1 What Can I Even Do Now.

August 2nd, 1986

Today at school, I saw a TON of people talking about the weird "bird" flying over the Sandstone Bridge last night; What they didn't know was that it was me. I just sat back and listened to their speculations and assumptions until the bell rang. It wasn't long until my best friend, Terry, came along with another twisted story about the "huge ass flying thing" above the bridge. I personally had no earthly idea what to do, because THIS NEVER HAPPENS TO ME. I try my best to stay the normal individual getting by in school but when people see me flying over a bridge things can get a little hard to be under the radar. Granted, they didn't know it was me but it easily could have happened.

I am in band, I play volleyball and I paint for people around the community - just to keep a normal appearance. If I'm painting a mural exactly how many people will assume that I'm a freaking superhero. If I'm slammed with practice how many people will assume that I'm a superhero.