Snippet #2216466

Karen bit her lip, straining painfully as she glared at her last class's bell. Five minutes until the end of the school day and she could get back home. Today was the BIG DAY. Her teacher droned on and on as the rest of the class either nodded off or was texting. Karen was sitting in the furthest seat from the head of the class, but closest to the second door, an escape route if anything weird ever happened. But all of her focus was on the classroom's clock.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on... Karen thought as she tried to focus her relatively new powers. Karen had almost a month earlier, discovered that she gained super powers, the power to change the probability of anything she focused on. She had been practicing her powers every day as much as she could, but it seemed she wasn't improving at all. For every success, there were roughly 13 miserable failures. Come on, come on, come on, come oooooon....

Suddenly the minute hand began to shift clockwise slowly. Karen lit up brightly with joy, but until it stopped just before the final minute. The minute hand then shifted counter-clockwise ten minutes. Karen dropped her head down onto her desk defeatedly.

Karen started to wonder if she was ready for that night. It was going to be her first time out on the streets. Her first night, as a superhero.