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            Not bad for a first timer. I thought to myself as tepid blood slowly crept down my hand. Adrenaline was pulsing through my veins. I did it; I murdered the monster, in which I call my mother in law. After 5 years of indignation my animosity took over, I couldn’t control it. Now I’m here, leaning over a lifeless human with a vibrant wine red stream oozing constantly, enclosing the still body. Satisfaction over powered me. My yearning was finally fulfilled and as ecstatic as I was, I knew this had to be a secret. I was alone in this; and I was full of rapture. Calmly I began to draw her to my truck. Soon I was on my way traveling toward a graveyard. In no longer than 12 hours, Mrs. Montgomery was going to be put into the ground after 80 years on this earth. But she wasn’t going to be buried alone. No, she was going to be resting on top of my deceased nightmare. Planning is key in this type of situation. After harsh digging, I tumbled her into the hole. Along beside her, was my axe. She’s lucky she got even that. Carefully I put the desert arid dirt back into place. The next morning, no one would even notice someone was there.

            “Ashley, you’re home!” exclaimed my husband.
            “After a tiring day.” I replied.

            “Where have you been?” he questioned. “You haven’t answered any of my calls.”
            “I was taking care of some business, dear.”

Super Power

What Am I Thinking?

"Mom can I go out tonight?"
"No, sweetheart."
"But mom..."
"I said no, and that's final!"

Of course, this may seem to be a problem to any regular underage human. Thankfully, I'm not one of them. After this short exchanging of words, I took out the garbage, did the dishes, walked the dog, cleaned the bathroom, made lunch, and even made my mothers bed. All without her asking. I do this quite frequantly. Some may say I play with the system. As far as I see it, I consider it helpful manipulation. For me. During tests I use my secret weapon. It's cheating, I know. But how can you go wrong with a 5.0 GPA? This trick may have helped me snag a date or two as well. This all seems like a sceam to everyone else, but me. Without having the ability to read minds, I wouldn't have started dating my boyfriend. Nor would I have been accepted to UBC on a full scholarship. I know it all  seems wrong. But I've used my power for good. About a year ago, I deaf women tell her husband how much she loves him. And just about last week I helped a family of ducks to get back to their pond. Not everything I do to better me. Reading minds is something I was born with and I've learned to use it well. I bet you're wondering if I can read what you're thinking right now. And wouldn't you like to know?