Dylan was in my class for last hour, hero history, and he seemed really down.
"Hey Dyl, what's wrong?" I asked him as if we've been friends our whole lives.
"I just found out that the police want my to go in for questioning after school."
Wow. Dylan Downer.
"They shouldn't be able to question you without good reason though, right?"
"Well, of course they shouldn't, but they can. They're using my power as an excuse to blame me for something that someone else did!"
"Do they know that someone started the fire and not something?"
"The police are almost possitive that someone had to have started the fire. I…"
He was cut off as the teacher walked into the room. Ms. Kalt had a chilling way of making the class quiet down… literally. She could freeze people. Her prescence always brought the room temperature down about ten or twenty degrees.
"Class, please take your seats. Today I'm going to announce our class project," she said without emotion in her voice. "I will put you into groups of three, and you must interview a superhero, finding out how they ended up where they are today. I don't care if it's your parents or grandparents or whatever. After the interview, each group will write a three page essay on their story. Now I will draw your names from this hat to establish your groups."
To be honest, I was sometimes embarrassed by my parents. They didn't really go out and fight villians or anything. They were just normal people who happen to be able to do odd things, like glow or turn into a rodent. I hoped I'd get paired up with someone that had a cool parent.
Suddenly the teacher called my name. "Desi, you'll be with…" She pulled two more names. "Dylan and Travis."
Well, at least I was with Dylan. But I barely know Travis. Actually, I don't think I've ever even spoke to the guy. He even sat next to me!
"Hey," he whispered over to me. "We can interview my dad. Is today after school alright for you?"
"No," I whispered back. "I know Dylan has something going on today after school. How about this weekend?"
"Fine with me. There's usually less danger when the day is young, so my dad'll probably be around the house then. Is Saturday at eight okay with you?"
"Good for me, but you'll have to ask Dylan too."
"Kay." He went back to doodling racecars.
The project was probably the least important thing in my life right now, but for right now I wanted to step away from all of my crazy life and focus on school. As if that'll happen.