text: I spread out my hands, and the green light poured out of my palms. The villain screamed and floated up into the air suspended by my power. Suddenly, he stops, and tears started coming out of his eyes, “what have I done?” he whispers. That’s my power, to make the lowlifes worldwide feel remorse for what they’ve done. Now, you’re probably wondering how I got this power. Well, it starts on a cold day just two days back before right now. Like I said, it was a cold day, uncommonly chilly for this late in the season. I wouldn’t know though, I had recently moved to Michigan, and from what I’ve heard they’re cold year long. Since we were just arrived I didn’t have to go to school until the next week. Me and my mom went to the store to buy me supplies and new clothes. I discovered my power while my mom was outside reading a magazine and waiting while I browsed through the shelves of pencils, paper, notebooks, and so much other supplies I bet you you could build a house with them all. I think a teenager was trying to shoplift some stuff, but all I saw was a shape barreling toward me accompanied with the music of the store manager yelling. Like any natural human being would do I held up my hands to protect myself. That’s when the light oozed out of my fingers and encased the teenager. Everyone around me starred, I did too. The person in the bubble dropped the supplies, “I don’t need these,” she said. “ why am I stealing them?” Then, as if on its own accord ( I’m sure I did nothing) the bubble turned a darker shade of green and let the teen out. I think now, it does that when a person’s truly realized their mistake. I don’t know if it’s in the water supply, the atmosphere or what, but this was the first time I’ve experienced my power. I’m starting to suspect it was in me all along. I’ve always had a way with words, but my language hasn’t always worked, and light has never poured out of my hands. Well I would be happy to have a normal life and never have my power come up again, but just my luck two days after the shoplifting incident today, in fact, I was strolling down the street when I saw a jewelry store robbery. I chased after him knowing I was possibly the only one that could help right now. Even though he was larger he was slow, weighed down by his bags of jewels and gold. Just when I was behind him he turned around, “stay back!” he growled, and that’s when I held up my hands. Now that we’re all up to speed, let’s go to what happened after. “I don’t need that money,” the robber said, “ take it. Give it back,” and he held out the bag to me. I took it, and walked back to the store, surreptitiously dropping the bag in front of the shop. It was dangerous, sure, but I didn’t want anybody asking questions about how I got it. With my honorable task done, I turned and walked toward home.