It doesn't solve anything to just sit and glare at a door. It also doesn't solve anything to be angry without a reason. But this time I had a reason, and this time, all I could do was stare at my bedroom door.
To start things off, I am a normal, teenage girl. Well… normal as anyone could be. At least that's what I thought two years ago before the accident. You see, my life was normal. All I had to worry about were my grades and if my soccer team would make the finals, but a little over two years ago something had gone horribly wrong. There was a freak accident. But no one else was there when it happened, except for me, my two friends and my older sister. When you think of a freak accident, you might think about something similar to Frankenstein or Barney the Purple Dinosaur. But for this accident it involved chemicals and body cells possibly mutating.
My father is a scientist. A pretty good one if you ask me. But his experiments can go horribly wrong. One day he took his research to a whole new level. And this time, it involved me and people I cared most about.
I remember I was about twelve when the disaster happened. It was a pretty normal afternoon in my house. I had my friends, Elizabeth Atwood and Bebe Maxwell over for the night and my older sister, Christina, was upstairs studying for a quiz coming up at school. Nobody else was home. Bee, Liz and I were playing soccer in the house, even though my mother and my father practically ordered us not to, but I never was a good listener. I guess the accident might have been my fault because I was the one who kicked the soccer ball down into the basement, where my father's laboratory is. I remember we heard a miniature explosion and my sister charged down the stairs like a madwomen. You think we all would have gone to check what happened, but we couldn't, well… wouldn't.
We were all scared of my father's laboratory, I'll admit. To look back now, I'm not sure why. After along time we finally decided to venture down to the basement, I was the first to reach the bottom.
The air was a misty, green color, which I found out later, was chemicals that had came out of the vile that the soccer ball had crashed into. Going across the room to get the soccer ball was my first mistake. Coughing was my second. You think coughing wouldn't have done anything wrong, but me coughing got Christina, Bee and Liz over to where I was at. Since we had all went into the room, we all had to breathe in the chemicals that were filling up the lab. I had grabbed the black and white ball that was sitting by a broken vile, and ran up the stairs with my sister and friends in close pursuit.
When we had made it safely up the stairs, Elizabeth shut the door, explaining that they didn't want any of the green mist coming up stairs. She told me later that she didn't know whyshe thought to shut the door, it was just a feeling.
When my parents came home a few hours later, we had no choice but to tell them about the mist that was down stairs since my father would have noticed it anyway. His eyes widened when we told him what had happened. He explain to us that in the next few years, our lives would possibly change, if he had done the formula to create the mist correctly. He got up and went into the kitchen, where he had gotten on the phone. We couldn't hear what he was saying to the person on the other side of the phone, but we all were certain he was telling somebody what had happened while he and my mom had gone out. When he had hung up the phone, he walked back to the living room where Bee, Liz, Christina and I were sitting.
"You girls," he said, sitting down on the couch, "Might, possibly, save the world. The green mist, had, when you breathed it in, gave you gifts."
"What do you mean? Like a present?" Bee asked, her eyes sparkled.
"No. Your gifts are superpowers." A voice said. We all looked up and saw an man who was probably ten years or so older then my father.
"Girls, this is my cousin, Al. He is now your trainer and will help you discover your powers." At that my friends, sister and I laughed. Superpowers were just a myth. They didn't exist. Or, that's what we had all thought.
We laughed for the next couple of days. Every time someone would say power, we would crack up laughing again. We just thought it was some kind of joke. At least, we did until Bee started hovering off the ground when she was using my computer.
It was a couple of minutes later that Al had stumbled into the room. We just stared at him nervously, with Bee screaming beside us.
It was that day when our powers began to develop. And we were taken to an underground giant building, that Al explained where he, along with hundreds of other scientists, were creating many ways to help us learn and control our new found powers. He also told us that the organization was called SHO, which stood for Super Hero Organization. I remember we giggled at the dorky name and Al practically growled.
Over the next few weeks I had been able to partly control my new fire power. I could make fire bolts shoot from my hands for about ten minutes before they stopped or I lost control of where they would go, burning many machinery as I practiced. Bebe, Elizabeth and Christina were practicing also, but not having the same powers I had. Bee could now fly and levitate light objects off the ground, Liz could turn into a few animal shapes and stay as an animal for a few hours if she felt like it, and Christina could breathe under water and control any water source.
A year later, Bee, Liz and I made a superhero team called FWC. FWC stood for Flame, Wolf and Cloud. Those names were what we had chosen as our superhero names. Christina went down the same path, although she did not belong to a team. She had a superhero name of course, Aqua. She would help us if we needed it, since she did not want to permanently belong to a team.
Now we are more experience and we save the world about four times a week. Everything was fine until Al told me to meet him in his office. He told me that I would start firing fire arrows with out meaning to. I said to him that this was no biggy and that he could teach me how to control these arrows. He said no, this time he couldn't. He would but he couldn't.
He explained to me that for about half a year, I wouldn't be here, in Nova Scotia, Canada, where we currently live. He told me of monster sightings near Texas, USA, and I had to go and check it out.
"Oh. Well it's not for too long, right?" I asked suspiciously. I new there was something else that he wasn't telling me.
"Well… Yes. But you're not just going to a city to look around."
AHA! I new it! "What?"
"You are going to stay at a delinquent detention center, called Camp Greenlake." Al said. He was sitting behind his desk, shifting papers nervously.I just sat there in the seat he made me sit in. How could he? Why me? Why not Aqua, who was 3 years older at 17? I stared up at him, gulped and left the room.
It was about a month later, May, when a man, who kind of looked like a guy from Men in Black, barged in when Liz, Bee and I were training. He handed me a sheet of paper with a list of things, he said, I would need at the Detention Camp and told me to head back to my room at SHO to pack.
The man led me back to my room and pushed me through my door. He ordered me to get packed, but wasn't able to shut the door in time to avoid being hit in the butt with a fire ball.
There was NO way I was getting pack for a camp practically in the middle of nowhere! I threw the list, which floated down to the floor, which, I might add, kind of ruined the 'angry' look I was going for and sat on my bed and glared at the door. Which is where you came in.
Well, there's my very first story on Fan Fiction! I hope yoy like it and I hope that nobody has had an idea with the whol 'superpower' thing yet! I am sorry if I have spelled things wrong or something similar, but please if you review, could you please not say any swear words? If people like this chapter then maybe I'll make another:) So review please!