I head to my room not completely satisfied that my parents won’t give me the freedom everybody else around my age has. I mean I’m thirteen after all, but they say it’s too dangerous for me to stay out too long or too late. Why do they treat me like such a little kid? I got my answer, but it was nothing close to what I expected it to be.

I was sitting on my bed playing a video game when my mom knocked on my door, which is closed as usual. I’ve been closing my door to separate me from my parents because I thought the whole reason they didn’t let me stay outside too long was because they thought that I would stop spending time with them. My parents learned that if I don’t like something they do to me they have to do something they don’t want to do to compensate for it. Sending me to my room just didn’t work for me, so that’s why I have a T.V and a bunch of various games and systems to play on it. Mom was the one who decided to get them for me considering I was practically on house arrest. Anyways, she knocked on my door. Three light taps. Good she wasn’t mad at me for arguing with her and dad earlier.

“Come in.” I said pausing the game and taking the headset off catching some of my straight, light brown hair and taking a few strands out of the pony tail that my hair is almost always in.

“Hey.” She said walking into my room. Her blonde hair was swept over her left shoulder as usual. She closed the door behind her and walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. I scooted over to give her more room. “I know you have been angry about us not giving you the answer to why we don’t let you out for too long. We don’t tell you because it’s not the straight forward explanation you think it is. I convinced you father to get you all this,” She said gesturing to my room which also had more than a sketch book worth of drawings on the walls, “but he’s not budging on telling you the truth about why we force you to stay here most of the time.”

“So what is the truth then?” I asked testing my luck.

“You can’t tell your father I’m telling you this or he’ll surely have my head for it.” Mom said looking at me.

“Ok, I won’t tell him.” I replied honestly. Mom sighed heavily as if something was being lifted off her shoulders.

“That’s good. The truth is you’re different. And not just in ordinary ways. You have something inside you that makes you very unique. It makes you inhumanly strong and fast. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could run a mile a minute if you wanted to. What it also does is it makes you be able heal really quickly, makes you be over average intelligence, and gives you certain abilities.” She explains to me. That’s definitely not the answer I thought it would be.

“So, you mean to say that I’m nearly unstoppable?” I asked even though I knew that was impossible. I was just seeing how strong she thinks these abilities could make me.

“In certain ways yes, but the reason we keep you locked up in the house is because those abilities haven’t come to you yet.” She explains. That makes sense I guess, but I'm still not too happy about it.

“Oh.” I said in a down beat tone. “When will they kick in then?”

“I don’t know, but I know you will know when they come.” She said looking directly at me.

“Ok. Was that all you wanted to talk about?”

“There is one more thing. Your little brother is sort of just like you.”

“Sort of. How can he be sort of like me?”

“Because he’s not as fast or as strong as you will be. Also, he’s more vulnerable than you.”

“So what you’re saying is he’s weaker than me?”

“Yes. And not as talented.”

The front door slammed indicating dad was home. Mom got up.

“You can’t tell anyone. If this news finds its way to the wrong people, it will be dangerous. They will consider you very dangerous, whether you have your powers or not.” She said walking over to my door.

“Is there anything else I should know?” I asked as she opened my door. She looked at me with a look saying that she wanted to tell me more but she couldn't.

“That you should wear your hair down more.” She said earning a look meaning there was no chance that was happening. “I'm serious. You would look really pretty.”

I scowled at her for that last comment. She knew I didn't like me being related to that word, or any other one similar to it. With that she left my room leaving me to my thoughts and no longer interested in getting back to my game, so I just stared out the window and watched the leaves start to fall off the trees. It was the beginning of fall, and all the trees where changing color and falling off the trees. I sighed and flopped down on my bed, my head missing the wall by a few inches. I stared at my ceiling for I don't know how long before I finally drifted off to sleep.