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Chapter One: In The Beningging

Waking up on a Monday morning is akin to voluntarily subjecting yourself to medieval torture. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to start the week with such cruel machination?

Thinking of this while staring at the darkness of my eyelids, I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow while my alarm clock continued to blare its usual godforsaken beep-beep-beep!

“Shut up!” I muttered, waving a hand vaguely in the direction of the annoying little device.

To my surprise, the beeping stopped instantly. I lifted my head, peeking one eye open at the digital clock on the bedside table to make sure I wasn't hallucinating from lack of sleep. Nope, the clock had definitely shut up. Well, that was weird.

So continuing on to just lie there for a minute or so, I eventually mustered the strength and put on my glasses from the bedside table as I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, still half-asleep.

My reflection in the mirror was its usual charming self: messy brown hair the same color as shit sticking out in all directions, dark circles under my dark brown eyes which also looks like two drops of shit, and a general aura of “I don’t want to be awake.”

So I reached for my toothbrush to wake myself up with the minty paste, and as I did, it floated right into my hand.

I blinked. Then blinked again. The toothbrush was just there, in my hand, like it had obeyed some unspoken command. Great, I thought. Now I’m officially losing it. Maybe it was the stress of high school or the cumulative effect of watching too many late-night YouTube videos of things you shouldn't watch before going to be.

Either way, I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I went through the motions of brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and grabbing a quick breakfast—if you can call Pop-Tart breakfast.

My mom was already out the door, as usual, off to her early shift at the hospital. My dad was probably somewhere in the city, doing whatever it was he did as a police officer. My sister is already at school for her club activities. That left me, fourteen-year-old living-dead Elexys, alone to contemplate my possible descent into madness.

As I trudged to the bus stop, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The world seemed... sharper, more in focus like the first time I'd put on my first pair of glasses. Colors also seem brighter, sounds clearer. It was like someone had turned the resolution up on reality. But when I take off my glasses, it's still is blurry as hell.

So I just shook my head, trying to dispel the weirdness. Maybe I just needed more sleep or a greater dose of caffeine. That's when the bus arrived, and I climbed aboard, taking my usual seat at the back.

The other kids were the same as always: noses buried in their phones, earbuds firmly in place. I pulled out my own phone, but before I could plug it into my brain, I noticed something strange. The bus driver, old Mr. Jenkins, was glaring at a stoplight that stubbornly refused to turn green.

“C’mon, you piece of junk,” he muttered.

I glanced at the light, feeling a sudden urge to help. Not that I could, of course. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, the light turned green. Mr. Jenkins muttered something about finally getting a break and drove on.

Okay, that was definitely not normal. I leaned back in my seat, trying to piece things together. So far this morning, I’d made an alarm clock shut up, a toothbrush float, and a stoplight change colors. Either I was dreaming, or I had somehow developed superpowers overnight. Given my luck, it was probably a dream. A very vivid, weird dream.

When I got to school, it was the usual grind. Math class, History class, Science class, English class, PE class—all blurring together in a monotonous drone. I tried to focus, but my mind kept wandering back to the morning’s strange events.

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During lunch, I decided to test my sanity. Sitting at my usual table in the corner, I eyed my unopened soda can. With a casual flick of my fingers, I thought, 'Open sesame'.

The can popped open with a satisfying hiss, spraying a bit of soda onto the table, causing my friend Jon, sitting across from me to look up from his sandwich.

“Dude, did you just...?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Pretty cool, right?”

He stared at me, then at the can, then back at me. “How’d you do that?”

“Magic,” I said with a grin, wiggling my fingers mysteriously.

John rolled his eyes. “Right. Well, if you can magically ace the chem test for me next period, I’d be impressed.”

I laughed, but inside I was buzzing with excitement. Maybe I wasn’t going crazy. Maybe I really did have some kind of superpower. The rest of the day passed in a haze of anticipation. I kept testing little things—like levitating pencils to my hand from my bag so I don't have to reach for them, making lights flicker whenever I walk under them in the hallways, and I even managed to change the color of my notebook cover as one more 'trick' to show my friend John.

Each time, it worked. Each time, I felt a little more certain that this was real, that this was really happening and I'd just awaken a superpower in the real world where all things unscientific are considered fictional.

After school, I headed straight home, eager to experiment without an audience. I closed my bedroom door, closed the curtains, and took a deep breath as I focused. Let’s see what I can do, I thought.

First, I tried moving objects around which I vaguely already knew I could do but wanted to be certain; and so I floated a pen, a book, my backpack, and a bunch of other stuff on air. With a gesture like waving, flicking my fingers or even with just a mere thought, they obeyed my commands, and now they're all floating mid-air.

Well, that confirms it; I really can move things with my mind~!

But simply being able to move things telekinetically doesn't seem to explain how that red light turned green, my notebook changed colors, or the lights flickering on and off in the hallway while I was under them. Thus waving a hand dismissively, the floating objects unceremoniously fell on the floor as I moved on to my next experiment.

This time, I should try something more complex. Looking around the room, I looked for objects of experimentation and finally fixated my gaze on the light bulb on the ceiling. Then with a snap of my fingers, the light turned off, and with another, on again.

Now as for the changing of colors, with more snapping of fingers, the same thing happened to the color of the walls as it did with the colors of my notebook as they changed to whatever color I was thinking with a simple snap of my fingers.

Well, that was quite successful. But the real breakthrough is just about to come as the real experiment is about to commence I proceeded to stand in front of my cabinet mirror, staring at my charming and very unimpressive reflection indeed. “Alright, Elexys,” I said to myself. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

I focused on my appearance, imagining myself taller, stronger, more... impressive. At first, nothing happened. But then, slowly, my reflection began to change. The blemishes of puberty on my face were gone, my unruly hair straightened out, even my eyes seemed brighter, and I could swear I grew an inch or two. I turned from side to side, admiring the transformation.

“Damn,” I said, grinning at my reflection. “Looking good.”

Just as I was about to try something else, there was a knock on my door. I jumped, my concentration breaking, and I instinctively made my appearance snap back to how it was before.

"Who goes there?" I asked.

"It is I, Dio~!" I heard my sister's familiar playful voice.

“Oh, it's just you, Ein...” I said, trying to act casual as I opened the door, staring at my slightly shorter twin sister who have much fairer skin, lighter brown hair, and vibrant amber eyes than my shitty ones.

“Who else would it be?” she said, ruffling my hair. “How was school?”

“Same old, same old,” I replied. “You?”

“Busy as ever,” she sighed. “But I’m glad to be home. What’ve you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, just... stuff,” I said, waving a hand vaguely. “Homework, mostly.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Homework? On a Monday? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, trying to get a head start for once.”

“Well, dinner will be ready in a bit,” she said, giving me a suspicious look. “Don’t get too lost in your ‘homework'.”

After she left, I sat on my bed, my mind racing with the trillion possibilities that now opened themselves for me. This power, whatever it was, could change everything. No more boring life, no more mundane existence. I could do anything~! Be anyone~!

The possibilities are endless!

As the day turned to evening, I continued experimenting with more of what I could do like manipulating objects around my room from a distance or switching light in and off with a flick of a hand. What had started as a typical, boring Monday had turned into something straight out of a fantasy novel.

I now have powers—real, literal actual tangible powers that politicians could only ever dream of.

As I thought of this, I couldn’t help but smile.

Life was about to get a whole lot more interesting~!

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