Superpowers? By Lucy Partin

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9:15

Dear Diary, 
Hi, my name is Jessie and I have superpowers. I know that you think that superpowers are not real. But I know I have them. Mom used to tell me I had special powers like I can make someone smile by telling a joke. I don’t know how that is a superpower but it seemed to work. When dad was home, which was not very often, he would teach me how to ride my bike. He said my superpowers were that I could control the bike without the help of my pink training wheels. But I don’t believe that's a real superpower either, but don’t tell mom and dad that. You see I do have a real superpower. Because I can do one thing most people can’t. It frightens my friends when I tell them about my powers. But I believe they are just jealous. Grownups just shrug off my superpower like it's some sick joke. But I swear to you, diary, that I do have a superpower. Some people have told me that they can relieve me of my powers. But I don't even know what relieve means, I mean I’m only eleven. But if it's what I think it means that I don’t want them to do it. You see I love this power an….. Oh shoot mom is coming to be right back
12:30
Dear Diary,

Whoops, mom almost found my diary. She doesn’t like it when I write about my REAL superpower. She says having physical evidence of this power is dangerous. But who is gonna believe an eleven-year-old about a “superpower” that she wrote about in her diary? But maybe someone will, someday. There is this one girl named Claire. She comes over late and usually stands at the end of my bed until I wake up. We get out of bed and I teach her to play on my Ds. and she shows me how to fly. Those nights are my favorite. We are no longer alone. But unfortunately claire is a little shy so she always goes away when she hears my parents. And then it’s only my fault when I get in trouble for being out of my bed, not hers for making me get out of bed. So I’ll go back to bed and Claire is nowhere to be found. It’s not until later that I hear her settle into the spot in my closet that I made for her for the nights she slept over. 

3:18
Dear Diary,
I almost forgot to tell you what my power is. Well, this is the biggest secret I could have kept because Claire doesn't like me to tell people about her. But this is a diary so no one will read it. So my power is I can talk to ghosts. Claire told me not to call her a demon because she is not like the other creatures in my house, whatever that means. I am the only one that can see her and talk to her. So basically I’m her only friend. I asked one time why she was in my boring old house and she just shrugged and said this was her house once too, but she refused to answer any more questions. That’s fine, I’m thankful that I have a good friend I can count on. I know you're probably wondering if I’m ever scared that the other creatures will come to talk to me too but honestly I’m excited for new friends to join our group. They wouldn’t hurt me. Why would they? I’m good at them, and they're good for me. Just as long as no one moves the wall separating the kitchen and living room we will have nothing to worry about. OK well, I’m tired goodnight diary. 

8:00
“Hey mom” I yelled down the stairs as I was getting ready for school. “Hey honey, come downstairs we are doing some renovating” she yelled back. Utterly delusional I smiled, just in my jeans and a blue t-shirt that said I love to swim from second grade and swiftly moved my feet down the stairs into the kitchen. That is when I saw it. The sledgehammer being wielded over my father's head right into the wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. Eyes wide I ran to the wall but it was already too late. The damage had been done. What were we supposed to do now, we broke the rules. 


10:56
Dear Diary,
I’m scared, Claire has no come out to play yet. I hear noises under my bed. I tried yelling for mom and dad but they didn’t hear me. All I can see if this tall man with long limbs, a top hat and wearing all black in the dark corner of my room. I try to look but I can feel that he’s getting closer. Claire never told me about him and I don’t feel safe. I don’t want my superpower anymore. Someone anyone please help me

12:45 pm
Today on November 27th Jessie Smith was taken from her home during the night. If you have any information on her location please contact the police at this number (891-754-3728)

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