Chapter 1 – I float?
My life was pretty normal. Well, okay, so it wasn't really all that "normal", but what is, anyway? Let's just say my life has changed a lot.
Anywho, up until I turned 16, I was an average, home-schooled girl. So, yeah, I know being home-schooled isn't exactly average, but it isn't like I had major social issues. Well, at least I didn't think I did. But that's beside the point. The point is that I led an average life. I "went" to school, I went to church, I interacted with my family, and I participated in a few sports. But everything changed Tuesday, September 26, 20--, the day of my sixteenth birthday.
I had been looking forward to this day for months. Finally, I'd be sixteen. Besides being home-schooled, I was young for my grade. I was a junior, and it seemed like everyone was older than me. What I didn't know was that my age wasn't the only thing that would separate me.
I woke up slowly, feeling extremely happy and excited. I was very well rested and I couldn't remember my bed ever feeling this comfortable. It felt like I was floating on air. As I slowly opened my eyes, I fell off my bed in shock. Well, I'm not really sure you can say I fell off my bed… I wasn't on it to begin with. I had been floating!
Not sure what to make of this, I got up and tried to make sure I was really awake. Surely I couldn't have been floating; that just wasn't possible! People don't float!
As I got dressed, I decided I must have fallen back to sleep and dream that I was floating, waking up when I rolled of my bed with the absurdity of the thought.
The day went beautifully. Everybody was very nice and wished me a happy birthday. I got a few presents, but since I was having a party that weekend, they weren't anything big. Since it was my birthday, and I had the privilege of being home-schooled, I had minimal school work to do. I spent most of my day outside lying in the hammock and reading. By that evening, I had completely forgotten about my dream that morning.
The next morning my dad got my up to exercise, just like he always did. Well, not exactly like he always did…
"Tira! What in the world? Wha… How… Wake up!"
For the second day in a row, I fell out of my bed… um… I guess you would actually say I fell out of the air…
Anywho, my dad wasn't nearly as freaked as I was. I started flipping out, asking him if he was sure I had been floating. Couldn't we have both been seeing things? Instead of being majorly concerned about our mental heath, my dad asked me to concentrate and try to float again. What? People don't float! Since when did the world forget the laws of physics?
After giving him a really weird look, I closed my eyes and started concentrating. How are you supposed to start floating? Umm… happy thoughts! That's what I need… you know, like in Peter Pan? So, I started thinking happy thoughts; vacation on the beach, snowboarding on the Alps, and last week's whipped cream fight with my best friends. The last one got me giggling, so my dad had to cut in and ask what I was doing. I opened my eyes to find myself at eye level with him, even though I was sitting cross legged on the floor. Well, at least, I was on the floor last thing I knew. I gave an involuntary scream and crashed to the floor.
By now I was completely freaked out. Floating? Seriously people, it isn't possible! My dad, I was now convinced, had lost it. Instead of not believing what we both thought we were seeing, he runs out of my room yelling excitedly for my mom. He was excited that we were insane?
After dragging my mom upstairs and having me float again, he finally explained himself. Apparently, there is such a thing in the world as Supers, real people, if you can call them that, who have superpowers, such as floating. Anywho, it turned out that one of my great-great-great-grandparents was the last in a long line of powerful supers. Why am I always the last to know?
Oh, by now you might be wondering who I am. My name is Tirananniel Apsenniel Oigthierna, and this is my story.