[ WP ] You are a bullied , awkward teen who one day gets the powers of god . But you are too shy to use them .

I sat alone again, today. On the left side of the classroom, in the third row, all the way to the edge. Miss Lucero asked me why I liked sitting there. `` So I can see outside,'' I told her. 
 
 I must have mumbled, because she stared at me for a few seconds before darting her eyes to another student. It was fine. I mean, it was awkward - it's always awkward- but it was also fine because we both knew it was awkward, and we also both knew that the view outside had nothing to do with why I was sitting there. 
 
 I'm quiet. I know I'm quiet. It does n't mean I do n't enjoy conversation. I really like listening to people. But when I try to say something back, I just mumble and stumble over words, and I still have n't learned how to respond quickly without sounding like an idiot, or how to end a conversation without being rude. It's easier not to talk to anyone. Over time, the other kids found it easier to not talk to me. 
 
 Today was a good day for that. I woke up with eyes burning and my hands tingling, and my stomach both clenched and unclenched. I shook with unspent energy, my whole body fighting to release it. I knew what it was. And what it was, was embarassing. 
 
 When I had released the power, in the past, it took control of me and did things that I did n't ask it to do. Usually small things that nobody noticed because usually nobody noticed me. Things like pulling a cherry blossom out of a pine needle, or growing a new squirrel out of the tree in our backyard. It was all very quiet and unnoticeable. I was not. 
 
 My eyes would shine, gold along the edges and bright as any star. My hair would stick out, waves of electricity darting through each strand. The air around me would shift: dark, then light, then something neither dark nor light but whatever it was looked strange to everyone else. And that's what everyone saw. 
 
 When I had come back from those energy releases, I would find people staring. At me, they were staring. I had done something noticeable, and so they would notice. 
 
 `` What did you just do?'' I was asked. `` I do n't know,'' I had mumbled. 
 
 And I did n't know. I did n't know why the power flew through me and out and made me do things that I should n't have been able to do. I did n't know why my body reacted the way it did to that power, like I did n't quite belong to the world around me. 
 
 What I did know, during each time, is that my mumble was n't heard, and they always got that face that people got when they could n't hear you - part kind, part annoyed, leaning in slightly with one hear, not quite saying huh, but close enough that it grated - and that face always made me crawl even further into myself, face flushed with fresh warm blood. 
 
 These times were worse because just before I had given them reason to notice me, and so they noticed that I mumbled and my face got red. 
 
 These events were few, and always were with strangers, so I never had to deal with what happened after I ran today. Never did I have to fight back at school. Not until today. 
 
 Today I felt the energy filling me and I did n't know what was going to happen. It felt bigger than normal, more grand, more ambitious, and pulled me towards the rest of the class, however hard I tried to stay next to the window. It demanded release, and I was afraid.
