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Thank the lord! I can actually go to sleep at a normal time! Dinner was the usual, the wanting to scream my secret to them so they'd shut up about how he should just disappear, having to explain scratches or bruises. They think I'm extremely clumsy. If only they knew that I could balance on one big toe, and I have before. Sticky situation, almost destroyed New York, not a fun time.

I think my abilities are becoming more finely tuned. I've never frozen a person with my mind like that, then again, he was twelve. Or maybe I'm getting new abilities. That would be cool. Think of what Anna would say if Guardian could suddenly fly or something, she'd probably write a fanfiction on him carrying her away in his arms.

I mean, Anna is pretty. I wouldn't be opposed to dating her, I guess. But she's like my sister, now, I've never had a real sibling, but I'm guessing I wouldn't want to kiss them if I did. She got her equally-as-horrible nickname earlier than me, in fourth grade. Freakazoid was the best they could come up with then. Not much seems to have changed in brain capacity. She got braces really early, she pulled out all her teeth the moment they were slightly wiggly, so they gave her braces. Except she had the headgear. I don't know why, what was so especially wrong with her teeth, but she looked like she was ready for a football game. And her mom cut her hair really short. So, in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory picture little Willy Wonka, with the head gear, and then give him a girl's face, but keep the hair and... accessories. That was Anna in fourth and fifth grade. She also dresses... differently. Like, today's outfit: a black t-shirt she obviously cut with some obscure symbol for some band in silver, then white, incredibly ripped jeans. Not bad so far, right? But then put a grey and silver tutu over that, and black and white striped knee high socks over her jeans. Then black flats.

I collapse into bed and immediately fall into a dreamless sleep.

Saturday, oh Saturday! I wake up around two, even though I went to bed at ten. I barely have time to stretch when I hear my name. I groan, but she sounds like she's really in trouble. I throw on the mask and launch myself out my window, then realize I forgot to aim for anything.

S**t.

And just like that, I'm not falling. I can fly. Oh my god, I can actually fly. People down below see me and point, I do a tumble in the air and scream with joy, “I can fly!” Then I calm down as I near where the call came from. In an alley. Oh, so original.

I land in shadow, and take in the scene in an instant, plotting escape routes, where weapons can be found, and what's going on. A girl from my school is on the ground, with a guy standing over her, about to do something unspeakable. Without a sound, I stand behind him, rip a rusted pipe off the brick wall behind me, and smash it over his head. He's knocked out immediately.

“Stay here.” I say to the girl, who looks too frightened to move anyway. I lift him up by his underarms, and fly him over to a police car, drop him, give the cop a little solute, and fly back to the girl. One of her legs is broken, a clean break, as if the rapist just snapped it in half so she couldn't run.

“Thank you.” She whispers as I fly her out of the alley. Well that's a new one. Normally the first words out of anyone's mouth is “What are you?” or “Who are you?” depending on what they've seen me do.

“Anytime.” I say, and she actually laughs despite what's just happened to her, and despite who I am, she actually laughs.

“I'd prefer this to be the only time.” She says.

“Me too.” I say, as I land in front of the hospital and walk in. I'm a regular, bring mugging victims all the time, if they really need it. The receptionist takes care of her, and I wave, then go home. I never found out her name.

Monday rolls around without any new disasters or robberies or anything and I sit in Pre Calc, waiting for the teacher to come in, she's always late. We have a good ten minutes until Ms. Lone comes in, so we're all surprised when the door opens. Then I notice the two empty seats, one next to me, and one way in the back.

Two girls walk in. One holding two sets of books, and the other on crutches. My school is pretty big, so I knew her face, not her name. She sits in the seat next to me, and her friend gives her her books, then takes her seat in the back. The girl in front of her turns around, “Oh my god, Devyn, what happened?”

“Well, not too much-” Not too much? A guy snapped her leg, almost raped her, and then she was saved by a freaking super hero! Not much?! “-um... a guy almost... you know...” The other girl gasps, and holds Devyn's hand concernedly. “And then... Guardian saved me and brought me to the hospital. He can fly now.” She says, shrugging. A shrug? She seriously just shrugged? Okay, Ryan, you're taking this waaay too personally, she's just not a fangirl.

“Omigod. Guardian saved you?” The girl squeaks.

“Shush!” Devyn tries to shut her up, but it's too late. In seconds, every girl in the class crowds around her to hear the story. Then, Ms. Lone walks in and saves her, I see her breathe a sigh of relief.

Ms. Lone gets right to the lesson and hands out a few questions, when we pass them in, she corrects them and lets us start on our homework. Then she calls Devyn over, and I hand her her crutches. I listen closely, too curious for my own good.

“You're a bright girl, Devyn, but you seem to be struggling this semester, w would you feel about a tutor?”

“I think that would be good.” Devyn agrees, knowing she needs it.

“How does Mr. Norstrom sound?” Ms. Lone says. Devyn shrugs. I try not to make any suggestion that I have heard. And Ms. Lone calls me over.

“Ryan, would you mind being a tutor for a little while? Devyn here needs one and you're the perfect man for the job.”

“Sure.” I shrug.

“Thank you!”

“Anytime.” I say. Devyn looks at me quickly. S**t.

“Now I'll let you two work out the details.” The teacher dismisses us.

“You have anything after school today?” She asks.

“No, I'm free.” I answer, watching my feet.

“So, my house or yours?” She asks. I think of my room, posters of girls in bikinis and an interesting internet history, then coupled with the hundreds of books and the algorithms and equations, many digits of pi...

“How about mine, we have a library, it's good in there.” I reply.

“Great, how about I just go home with you?” She says.

“Sounds good.” I say.

Then remember that I walk home.

Author's Note

reviews please!

Reviews

[Sylvana]

Devyn doesn't care much about Guardian! I believe I can see what will happen! Looove~~
Okay. Well then. I wonder if Devyn can recognize Ryan's voice...? Oh and once again it can use a little more detail, but I like how you described the every day life in high school, and the fangirling... girls. I'd be one of them, if he has a nice booty ;D
Right. I didn't say that.

[janiksxxl]

“...She got braces really early,because she...” would feel a more natural flowing sentence. If I must say then description of Ann was a bit strange. I understood a bit and didn't understood a bit and I'm not really sure how big where these bits of me understanding and not understanding.
The part of girls coming in felt a bit unnatural. Really just a bit and I can't filter out what really makes it feel so.
It felt a bit too much of shrugging in too small fragment to not notice that @ the end.
Otherwise it's good chapter. Dialogs are good and feel natural. School life descriptions too and fangirls :D.

[Cole Hayley]

A very strong chapter sophie, my favorite so far! I love how you make the dialogue feel so real (just like in the one direction fan fiction ;) ), but you use it here aswell so effectively.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good chapter. I like the entering of the girls with the story of the hero. I like how you described daily life. School and late teachers. A very good ending to the excellent chapter.
Coyote