Matt's view on Mike. During Power Placement. Oh yes. PH33R M3. Lol. Oh, Lash and Speed are retaking their Senior year. The Golden Gang are all in their Sophomore year, but Warren's a Junior.

My characters, Sam and Matt are Sophomores, and Mike's a Senior.

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On a personal note:

I IS GRADJIATED!! Woot!

Two hours in the almost-summer evening heat of east Texas in the middle of a football stadium and being attacked by gnats, mosquitoes and fire ants, but I got that blasted piece of paper! Actually I enjoyed it, despite the bugs and heat. I'm, dare I say it, proud of myself…

Alright, enough about me, let's see how Matt and the gang are dealing with power placement shall we?


Ms. Powers freaked Matt out. She was really tall, reeked of power and just plain made him nervous when she had taken the three of them aside and spoke to them about their year to come. Then she had spoken directly to the Freshmen.

Mikel of course hadn't been paying any attention.

Honestly, Matt didn't understand Mike at all! One minute she could be humming a merry little tune, the next she'd have already plucked out a boy's eyes and eaten them, and the next she could be drowsily staring at the ceiling. He gave up on her most of the time.

The only thing he knew he could count on was her brash sense of perverted humor and her willingness to defend her friends to the very death, and not blink an eye to the consequences. He looked over at the petite eighteen-year-old and sighed. She was leaning back against the gym wall, balancing an ebony pencil on her nose. Evidently this thing called 'Power Placement' was created by a very bored and sadistic person who delighted in humiliating young adults.

And of course, Mike didn't break a sweat, though he doubted very seriously if she even knew where she was half of the time.

"Sophomores: Sutter, Mathew," came the resounding call. And of course the unavoidable first humiliation of which he would have to subject himself to. He felt a shove on his back and stumbled a bit. He looked back to see Mike still, and glared. She had so totally did that. The Jerk.

He made his was up to the stage and looked up at the coach anxiously.

"Power?"

"Meat vision?" Matt began, earning an odd look from the coach. He explained, "I can make hotdogs appear out of thin air."

"Are you serious?" the coach began, not believing it obviously. He stopped himself and shook his head. It wasn't even worth having the kid display his power. "Sidekick."

Matt shrugged and jumped down, moseying on back to his friends, though Sam was already on her way up to the Coach.

"Swaney, Samantha," he called and looked up to see Sam already there. "Powers?"

"I shape shift," she stated.

"Into what? People, animals, objects?"

Sam arched an eyebrow. "Objects…"

Coach Boomer wanted this over with.

"Are they animate?"

"Huh—" before she could even finish he bellowed out:

"SIDEKICK!"

And knocked her off of the stage with his very voice.

Sam picked herself up and grumbled out a string of curses towards the impatient coach as Mike passed her on her way up to the stage. Mikel winked at her with a sharp-toothed smirk and Sam turned to watch the coming display. Oh, what had Mike have in store for the rude old man? Sam had no idea but she glanced back at Matt and noticed the knowing smile on his face and looked back at the stage with the gut feeling of a small triumph in their favor.

This should be good.


'Tis short, but the next chapter is written. Not that I'm posting it. I have to work a volume tomorrow. Eleven hour shift at a greasy Mexican restaurant. YAY!.

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Later, y'all.

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