Yes... Yes I Am

     This is going to be a semi-lazy post.  For my school I have to write two "benchmarks" each semester.  This is going to be one that I just finished today.  Hope you enjoy it.  =^)

When I Found Out I Was a Super Hero

            Hi, my name is Audrey Ditto.  When I was 13 years old, I wasn’t expecting much from life.  School was starting getting harder.  I didn’t get to hang out with my friends as much as I used to.  Things were getting a little boring.  However, this all changed one afternoon.  My brothers had been trying to scare me all day, popping out of corners sneaking up behind me.  I was getting pretty annoyed with them.  Then, I heard something behind me.  Instead of turning around, I just calmly kept walking; suddenly I could see my little brother Matthew though.  I could see myself as well.  Matthew was slowly creeping up behind me, except he was in the air, but still moving slowly.  I realized that not only did I see Matthew, but I saw myself as well.  There was a ringing in my ears, it felt like my eyes had left my head and were floating somewhere above me in the air.  Everything was in slow motion.  This had taken only a few seconds, suddenly my eyes were looking back where they should be.  I turned around and caught my brother.  He was surprised, and so was I.  That’s when I realized I had been given a gift; a gift to be the coolest person ever.

            It’s been three years since then.  I have saved the world dozens of times.  I call myself The Third (as in third person, maybe too much English class), and I wear a mask.  Some people call me a hero others call me a heroine.  I tried to keep people from knowing the truth about me, it didn’t last long.  However, only one person knows my secret, my best friend Katrina.  I saved her from an explosion at her school but my mask came off during the blast, luckily, the only person to see me out of the whole school was her.  I eat healthy, and exercise daily, so that I will be able to keep those I love safe.  Over the years I have dug out a basement under my room.  This basement has a tunnel that leads to my twenty-one speed bike, I don’t have my drivers license yet, so it will do for now.  I can sense people in trouble now, so I am able to go and help them.  I have come close to death often, fortunately, Katrina is learning to become a doctor someday so I just pretend I am spending the night at her house when I’m hurt really bad.  I’m a Junior in high school and I have a lot of school to do.  I have no arch foe, however I have many people who don’t like me, whether they are good law abiding citizens or criminals. 

I don’t have much time for fun.  However, when people are in trouble and I have the chance to help, what should stop me?  I have learned that I am not the most important person, the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, or even the bravest.  I am a person who was given an ability to help others, whether they seem important or not.  There is so much that I can do, and there are many people who need my help.  I’ve learned to be forgiving to people who don’t understand me.  I also realized I may never be thanked for the things I’ve done.  Sometimes I do the wrong things, and I make mistakes.  Nevertheless, I have a job to do.