[ WP ] Your extremely specific superpower finally gets to be used .

I'd graduated college with a degree in history. I'd slaved endless hours as a superhero with no recognition and no use. Today, that would all change. 
 
 I waltzed into my high school classroom. It was bare; I had only gotten the job about a week before school started. No time at all to decorate. That would make it all the better, y'see. Students would filter in to their American History class, bored, angsty, hopeless... pencil-less. They'd expect nothing short of, well, *nothing* from their new teacher. And then... And *then... * 
 
 Oh, it made me giddy just to think about it. 
 
 I slung my backpack onto the floor next to my chair and took a heavy seat. The cushion let loose a satisfying *pppssssss* as I hunkered down. 
 
 Any minute now. Any minute. 
 
 The first student, timid and short, crept in through the door. Obviously going to be the quiet smarty. He definitely would n't need my amazing, supernatural help. 
 
 Next came a gaggle of preps, talking and laughing and gossiping loudly. They shot a glance at the quiet kid and giggled. Eventually, a steady stream of students was flowing in. God, there had to be at least forty kids in this class. One of them was *bound* to need my help. 
 
 The late bell rang just as the last straggler stumbled in out of breath. I sat at my desk, hands clasped together calmly. This is it. This is the moment. 
 
 `` So, class,'' I said, and the scattered whispers quieted immediately. `` This is American History. I would like you to pull out a sheet of paper and a pencil for notes. We will be diving right in.'' 
 
 The loud shuffling of paper overtook the room for a few moments. The overhead projector warmed to life slowly as I pulled the notes up on my laptop. A few giggles sounded from the gossip girls, and I ignored them. 
 
 `` I know you guys,'' I said slyly, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. `` One of you probably forgot your pencil. Or a bunch of you. Does anybody in here need a spare pencil?'' 
 
 A wobbly hand slowly made its way up into the air. It was the quiet kid. Huh, of all people, I thought he'd be prepared. 
 
 I smiled. `` Then,'' I said, holding my hand out towards the mass of students, `` I'll make one for you.'' 
 
 A pencil materialized in my outstretched hand, new and perfectly sharpened. An audible gasp rippled through the class. 
 
 The quiet kid slowly, *slowly* stood up from his seat and walked to the front. His hand hovered over mine, unsure whether or not to take the pencil. He glanced up at me. 
 
 `` Oh.'' I looked at the pencil in my hand pointedly. `` You would like two, would n't you? Never hurts to be prepared.'' 
 
 The class gasped again then began shouting in confused excitement. Another pencil had constructed itself from the aether. It lay in my hand right next to the first. It was perfect. Beautiful. *Useful. * My superpower was *useful. * 
 
 `` Th-Thanks,'' he muttered, his eyes glued to the magical writing utensils. He plucked them out of my hand and walked back to his seat. The entire class followed the pencils seated in his upturned hand with their eyes. 
 
 Hell. Yes. 
 
 Pencil Man was going to make a name for himself.
