Soon after Ray, it was Mason's turn, and he moved those 300 pound weights around too.

But you know, kinda different, because well, he did it with his mind.

"Olivia Jackson."

With my turn getting closer and closer I was feeling more and more like a criminal sent off to be beheaded.

"Weslyn Jones." My turn.

I tried to tell myself to calm down, that I would just embarrass myself more by freaking out.

But it wasn't working. A path was cleared through the sea of seventh graders as I made my way to the front. When I made it there I was visibly shaking, and Ray gave me a look of encouragement.

I roughly swallowed down the knowing feeling that I would be teased in the near future for my talent.
It was time to show my power.
And no, I don't mean my ability of persuasiveness.

It was time to show my idiotic, ridiculous, unhelpful, odd super power.