(Author note: For this chapter, Mira is changed to “I” as this part is from Mira’s point of view. Hopefully this won’t provide any understanding problems.)
I feel really awesome. I could take over the world right here, right now. And if anyone tries to stop me, well, I’ll just leave it at that. My old boyfriend had better not blow this for me; it’s not that I think he will, mind you, ‘cause I’ll be watching his every step. Maybe it’s the gem making me think this way... maybe I’m even possessed in some sort of way, but I’m not concerned about that right now. As long as my “friend” doesn’t try to take the gem away from me, again, I’m fine.
However the matter, school was still going on. All I had to do was get through the day and then I’d be off... somewhere... I wasn’t exactly sure where I would go after today. Although I felt good, I still cared slightly about what people thought of me, mostly because if they didn’t like me, it’d be harder to get what I wanted.
But... what did I want? To be “free”?
To just use this power to my own advantages? To really be a super hero that saved people? Or should I conquer human kind? All of these sounded like good ideas to me. Maybe I could somehow do a combination of all of they... wouldn’t that be nice, for me anyway.
I began to wonder if I could even get through the school day... So many thoughts and ideas kelt popping into my mind, just begging me to make them reality. I mean, it’s not every day that you gain some awesome new powers! But, I guessed all that would have to wait, another... half... hour...
I was so busy thinking all these things, that I barely noticed that my teacher, Mr. Diceke, was waiting for me to answer his question. Heck, I didn’t even know if he had asked a question or if he just thought embarrassing people by staring at them was fun. What was his problem anyway?
“Ms. Ninece, I see you don’t care enough to even give an answer?”
Mr. Diceke said quantity, nudging his pointed glasses a bit to high on his stout, smug face.
“Well, Mr. ... Stout. You’re right on one thing only: I really don’t care what the *beep* you teach in this class, nor do I give a *beep* about what this school is for. I would much rather be at home sitting on my “lazy” bottom, drinking a coke and watching T.V. reruns. Isn’t that right Mr. Stout? That I’m a nobody that you think you can rule over? Well, I’m not, so *beep* you.” I shot back at him. Oh boy was I in trouble now, but again, I seriously didn’t care.
The class oooed and ahhhed, as I made my show down with the most annoying teacher in the world.
“Well, well...” Mr. Diceke studdered, obviously not expecting that response.
My friend looked over at me, apauled. Oh great, now he had a problem too? I mentally sighed.
Fine.
I could deal with *beeping* teachers.
I could deal with Anyone.
Focusing my new powers, I slowly stretched my arm under my desk, towards my victim’s leg. Grabbing Mr. Diceke or Mr. Stout, if you will, as I had not long ago nicknamed him, I began to expand my hand around him, covering his entire lower body. I must say, I looked like the leader of the Fantastic 4, with my stretching abilities, but I was much more than just that...
While creeping my arm around him, I heard my old boyfriend shout,
“Wait, Mira, don’t do it!”
He had NO control over me! How dare he oppose me.
Upon fully covering the teacher, I proceeded in my plans; then being to turn him into my latex slave for the rest of his life...