Thomas Freeman
This is going to be fun, I say to myself over and over. This isn't going to suck, this is going to be very interesting. These people will teach you how to control yourself. It's a lot better than what you deserver, after almost killing a boy. these words run in my head like a broken record, completely distracting me from the lady is telling us. I remain somewhere in space until a short, fat man walks up to us boys of the group. His smile and his thick, flaming red beard makes me like him instantly, and I eagerly reach forward to shake his hand. He starts walking with me and the two other guys following.
When I see that he is leading us to a gymnasium, my shoulders droop. It's going to be near impossible to show off my speed in this cramped space. I kick at the floor, my sneakers making a squeaky sound.
The other boy, Ryan, goes first. Looking embarrassed, he shuffles out into the middle of the gymnasium. I watch as a lightning bolt - or a laser, maybe - zips out of his hands, so strong it blows him back into a wall. I jump nearly three feet in the air. That was amazing! Ryan shoots a few more lightning thingamajigs, though none are as bright and powerful as the first ones.
I am hopping from foot to foot now, impatient to get started with my turn. I can barely control myself enough to walk into the middle when Dr. Lane calls my name. I stand there a moment. How can I do this? I stroll over to the very edge of the gymnasium. I have about 75 yard, which is not nearly as much as I'd hoped but it will do. I bend down, tensed and ready to go. 3... 2... 1... Leaping up, I am at the other side in approximately five seconds. I turn on a dime and head straight for Dr. Lane, screeching to a halt only just before I hit him. I can't help feeling a surge of satisfaction when his eyes widen and his face goes as red as his beard.
"Can I get some hurdles?" I ask. Immediatly, three are being pushed towards me. These ones won't work, they are only 2.5 feet high. I start stacking them into a kind of pyramid; I really want to show them what I can do. When I am satisfied that the structure, which is now as tall as Dr. Lane, is sturdy enough, I back up a few steps. A running start will only make it less impressive. Taking a deep breath, I take a few steps forward and hop straight up in the air, clearing the pyramid easily. I land on the other side with a kind of rolling motion and pop up. Dr. Lane nods at me, then starts writing stuff on his clipboard thing.
I sigh, suddenly feeling bad. I shouldn't have shown off. I wasn't the one who gave me my speed and agility. I don't deserve be prideful and bragging like I am. Looking at the shiny floor, I quietly take my place between the other boys.
