I do not own the Michael Vey series. It is awesome and I wish I owned it, but in reality, RPE does, not moi

I've said it more than enough. Being electric is awesome. Sometimes. Not a lot of times. The other percentage of the time it sucks ass. In health class, they told us that as we got older, we'd start getting more attracted to girls (or guys if that's your thing). But from what I could tell, I'm like a Glen Quagmire on 'roids. It might have to do with my electricity. "Just do what every other guy and girl out there does." you might say. Yeah, well it's a little hard to jerk off when your hand shoots out sparks after ten seconds. Being electric is rough.

This is a message to any teenage girls out there with boyfriends. You may think that all your boyfriend and his friends talk about are videogames and action movies and shit like that. Well in reality that's only thirty to forty five percent of the conversation. The other half is about (excuse the language here) the three C's. Chicks, Cleavage, and Cunts. If your boyfriend doesn't talk about the three C's, he is either: (A. a keeper or (B. gay.

I know this stuff first hand. While I don't have a lot of friends to talk to, I talk about it enough with the one friend I do have, Ostin. As you could anticipate, Ostin is a nerd/gamer. So next to nerdy stuff, all he talks about is chicks and other sex related stuff. Ostin is the only person besides my mom who knows about my powers. Which I guess is irrelevant to the story I'm trying to tell.

So, let me tell you what this story is about. Me, the superhuman protagonist, overcoming challenges presented by my powers and the people who gave me them. Well, that is incorporated into the actual tale. What I'm really trying to tell are my encounters with people I met and I eventually…well, I guess you can imagine what. There will be a version of this without the sex and that is all action. But this isn't it.