Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

ning has always come for me, and how sometimes I can almost
sense what other people are feeling (not to mention my almost
unnatural obsession with Nike shoes) it seems almost logical that
I’m descended from the goddess of victory herself. Being here, on
Serfopoula, has made these things even more apparent. I dropped
my already exceptional running time. I connect with Griffin and—I
will never, ever admit this to Mom—I feel even closer to Dad. Maybe
it was my godly blood coming home?
Another thought occurs. If I have godly blood then I must be
able to zap stuff like everyone else. I know Nicole said you have to
learn how to use powers, but I wonder if I can . . .
As soon as the thought enters my mind I get a tingling feeling in
my hands. I look down and they’re glowing.
Mom gasps.
Coach’s jaw drops.
Damian smiles. Until the collection of framed diplomas and stuff
hanging on the wall suddenly crash to the floor.
Maybe there’s more to this whole zapping thing than I thought.
“Powers are not something to be toyed with.” Damian waves his
hand and the frames all zip back up onto the wall. “You will need
to train. Extensively. Other students have had years to learn how
to control their powers. If you can tap into yours this easily—and
unintentionally—then you must take great care in your thoughts
and actions until you have mastered them.”
I hang my head. “Sorry.”
Suddenly, the enormity of what I’ve just learned about myself
hits me. I’m part god. I have supernatural powers. Powers I have no
idea how to control.
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