All Right Let's Do This One Last Time

      Everyone has that inner voice that tells you what to do. Some call it divine guidance, an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Others consider it schizophrenia. Regardless, having a conscience is the best way to put it. It's the kind of guidance you need when your parents aren't around anymore to tell you what's right and what's wrong. It is the grounds for why unjust laws and social norms are reversed and why you feel bad when you take the last slice of pizza. Everyone has a conscience. Ultimately, only two things vary: how much you pay attention to your conscience and what your conscience believes to be moral and immoral.  Both things matter to me. Someone who refuses to pay attention to the crippling weight on their chest after attempting to annihilate half of Paris worries me. Someone who thinks killing half of Paris for the love of their life is moral also worries me. Just as much as someone who thinks having to pay taxes is unfair and ther...

       This work is exhausting. I wake up at five a.m. from Monday to Friday because, astonishingly, criminals are the early birds who steal the worm. They end up giving me just about five minutes to get ready for school so I can sit in a classroom to answer a couple of questions and watch the clock turn into our five-minute pass time, five times a day. These five minutes then offer the perfect opportunity for me to think about all the people who could be getting robbed on their way to work by an annoying idiot who thinks stealing something under $20 doesn't count as stealing, or the guy who got broken up with so he decided to spend years of his life creating a mutation that gives him superhuman abilities when all he needed was one of his buddies to tell him there is plenty of fish in the sea, a tub of ice cream, and a couple sad movie nights so he could move on. Then it's time for another class, and then another, and another, until the last period hits, and at this ...

    I was bitten by a radioactive spider that gave me superhuman abilities I never could have imagined . I have decided to use them for the greater good as Spider-man. What’s it like to have powers? It’s like that feeling you get deep in your chest as you breathe in crisp cold air that overlays most camping trip mornings. At the same time, it’s like that feeling of dread you get when the wind starts picking up, you haven’t set up your tent yet, and you feel a raindrop fall on your cheek. Having powers is feeling liberated yet shackled down by the harsh reality that a storm could be approaching at any time. This is why I keep my secret, even from those I love most. Especially from them.       Sometimes I wonder if I should tell them the truth about everything I’ve done to keep them and others safe. I wonder if I am doing more harm than good. At what point does protection become lying, and is it worth it in the end? I will die one day, I don’t know when,...