AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! Welcome to my story! This is my first time writing fanfiction, and I'm proud of it so far, but feel free to tear out my ego, stomp on it, and laugh. Or just criticize constructively! To be clear, tables will be used later, and only Eric and Kyle are going with me,

you'll know what I mean when you get there. Also, yes Spencer is based on me and my friends

are my real life friends.

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Spencer awoke.

He had had the strangest dream. He was playing a video game, like any other game he would play it was a 2-D platformer, but the premise was he could control time. It was cool and all, but it had felt so... real. He could feel the lush grass underneath his feat as if he were standing in a meadow in his hometown of Pahrump, Nevada. Well, except for the fact that there were no meadows in Pahrump. He could feel the perfect temperature complemented by the cool breeze that showed up just as the sun would start to beat on his neck. He imagined he could've felt the spikes pierce his flesh if he ever messed up, which he never did. He was, as his friends called him, an expert.

The point of this whole dream, he guessed was to get him used to the concept of his new... ability. He could control time! The universe was at his grasp! He could taste the smell of despair after he fought opponent after opponent, and all succumbed to his unstoppable power. There was one slight problem, though.

He could stop time for one second. If he were a master at the art of combat, he probably could have defeated his foes with this simple advantage, however, he was a 15-year-old nerd from a small town in about the worst state of America.

All these thoughts passed through his mind in the span of a minute, which was all it took to realize he better hurry up to get to school. As all teenagers were, he was quite lazy and woke up about as late as he could, which required him to rush through everything in order to give him ample bathroom time. That was the first thing he had to attend to every morning, after all. He may be lazy, but he had a schedule.

He dashed into the bathroom he shared with his brother, secured the door with a click of the lock and went to work. After finishing his business, he went to the mirror to comb his hair, as it was really the only thing he liked about his appearance. He looked up at his reflection and saw what he always did, a mildly tall kid (for his age) who was a bit chubby, but, hey his mother still loved him, so he wasn't that ugly, right? He combed his dirty blond hair and looked at his eyes. They seemed... yellow-er than normal? His usually gray eyes had a gold tint in the middle. He didn't worry about this too much.

He would have been faster at this whole process, but he had one-third more time at his disposal, because he would pause time every two seconds, for one second. It made sense to him. He finished in the bathroom and went back to his room. He glanced at his closet and took out a random shirt. It was gray with green stripes going horizontally across. He only got it because it was pretty soft. He put on a random pair of jeans, grabbed his lunch that always mysteriously appeared in the morning because of his mom's NINJA SKILLS. Spencer yelled one last goodbye and went to the bus stop.

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He waited for a minute or two while the bus came. He looked around, and saw the same ho-hum scene that was always there, but now with 200% MORE BROKEN GLASS BOTTLES! He sighed and clambered on to the bus that had just arrived.

He sat in a random seat and began to listen to music. He zoned out and put his head against the cool glass. Actually, it was pretty warm, but Spencer loved to pretend he was in a music video and he was listening to a pretty emo song, so it fit. He waited for a while, glaring at suitors that wanted to sit next to him. Finally, one of his friends stop came up, and his friend RJ showed up and sat in his seat wordlessly. It was commonly understood that talking was not to be done while headphones were in, and RJ started listening to his own music.

Eventually, the school was brought into view and Spencer sluggishly made his way inside the all-encompassing door of the local neighborhood High School. Actually, the middle school was far closer to his house, but Spencer liked making monologue in his head, be it sarcastic or not.

Spencer went to his locker and transferred books from one container to the other. He also put his lunch in there and slammed the locker shut. After dodgeing pleas desperately requesting food from his so-called 'friend' Kenny, he walked to Spanish class and took a seat. He started reviewing some Spanish from his class book. That was when Spencer realized what kind of world he was now living in.

It didn't really hit him until now. He had the ability to control time! What if his friends also got abilities? Who else could have gotten them? Why did we get them? Spencer was so excited he could barely make it through the periods until lunch. He would confront his friends there.

Time seemed to crawl along so slowly. He would make it his bitch one day, he thought with new resolve. Time seemed to move a pace more akin to an overweight marathon than a snail practicing it's army-crawling skills. He sat through Geometry, his eyes glazing over as his teacher went on and on about bisectors or something. He would still pass the class with ease. The bell rang and once again, he went to the final period before lunch, English 9. He hated English. Both the class and the language, as both were convoluted and forced. It wasn't that he was bad at it or anything, he just hated mandatory reading and essays.

Time was back to the snail thing again.

After an eternity of learning Greek roots he already knew, he could go to lunch. Both his best friend Kyle and his other friend Eric were standing next to each other awkwardly. For Eric this was usual, he was a pretty awkward kid, but Kyle was a cool guy, so this was pretty strange.

"What"s up, Abroham Lincolns?" Spencer asked. He always greeted his friends with a variation of the word "bro". He wasn't even the type of person to use "bro" seriously. That was exactly why he said it. It caught people off guard.

"N-not much Brosideon," Kyle responded, sounding not all that in to it.

Eric bursted out "DID YOU HAVE THE DREAM TOO?"

Spencer looked up and noticed their eyes. Kyle's were tinged blue, and Eric's were red.