How I Got My Superpowers (Charlotte S., Grade 5

How I Got My Superpowers By Charlotte S., Grade 5

I stared at the television in disbelief. My face was posted all over the local news. I thought our secret was safe? Was I wrong? And now, I was being called a criminal. I am being searched for in every country. Good thing I'm in space, I think. “You do realise that you're not safe even if you are in space,” says my friend Jason. We work for the KSP, Kids with Special Powers. Jason can read minds, and as for me, I conjure stuff. I was ACCUSED of stealing a ton of money, but really, I was trying to stop the world’s most wanted criminal, besides me of course, Doctor Shnoofelbort. I for one think that my dad- Ahem I mean Doctor Shnoofelbort is the worst, but SOME people disagree. By some people I mean Jason. You see, Jason used to be my dad’s sidekick helping with evil and all of that. He would help plan escapes from jail, make bombs, and make my dad coffee. I have known him for about five years. He got caught by the police and just managed to get off of Death Row with the help of my father. I was there, for all of it. I think Jason feels that he owes my devilish dad something, but I see it the other way around. My dad got him into that mess.

“Look, just as long as you're a wanted criminal I'll be ignoring you in public every chance I get out . But just until everything is cleared up,” Jason stares me in the eyes. I slowly nod, my face getting redder than a tomato. Jason and I are NOT a thing, NOT. Even if i have a few tiny itty bitty TINY feelings Jason and I walk down the hallway of the mansion passing Laura who flew down waving slightly at Jason, and then glaring at me. Laura has had a crush on Jason for about...let me think...two weeks now. “Hi Jason,” she giggled. I glared at her. Apparently I was thinking about bananas and a banana popped into my hand. “Heh, good job lose-... I mean Lia, ahem,” Laura has been a bully ever since I moved in. Ever since my dad went to jail for… doing something I cannot speak of.

I found out that I had powers in the summer of sixth grade on a vacation in Idaho. We were swimming in the Salmon River and I was drowning. My dad was, well, a bad dad and he just laughed. I desperately wished that I had a float on which I could save myself, and a floatie came up into my hand. Fortunately, my dad hadn't noticed this because he was so obsessed with me drowning that he was laughing too hard to actually pay attention to what was going on. When I reached the shore with a float in hand, my dad just assumed I had had it in the first place. Or maybe he thought the kraken had given it to me. The point is, he really couldn’t have cared less. Now most people would look at their hands in disbelief like in my favorite movie, Harry Potter, when he melts Professor