Now if I could have, I would have just used any power I could sense within a 50 mile radius and used it, but since I'm a danger to society, the American taxpayers (with help for the U.S. government) decided to inject this nifty little tracking device thing in the base of my neck. Only it didn't just constantly track my location, it muted my powers to the point where I could only sense like 2 inches in front of my face but on no conditions was I able to actually 'mimic'.

I was burning rubber by the time I reached Owens Street off of Main where I worked. Sadly I worked as a waitress at a small little coffee place called Café24. I honestly didn't care because it was part of my probation agreement, along with the school. The Probation officer seemed pretty adamant about those two, oh and me not being able to use my god given talents. She just told me to use my other ones and shut up; I guess that's why I liked her.

"Sorry!" I shouted in the back as I clocked into work 3 ½ minutes too late.

"Where have you been?! The school kids are back, I need help!" Alison Veriday, coworker and fellow novice waitress came gasping for air out of the kitchen with 2 trays of orders in her hands. Alison was your average human-being, no superpowers of any kind. I should know; I've literally stood 2 inches from her in a packed room before. She had milky brown smooth skin, with a few dimples in her cheeks whenever she smiled. "Here, take those 2 over there." She nodded toward my section of the Café where 2 full tables of paying customers awaited my services.

The first table was a bunch of normal high school idiots wanting sandwiches and sodas; however it seemed as if the group at the next table was stalking me.

"Hi, sorry for the wait. What can I get ya?" I asked, not looking at the table but at my order slips that were running low. Mental note: get more slips.

"Ryder?" I looked up at the call of my name and saw the neon colored boy and his friends.

"Oh, hi." I said awkwardly. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We always come here after school, unless Warren has to work, or something comes up. What are you doing here?"

"I work here." I said matter-of-factly while showing off my black tie-on apron. "Is there anything I can get you guys? We're kind of in the middle of a rush here."

"Fine. Lay, you're up." He turned his head to the redhead whose attention was currently on her boyfriend. "Hello! Earth to Layla!" Zach reached over and threw a couple of packets of sugar at the disgusting couple.

"What?!" She yelled once Zach extracted her attention from his best friend.

"We're over here starving while you're all starry eyed. Come on man!" He threw his hands up in desperation and for added theatrics.

"Fine, you big whine baby. We'll have 3 club sandwiches, 2 salads, and a tuna salad. 4 Pepsi's, and 2 glasses of water, please?"

"Is that all?" I asked, writing all of this down in my crappy handwriting onto the small pad.

"Oh and a couple slices of cheesecake." Will piped in as I wrote that all down and turned to leave.

"Yo, Alfredo!" I yelled into the 'pit' where 3 other guys beside him were whipping around the small kitchen like it was nothing, making sandwiches and other random things we held on our menu.

"What do you need?" some Italian looking dude popped out of nowhere. I read him off my orders and put them on the wall that held all of our tickets.

"Psst!" Alison hissed, reaching for my attention while I was filling up my drink orders with the soda machine. "Hey, do you know those guys?" She asked as she stood behind the kitchen door, peeking through the small slit in the door at the group of laughing superhero's and hero support.

"Not really, they took mercy on me at school." I said, mindlessly continuing my job while she completely ignored hers.

"Really? You go to school with them?" She looked as if she really could have cared less, her eyes refused to leave their target. "One of them is really cute." She said absent mindedly.

"Which one? There's only 2 over there that I think are single."

"The one doing his homework. Oh my gosh! He's so cute! I'm a sucker for nerds."

"Let me see." I looked out the slit with her, my attention however wasn't on Ethan who was promptly doing his Advanced Mutated Biology homework, but it was on the blonde boy who was just playing with a strand of his hair that was slightly longer than the rest. I felt something in my heart pull towards the boy but I ignored it and went back to work.

"So what do you think?" I heard Alison ask as I loaded up my trays with the various sodas, I knew I was taking WAY too long and most likely my tip was going to be cut.

"Think about what?"

Alison rolled her eyes at me. "Have you been listening to a word I've been saying? I was wondering if you could possibly introduce me to him." I lifted up the trays to my shoulder and pretended to think.

"We'll see. First I have to make sure they don't forget my tip!" I pushed my back against the door and served my customers with happy eat shit smiles, especially to the normal high school idiots who couldn't stop staring at my chest even though it clearly wasn't visible through my clothes. I bit my tongue and balled up my unused fist to keep from beating the living shit out of the guy. Turning to the other table they were all smiles and giggles as I served them their soda's and waters.

