I sighed as I came into my room and my feet landed on the floor. As I pulled off my mask and threw it on the floor I heard a door open in the hallway. I stopped and quickly jumped under the covers of my bed. The moment that I closed my eyes I heard the door to my room open. I heard footsteps on the floor of my room. They moved towards my window then towards my closet. I rolled onto my other side, pretending like I was sleeping, and watched through squinted eyes I saw my older brother Brent walking back to my door. He backed out slowly and shut the door behind him. I sat up, got out of bed, and looked at my clock. It was 4:22 in the morning, and I had to be at work at 8. Great…three and a half hours of sleep…again. I gazed over at my window and saw that it was open; my brother must have opened it for me. He was great like that.

I pulled off my spandex shirt and pants and slipped on a nice loose pair of pajamas. As I sat on my bed my stomach growled loudly; I rolled my eyes as I said to myself, 'Fine…' and reached into my nightstand and grabbed out a pack of Saltine crackers. As I lay back in bed, snacking on crackers, I thought, 'Geeze, it's a miracle that I'm not a walrus after all the food I eat!' I sighed as I put more crackers into my mouth. 'That's not the only thing that's a wonder, is it?' I reached over to my nightstand grabbed my clicker. I turned on my television and flipped through the channels.

""Have we got a deal for you! Come on down"-BUZZ-"Now, you let that marinate for about two or three"-BUZZ-"Mrs. Brown, I'm afraid it's fatal."-BUZZ-"Chi Wei, I'll save this town and obliterate the Crimson Snake if it's the last thing"-BUZZ-"It broke!" "How could it break?" "I bought it in the seventh grade…"-BUZZ-"apprehended tonight was the near infamous thief Morgan Riley." I paused. "Officials found Morgan Riley tied to the top of a street lamp on the corner of 3rd Street and Broadway just outside Grand Central Market downtown. Now to Midge Harjung with more: Midge?" The camera changed from an orange looking newsman to an Asian woman wearing a red suit.

"Thanks Mike. Tonight the man connected to multiple robberies up and down the west coast was finally apprehended; however, not by local or state officials." The camera changed to a black and white security tape showing the man in jeans and sweater cleanly cutting through the glass of the case; he began to grab jewelry out of the case when suddenly he flew backward as if an invisible force was punching him. 'I remember that!' I thought. "This security tape from the jewelry store can only demonstrate the level of mystery surrounding Riley's apprehension." Cut to a bewildered citizen.

"The guy came running out of the store and this girl in black jumped out of the wall!" Cut to a woman.

"That thing in black flew to the parking structure and then FLEW inside of it. THROUGH THE WALL!"

"All witness accounts relay the similar story of this mystery girl. It has been reported that she goes under the alias: 'Windigo' and her sightings are just as mysterious as she is. When police arrived there was no sign of the ghost girl, yet multiple witnesses reported seeing her. Do these accounts have any relation to the other similar sightings at other recent apprehensions? Commissioner Eric Skobin had this to say." Cut to a young, attractive man with dark brown hair and a tan jacket.

"As of now there is no tangible evidence that this 'Windigo' actually apprehended Morgan Riley or any of the other thieves…or if she actually exists. This is simply another case of a nutcase vigilante relying on theatrics and stunts to manipulate the good people of Los Angeles. We are not fooled and will not tolerate anyone taking the law into their own hands."

'Talk about a tough cookie…geeze everyone's a critic.' I thought to myself as the newscast continued. "For now Morgan Riley has been incarcerated and will be prosecuted; as for the Windigo, well I guess we'll just have to wait for next time. Back to you Mike."

"Thanks Midge. In other news, the Teen Titans prevented a deadly power plant explosion and in that saved a small town. There was no evidence of foul play or arson; however, local authorities expressed their thanks to the Titans by presenting"-BUZZ. I turned off the TV as the newscaster was about to explain how "local authorities" were singing the Teen Titan's praises again. 'Gosh, why can't I have it like that?' I wondered. 'I've worked hard enough, don't I deserve it? Honestly, if the cops got that close to me they'd give me anything BUT a trophy.' Not that I disliked the Teen Titans or their cause or anything, I was just jealous because they had the authorities blessing while I was a "nutcase vigilante". I slid into my sheets and pulled the covers up over my shoulders as I thought, 'Oh well, for now I just can't get caught…ever…God, I'm really going to need a better plan…'

I didn't always debate over things like this. Once I worried about boys and my career future…and boys…point is, I was normal once. My "nutcase vigilante" life began during high school…two years ago when I was a freshman and too curious and hungry for my own good. I didn't have many friends because I was shy and chubby…hey, who isn't awkward in their high school years? Not only did I have enormous shoes to fill with my older brother but I was just plain nervous! Seniors were always over at my house, senior boys and girls who were buddy-buddy with Brent and knew who I was but wouldn't acknowledge me at school. I wasn't like them; I was fat, different, and worst of all Brent's little sister.

I almost attempted suicide the summer before high school started. I was home alone and sick of being laughed at and looked down on: by my "friends", my classmates, but worst of all by my brother and his high school friends. I stood in my kitchen with the point of the knife just resting on my sternum, I was waiting for the instant to come where I would push the knife into my chest and put myself out of my misery. I didn't do it, obviously; a moment came and I just dropped the knife and began to sob my eyes out. I couldn't do it. Something wouldn't let me; all I wanted was a change, a new way of living for me. Well…since then I've learned to be careful what you wish for.