The Roger household

Lillian Rogers

The blaring sound of my alarm jolts me from an uneventful sleep. I smacked the alarm clock hard and heard the satisfying thunk of it hitting the ground.

I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed teeth and my blond shoulder length hair until it was in its usual curly bouncy state.

I walked back to my bedroom and discovered that the alarm clock that I knocked on the ground was now lying on the floor in two pieces.

"Shoot." I muttered to myself under my breath. This was the third alarm clock I had broke that month, all thanks to my unnormal amount of strength for a girl. All my life I've had incredible speed and powerful muscles.

I stumbled downstairs, still in my half-asleep mode, and grabbed a granola bar before going outside and running to the bus stop.

The bus pulled up as I arrived at the bus stop. I jumped in the bus and found a seat across from my friends.

I was so tired, and the day hasn't even started.

The High School Hallway

Teresa Banner

I had come to school early that morning so I could get the results of my advanced math program. I almost dozed off when I heard the clicking of the school principal's heels as she walked through the hallway.

I saw her tape something on my locker. My heart skipped a beat. As soon as she walked away, I ran towards my locker. I ripped the note off my locker and began to read:

Dear Miss. Teresa Banner,

I sorry to inform you that you have not made the advanced math program. Please try again next year.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Sadcomb

My heart shrunk. The anger inside me was over whelming. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection from the locker. My skin was already starting to turn green and I had already grown six inches. I heard someone walking down another hallway. I quickly ran to the girls' bathroom and locked the door.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was a bright green and my hair turned a much darker brown. The muscles on my arm had swelled to twice their normal size. I had also grown a foot.

I hid in the bathroom until my skin turned a normal color and I had shrunk.

I sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

Today was going to be a long day.

The School Bus

Anthony Stark Jr.

I was sitting in the back of the bus, all alone. I didn't want anyone to see what I was working on.

In my hands I held a small robot I had been working of to present to my Technology class.

It could fit in the palm of your hand, but it spoke six languages, is an alarm clock, and can do simple voice commands like, "What's the weather like today?"

We were only supposed to make prototypes, but I guess I was an overachiever, because mine worked.

Today was going to be a good day.

Baseball fields

Modi Odinson

I yawned. Too early. 6:30 is way too early for baseball practice. But, I guess that's what you get for being on the advanced baseball team.

My dad wanted me to join the baseball team when I was five years old. I guess I got pretty good at it. It was always easy for me.

I sighed as I walked up to bat. I held the bat tightly, waiting for the ball. The ball came towards me, and I smack it so hard I got a grand slam for my team.

Today is going to be a fun day.

Barton household

James Barton

I had woken up late. Again. I stumbled out of bed, not bothering to make it. I threw on some clothes and walked out of my room. While trying to turn off my light, I accidently knocked my state championship Archery trophy off the table. I sighed, picking it up off the ground.

I ran out of my bedroom not bothering to eat breakfast. I look outside the window and see the bus pulling up at the corner. I quickly run out the door and hop on the bus.

The only empty seats left on the bus were behind Lillian Rogers. So, I sat down hoping that I would be spared of having to listen to them talk about American Idol.

Today's going to be a bad day.

Gymnasium

Samantha Barton

Today in gym class, we got a choice of what we wanted to do. I, of course, choose the gymnastic section.

I arrived at the far end of gym. I positioned my self at the end of the mat, stretching before I started.

I stood up again. I took a running start and flipped myself in the air, spinning two times before landing back on the ground.

I looked up and saw my gym teacher running towards me.

"Samantha," she said, "Go upstairs, get changed, and go to the office. Someone there is waiting for you."

My stomach started doing summersaults. Was I in trouble? I walked to the girls' locker room.

I got changed and walked up to the main office. Opening the door, I saw five other students, including my brother, sitting on the mismatched chairs across from a man in a black suit.

"Are you Samantha Barton?" he said.

To afraid to speak, I nodded my head and tried not to freak out. They next thing he said though almost made me start crying.

The man spoke into his headset softly, but I could make out the words, "I've got all of them."