"Hey Ryder; we're all going to go make fun of that new superhero movie at the megaplex, you wanna come?" Will asked, laughing still from a previous joke.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You sure? It's gonna be really funny." He persisted.

"Seriously, I'm good because see, after this 6 hour shift I've got this nifty little appointment next door for a seriously wicked tramp stamp. So you can see I'm a little preoccupied." My voice oozed with sarcasm and distaste as I turned away and went to get the rest of their orders. I didn't want to have to spend more time with them than absolutely necessary at school and that was better than saying 'oh no, see I can't because my parole officer would kill me a million ways to Sunday and then put me back together just to chew my ass out before throwing me back into slammer where I'd have to wait another year before eligibility for parole and another mortgage on the house.

It was safe to say that after my little bitch routine, they really didn't try to bother me unless I asked something like 'is that all?' or 'do you need a refill?', but they were just as polite back and left before it got dark when things settled down. By the time I got home I was too tired to even care whether or not I had friends at school. Noises from the T.V. greeted me when I entered the door this time and the lights were on everywhere; this meant one thing, my dad was home.

I wandered into the living room and found the old man asleep in his laz-e-boy in front of the television which was currently showing old re-runs of 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'Bewitched' on the oldies channel. These shows were like a sleep drug for my dad after a rough long day at work. Turning off the T.V., I helped my dad out of his comatose state and into his bedroom so he could actually get some real sleep. "Thanks Honeybun." He mumbled as he rolled over to the other side of the bed as I took off his shoes and pulled the covers over him.

The next morning I ignored the looks that were flashed my way as I made my way down the inch wide aisle on the bus into the last seat on the stop, apparently I had missed it the first time 'round and my dad had to wake me up just to make sure I could catch the stupid thing.

"Got a seat for you right here Shades!" The voice of a16 year old neon colored adolescent boy greeted me as I fell in the only available seat next to him.

"Say anything else and I swear, there's got to be a power on this bus that'll make you implode." I grumbled as I pulled the container of liquid heaven to lips. Ahh, caffeine…

"Not really, I think the most violent power on this bus route would to be Larry and his brother." Ethan chirped in. So I guess the bitch thing really didn't work, damn! What kind of sick sadistic people do they raise in Maxville nowadays?!

"You seriously need a life Ethan, man."

"How so? I'm living and breathing, aren't I?" Ethan peered over his glasses' frames over to us as Magenta came onto the bus. I couldn't help but watch as Zach followed her with his eyes as if imagining something impossible.

"I think you're the one who needs a life." I mumbled as I took another chug from my drink. Zach just acted as if he hadn't heard me because he probably couldn't have over the roar of the bus' engine.

"Guys wait for me!" Ethan yelled as he ran to catch up with his friends. I followed slowly behind as two boys followed in my step. I knew what their power was before I even knew who they were. One was hot, like fire hot, and the other was soft, like a glow; Zach and Warren.

"What do you two want?" I asked once I sat down on the grass just outside of the group with both boys with me.

"Something's been bothering me." Warren stated, staring me right in my eye.

"And what might that be?" I said rolling my eyes in his direction.

"How is it that Balsawitch knew you? It's not like your some Gwen Grayson." Warren smirked as I grimaced at the name. He probably thought it was out of fear of the high school villain but there was another reason behind it, one I wasn't willing to share. He thought he was scaring me, but he was just pissing me off.

"I've seen him around, that's all." I said as I starting pulling out grass, strand by strand.

"He seems to know you a bit more than someone who you meet in passing. So what happened, did you fuck him?" Warren whispered venomously into my ear as Zach was playing with his little video game, not having a single clue about what was happening around him.

"Why don't you go to hell Warren? I'm pretty sure they're preparing for your grand entrance and everything by now." I spat at him as I pushed my way past the rest of the fellow hero's and sidekicks, my cheeks burned with embarrassment as Warren's words echoed in my head. 'fuck him?' If only he knew.

"Ryder! Where at you going? What's wrong?" Ice-chick asked me as she grabbed my arm, trying to stop me on my rampage.

"Your boyfriend is a real ass." I grumbled before storming off again to the gym to take out some of frustrations on a punching bag or a track or something to keep me from beating the living shit out of Warren or anybody else that decides they want to mess with me today.