August 12, 2012
Dear Journal,
Today has to be the most
amazing day I have ever been in! You
would not believe the day I have had. I
mean to sum it all up, I now have…wait.
Build it up, build up everything, I’m supposed to be leading to
something, not just spilling my secrets, ha!
That must’ve been anti-climactic, right?
Let me start over. Sorry, this is my first post, so I’m still a
bit nervous. Imagine, being nervous
talking to…well, you’re not exactly alive, now are you? I mean, you can’t do anything, you can’t
fight back you can’t…stick to the point, right.
Where was I? Oh, right, today.
Today was the day. THE, day.
The day I was going to ask for a raise.
I know, I know, the school hasn’t exactly been receptive of me (I think
the principal called me Larry instead of Gary), but I was confident. I’d been working there for five years,
obviously there had to be something, right?
I wonder if I should still ask for a raise after what happened…probably
not.
All right, all right, all
right, the day. I went to school…well,
tried to. I was taking the back roads through
the woods (7:00 in the morning, only real option is back roads or traffic, am I
right?), windows down on my way to teacher workshops, when all I hear is a
pop. It wasn’t gunfire or a loud
explosion, more like the sound a jar makes as the air seal is broken. Times fifty.
And with it I see a couple of branches just fly past the hood of my car,
one even struck my car! I slam on the
breaks, pull over to the side of the road, and get out of the car.
I don’t know what I was
thinking. Somebody might be hurt, there
might be something really cool, and as much as I wanted a raise I didn’t really
want to be in teacher workshops on a weekend…but I went. Dress shoes, khaki slacks and all, I went
trudging through the woods. Yes, there
was mud, and yes did I step in it. As
I’m typing this my shoes are drying off the caked mud and awaiting a stiff
brush and some prayers that the muck will just fly off. Wouldn’t that be ironic? Getting ahead of myself again…
Anyways, I’m a couple hundred
yards off the road, when I start seeing a glow.
Not an aliens-have-landed glow, or even a sunshine glow. First off, it wasn’t coming from the sky. Instead, I could see the light kind of
seeping out of the ground. And the glow
wasn’t even fixated on a particular color.
It changed from red to orange to green, almost every color in the
spectrum without any sort of pattern. It was kind of cool.
I know what your first thought
was. I kind of freaked myself when my
first thought was radioactive spill-off, get ready for cancer or a third
eye…but I didn’t feel cancerous or anything.
Cancerous…can you feel cancerous?
Is there a sensation attached to radioactivity? I’ll admit I’ve read my fair share of comic
books and watched superhero movies, but I don’t know how one feels when you’re
next to anything nuclear. Maybe there’s
a lot of pain, or perhaps a tingly feeling?
I don’t know, I couldn’t know, so how could I even expect there to
be…whatever? All I knew was I didn’t
feel anything beyond normal. And the
light was looking really cool. So I went
further in.
First thing I thought when I
saw what the glow was, was kind of disappointed. There wasn’t a clearing with signs drawn over
the ground. There wasn’t a burnt up
circle to indicate where extraterrestrials had landed. Just a tree, with glowing roots. Yes, glowing roots. And let me stress that the rest of the tree
wasn’t glowing. What the hell was up
with this tree? What kind of tree has
glowing roots? Was I losing my
mind? Am I in the middle of losing my
mind? Should I be taking iodine and
staying away from x-rays for life?
Why is this the best day
ever? Because I was totally, completely
and unequivocally stupid. I didn’t run
for the hills, I didn’t call the cops.
Instead, I tried to find out why the tree only had glowing roots. Yes, I touched it. And blacked out.
I woke up next to my car in the
high school parking lot. I managed to
get up to find Kelly Bentz, AKA my boss, walking towards my car with not the
best look on her face. I was about to
get fired. Apparently the principal
didn’t enjoy the fact that I missed six hours of mandatory workshops, and
instead just showed up with mud all over my shoes, dirt on my face, and no
explanation for where I was.
So here I am, unemployed,
possibly exposed to radiation, and bills coming up pretty soon. Why is this a great day? Why is this quite possibly the best day of my
life?
Because
I have superpowers.
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