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Chapter 2: Studies: Connie
You would think that waking up when you're fifteen and realizing you can fly would be a really cool thing, especially when it turns out all of your friends can do the same kind of things too. But its not that good. I mean, I can't really use it for anything. Except my parents always expect me to be on time now, if I'm late its always, "Well, you could have flown Connie!" Yeah, like it's that simple. First of all, it took me like a month to get the whole taking off and landing thing down, and its not like flying takes no time. If I could teleport like Dwayne, then I could always be on time. Also, unlike everyone else, it's unlikely that it'll ever develop into anything else. Like Julie for example, she already has tons of powers. And Averman, he can now not only start the fire, but control any kind of outside flame. It's pretty bitchin.
I look up from the studying I'm doing, (Oh yes, we save the world occasionally, but we still have to go to school, and we are still a hockey team!) when I see this yellow bird tapping against the glass. I smile. I know that bird, I stand up and open the window. He flies in and Guy morphs into normal form.
"Hi," he smiles and kisses me.
"Hi," I say. Having a boyfriend who's a shape shifter totally rules. "Good game today."
"Yeah," he says. "When's your training session?"
"Later tonight," I shrug, "I broke 1000 feet today. It was sort of exciting."
"That's great Cons!" He hugs me.
"What are you working on lately?" I ask, Guy pretty much has the whole shape shifting thing down.
"Partial change," he shrugs. "Just grow wings, if I want to fly kind of thing. Turning into a bird is getting annoying."
"Sure," I shrug, and then think for a minute. "I'm worried about Charlie."
"Me too," he nods. "I keep thinking he's going to do something stupid again. Like the mind merge." I shudder. That was the worst two weeks of any of our lives. Julie did this thing where she entered Charlie's mind. Aside from not finding out what makes Charlie's powers work, she went into this psychic coma, and we didn't know if she'd make it out. That was when she started levitating, a week into it, she just started floating. Now that she has control over it, she does it to show off.
"Julie wouldn't do it again though," I affirm, "She said never again."
"Yeah," Guy says softly. "But after that we all know that Charlie'll do anything to figure this out. I mean Coach said it was dangerous right? And they still did it?"
"That's true," I sigh. I get why Charlie's frustrated. It must be hard.
"Connie?" My mom's voice comes up the stairs.
"Crap, you shouldn't be up here!" I kiss him. Guy nods and changes shape into a mouse and scampers under my bed. Did I mention how much it totally rules to have a boyfriend who's a shape shifter?
"A thousand?" Coach asks me that night, while we're sitting talking in the Skate Shop. "That's great! How fast were you going?"
"About a hundred," I nod, he smiles. "It's good?"
"It's very good," he looks at me. "You're making the best and most consistent progress Connie."
"I'm not better than Julie," I shake my head. Everyone knows she's the most powerful, except maybe for Dean and Fulton.
"Are you kidding?" He laughs, "Julie has little to no control. Do you know how hard she had to focus to not levitate with every surge of emotion?" He looks at me. "Or how much it drives her crazy that she's always in your head?"
"Not as crazy as it drives Portman," I chuckle. Coach looks at me curiously, "He's taken to constantly thinking about her body just to annoy her. It caused a fight when we played earlier."
"I'll talk to both of them," He sighed. "So what about you? How are you feeling lately?"
"Bored," I say honestly. "I can fly Coach; nothing new ever comes with that."
"Actually I have this idea," he smiles, "I think you could help Kenny."
"Kenny?" I'm confused. How can my flying help Kenny with his tornados?
"Just come with him tomorrow OK?" He says, I nod. "Are you going home, or,"
"Back to school," I say, "I'll walk it though. I'm tired, I couldn't make the flight."
"Keep practicing," He smiles and claps me on the shoulder. "I know you have it, but you don't want to lose it."
"Sure thing Coach," I smile. I really wonder what we would have done without him.
Last year when we realized what was happening, we all kind of freaked out. But it was Charlie who said we should tell Bombay. He said we had to trust someone. Of course I had already told my parents. Big mistake, anyway, we went to Bombay, who initially thought we were kidding. So we had to show him. And then we started doing these one on one coaching sessions with him. We keep journals and train our specific powers and we talk to him, and he helps us to focus. We do group training too; figure out whose powers work well together, train in fighting, that kind of thing. And we go out on missions. Which are less fun than you would think. Largely because we don't have super hero costumes yet, so we go in our jerseys, and all we've done is stop a few bank robberies. Which is great, and all, just well dull. At least for me, there's not a whole lot of flying involved in that kind of thing.
"Hey Connie," Charlie's walking in. I smile. "Anything good today?"
"A thousand feet, one hundred miles per hour," I smile. He nods, "You think its today?"
"Hope so," he says, with a shrug. There's this sense of resign in his voice, like he's given up. Again, it's not like I don't get this. It must really stink, not being able to do anything on your own.
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