Jeff's POV:
I watched as Ness took out yet another Starman with his stupid PK Rockin'. He was getting too powerful for his own good, and I was getting sick of it. I just happened to be destined for this. Teaming up with three other kids who have effin' superpowers. But look at me. Small and insignificant, and no special ability whatsoever. I mean, really. Who the hell decided this as my destiny, anyway?
Another Starman appeared, but I beat Ness to it that time, with a quick look into my pocket. I pulled out one of my smaller bottle rockets, and fired it within a few seconds of getting it out. Poo found it necessary to roll his eyes at me, thinking I wouldn't notice. Suddenly I felt rage boil inside me, which suddenly burst its way out. Via words.
"What, you think it's funny that all I can do is throw stupid BOTTLES at everything we have to fight? You try going without PSI for a change! See how long you last without some strong attack!"
Poo looked apologetically at me, realizing that I saw his last expression. Paula was the only one to speak.
"Look Jeff, We all know you're a bit ticked off that you don't have PSI, alright? But don't take it out on us…" She couldn't continue further than that. There weren't any promises for me, no 'Oh, well it'll all be okay's. I was stuck.
A/N: Short, yes, but it's the prologue, and I need a bit of help from you guys. If you are so kind as to review now instead of waiting (which I would LOVE so very much!), then I ask of you, please give me some pointers on how to have the characters act. Cause, well, I don't have much to work off of. Heh…
