[ WP ] You have every superpower there is , but only when doing pointless tasks

When the bullies came after me, I started sharpening pencils in class. 
 
 It became so much of a habit that I started offering to sharpen my classmates' pencils, and bringing tons of colouring pencils to school just to formulate a habit of it. I did n't need to, since I preferred using pens. But the task was a stress reliever and I would do it for hours just to catch the sound of lead breaking during a particularly bad twist. 
 
 I also found that this habit was changing things for me. Small things, really. I would find things I did n't know I was looking for. Money on the floor. Spare clothes whenever some of the girls would pour juice over my gym stuff in the changing room. A popular girl who tried to knock my collection of pencils off the table simply slipped, causing her to fall face first against the corner of some guy's desk. It nearly took her eye out. 
 
 She tried to blame it on me. The teachers found my habit unnerving when they confronted me. It was n't long before they confiscated all my pencils away. 
 
 I came back the next day with boxes of paper clips, which I kept bending out of shape. Some of the girls who came after me kept finding cockroaches in their shoes. A girl who tried to run me off the road found her car crushed by a fallen tree. 
 
 It got to the point where one of them summoned their boyfriend to deal with me and I was confident enough to say, `` Do n't do it if you ever want to play football again.'' 
 
 I think he hit me in the face. 
 
 I only remember waking up in the hospital, folding origami boxes from napkins. I left the same day with only the memory of some kind of throbbing around my eye, but no bruises to show for it. My parents raged at the teachers, but I told them to hold back. 
 
 `` He ca n't ever escape me,'' I told them, `` I already know his name.'' 
 
 I folded nine hundred and ninety-nine paper cranes that night, because I heard that a thousand made a wish, and all I wanted were curses and what-could-have-beens. 
 
 I scattered them all over his car in the school parking lot, taking care to hide some up the exhaust pipe. 
 
 `` Look alive,'' I told him, when he crossed my path in one of the halls. 
 
 He looked back at me, squinting from behind a pair of half-inch thick plastic rims, his clothes two sizes too big over his now skinny frame, and not a single friend in sight around him.
