks off of them. |
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On another note, when I and my friend were chased by some thugs, I hotwired a car in 27 seconds. With a paperclip and paper scissors. |
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===My Powers=== |
===My Powers=== |
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Revision as of 03:09, 22 October 2008
Me
A Summary
I am just a highschooler. Or, I thought I was.
Until that day.
My teacher was rattling the same, boring stuff, when I noticed trails in the air. At first, I thought my glasses were smudged, but I then began to see writing on the chalkboard. It was a trail on the board that my teacher seemed to follow with the chalk. Apparently, I was the only one who noticed. Later that day, at lunch, the school bully spills my food over my table because I couldn't pay up. I could have sworn that an outline of his fist flew at me, right before his fist followed the outline. Normally, I would have had a bloody nose. Instead, It was the other way around. Fortunately, no teacher in my school with two brain cells thought that the out of shape kid could beat the school Hulk by a long shot.
A few days later, my friend begs and pleads with me to win back his money at a betting game. Some thugs, including the school bully, were there, and thought I hustled them when I won fifty bucks off of them.
My Powers
Passive Precognition - Unlike Isaac Mendev's power to paint the future, my power is constantly at work. Even now, my power is active. I can see trails in the air of what is about to happen.
Intuitive Aptitude - I can understand stuff quite well at a glance, and my power doesn't have the "curse" of hunting for more knowledge.
My Episodes
NONE YET... sorry, please be patient with me, my first two episodes are in progress.