Brianna Carter
I've never felt more powerful than that day in the storm. The electricity that had coursed through my veins was addictive. Sure, I ended up sleeping through school the next day, but it was worth it for a moment of power. My display hadn't frightened Claire away, but brought her closer. Telling her was the right choice.
I think.
Every part of me wanted to trust Claire. But the logical part of my brain knew that the list of reasons not to trust her was a mile long. Claire was a people-pleaser first and foremost, so she succumbed to pressure easily. While she took the time to process the fact that superpowers even existed, I was nervous. Nervous that she would realize how dangerous I was and turn me in to some authority, or worse, vanish altogether.
That wasn't what happened. Instead, she sat across the table from me one morning, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I needed some acrylic nails because my hands looked like a disaster. That's when I knew we weren't going to shut each other out anymore. And ever since, things have been normal.
I've shared as much as I could with Claire, and explained to her that I remembered nothing from the bonfire. She came to the conclusion that I had been so dazed that night because I had used my powers for the first time. It was a pretty good conclusion, but a false one. I did have a recollection of the bonfire, but it wasn't something I had the heart to recount.
I didn't drink that much, but this was my first time. People get drunk faster when it's their first time. I think. I moved through the dancing people sluggishly, barely walking in a straight line. Suddenly, I got an urge to throw up and stumbled quickly into the woods that bordered the field.
Then the boys descended. I couldn't picture their faces, but I remembered the trees for some reason. They had glared down at me, a terrifying and oppressive force. I landed on pine straw to the horrific sound of drunk laughter. Alcohol was on their breath, and their fingers were in my hair. I was paralyzed. My tongue felt numb.
Electricity and adrenaline fought inside my body, begging to be released into the world somehow. I wanted to scream, but my voice refused to work. The energy inside me burned with an agonizing intensity.
Then, it was gone.
I remembered seeing a bright blue streak arc into the sky, but having no clue where it came from. Then, I was blinded by an intense light. I looked up at the trees. The blue was gone, replaced by red flames.
The next morning, I woke up on the couch of my living room. And then everything changed.
Claire was downstairs now, hair straightened and makeup done. She poured the coffee I made into a mug decorated with her own name. She must have painted that when she was four.
"Morning," she announced.
"Morning," I replied, looking at the cereal I had made for myself earlier. It was soggy now, and definitely not worth eating.
"So, are you ready to explode something?" Claire asked.
I snorted. "Not quite. I can't even control this thing yet."
"We'll figure it out," Claire promised. "I'm working on Lightning Girl merchandise for when you become a superhero."
"I'm not planning on becoming a superhero," I said. "There isn't anything to do or fight. Besides, I feel like my power fits a supervillain better."
"I guess I could sell villain merch," said Claire. "But for the record, you'd make a terrible supervillain. You're the least terrifying person I know. No offense."
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FantasyClaire Carter's life was homecoming court and petty high school drama before her world unraveled. Her older sister has been hiding the secret of a lifetime - the ability to summon and control lightning. And she's not alone. As the world around Cla...