I know, when I first saw Tuck flying through the air like I normally do, I reacted kinda badly. But what people don't realize is that wasn't because I was jealous of "sharing the spotlight" or whatever. I was worried for him. These ghost powers may seem cool and stuff, but what people, not even my friends or Jazz, don't realize is what I went through to get landed with them. Tuck's just got poofed into him with a cloud of green smoke. My accident was tinged with green too, but that's where the similarities end. When I accidentally flipped that switch, I sent thousands of volts running through every part of my body, halfway killing me. You thought breaking your arm was painful? Try living through this. What only lasted a minute seemed like eternity for me. I didn't even get the sweet release of a full death. It was the most painful thing I think a person can experience. I tell my friends and Jazz that it wasn't really that bad, it was just like getting shocked by someone who just rubbed their socks on a carpet. I lie to them because I don't want to receive that kind of pity. I don't need them looking at me in that way if they realized exactly what getting my powers entailed. When I first told her how I came to be like this, I thought Jazz would totally blow my little "shocking" story. She's so smart, I thought surely she would have looked up how much energy the portal contains, but I think she keeps herself in denial because she doesn't want to know what exactly happened.
Anyways, when I saw Tuck with his granted ghost powers, I freaked because at first I thought that the same thing had happened to him. I never want anyone to ever feel that kind of pain, and to know my best friend had gone through it too would be unbearable. The lesson that Tuck learned from that little experience is that power comes with responsibility and corruption. What he didn't, and I hope he never will learn is that it also comes with searing, mind- numbing, deathly agony.
