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bed
it’s late!”
    I sighed. Stupid curfew.
    “ Alright.” I responded. I shut my
diary just as papa was coming upstairs.
    “ Night darling.” he said leaning
forward to kiss my forehead. Papa had shocking red hair and fierce
blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean.
    “ Night.” I told him. I shut my
eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.
    I was surfing. I had never surfed in my life
but somehow I was the best in the world. I was riding a wave in the
Atlantic Ocean in a surfing competition. Then I spotted a fin
sticking out of the water. Everyone else panicked, but I stayed
calm. I made a giant fist out of water, grabbed the shark and threw
him all way out into the depths of the ocean. I jumped of my board
and started paddling towards shore. Everyone was chanting my name
and boy did it feel good.
    “ CARLY! CARLY! CARLY!”
    I awoke with papa screaming my name. “Carly!
Wake up! It’s time for school!” I hopped out of bed and started
getting ready for the day. All the time a big fat smile was stuck
on my face. Those sharks better beware. A new superhero was in
town. And she was called Electric Eel.
    Darryl
    IV
     
    I knew the others were using the powers for
fun, but I had a job to do. Dad died when I was five, so Mum was
the only family I had (not that she was a good relative, and my
mother no less!). We were never rich even when Dad was around. But
know we were almost bankrupt. Luckily I gained a scholarship in
D.C. so we packed up sold our house and flew here. We didn’t get a
lot for our house, but it got us enough money for a two-bedroom
apartment and a small car. I was never what you could call popular,
but I was smart. It didn’t win me any friends, but it did make
school easier.
    I had a love for books. Any book.
Encyclopedias, fantasy, myth, legend, adventure. I loved them all.
But for a reason I never understood most people hated books and
thought reading was labor.
    I hated that.
    Being born in the twenty-first century I
didn’t experience labor like my grandmother and mean mother did.
Being an African-American was a terrible thing to be back then.
There were all kinds of horrid laws, which stated a black couldn’t
do things a white can.
    Sure those rules were banished, but some
humans just never change. I still get dirty looks wherever I go for
daring to be an African.
    My hair and
complexion was not far off from the color of a roasted coffee bean.
But my eyes were the color of gold. Okay maybe they’re not gold, but hey a
guy got to dream.
    Anyway, everyone in my family has those eyes,
but the gift seemed to be limited to only my family. That really
boosted my self-confidence. But not enough to make me immune to the
teasing of bullies.
    I’ve had my share of bullies over the year, but
know bullies are the least things on my mind now that I have my
powers.
    My elastic powers really help with studying so
that’s a bonus. For example if I’m sitting on my bed and I want to
get a book on the other side of the room I can simply stretch my
arm and pick it up instead of having to get all the way up from my
bed and walking all the way to my desk, just so I can read my
favorite book: Moby Dick.
    Also my ability to invent things so quickly and
with such ease would make science projects so much easier. Now I
wouldn’t have to spend weeks studying magnets just to figure out
how to levitate a can of coke for more than thirty
seconds.
    My powers came
right in time for the annual science fair. This time I used my
powers to invent a super magnet that could allow a dozen cans of
coke to hover for more than an hour. No research needed. I wondered
if the others had thought of that. Using the powers to win the
competition. I mean Carly could use her powers to cause a blackout
and say it was all because of her “machine”. Jake could also make a
force field and say his machine had made it. Harrison could make a fire
and make shapes out of it, but never letting it harm
anyone.
    I realized all the others could