“This is not okay! I am kind of happy that I apparently
have super-powers, but still, this is absolutely crazy. With how this day is
going, I will be needing a spandex costume and goofy catch phrase.” Although
time passed slowly and everything seemed frozen, Jack trudged through the
thickness of the spell. Pushing through, he moves, he moves, yet all stands
almost perfectly still.
“This is too crazy, I am only 13, I can’t be
a superhuman. I would have experienced it prior to this. I would have thrown a
couch, or lit a bonfire, froze time at my greatest moments. Something is
happening to me and it’s not natural. I don’t think I can take this.” Jack’s
mind is racing trying to understand this unnatural occurrence.
Though he
is caught up in thought, Jack is still covering ground. He has easily run to
within 4 feet of Tom, but no one else has taken much more than a step. Huffing
he continues toward the ball. Caught up in thought his body is on auto-pilot. “I
can’t think of anything like this every happening in my life. I have never exhibited
anything close to this level of speed, strength, or perception; even with my
most powerful surge of adrenaline I have nothing to compare to this.”
He steals the ball
from Tom and heads to the opposing goal, time seems to slip from the grasp of whatever
held it still. The players on the field start to move, as if in slow motion. The
breeze starts to blow, tickling at Jack’s skin snapping him from his thoughts.
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