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I consider myself fortunate to be my age and able to do what I do, but I also think I am unfortunate because of this. Senior year, the big year of decisions and blossoming adulthood as everyone says. They claim that this year is supposed to be one of the best of your life, to me, this year is all about planning my future endeavors which are very different from all of my peers.

You know, sometimes just for a moment, I envy the lives of those around me. They don't have this secret lingering above them at all times, and they don't have to carry the weight of it either. However, when I finish my work of the day and think back to all the smiling faces I have exhumed across the city, all the lives that I made a difference in, it makes everything worth it and pushes me to keep going and work harder to keep people safe.

No, I am not Spiderman, he lives in my city though, in the majestic plains of Queens, and he swings around saving lives better than I ever could. The media loves him, and so does everyone else, I mean how could you not. No one knows the identity of Spiderman, I am quite intrigued by him, and I hope we cross paths one day. Just as no one knows his identity, I am the same.

My name is Jaina, in the world, I am just a 17-year-old senior at Midtown High School here in Queens, but behind my mask, I am known as...well...no one yet. I don't have a cool hero name yet, I guess I just do this thing as a hobby right now. No one is forcing me to go out there and risk my safety to help others, I just feel in my heart that I am supposed to do this. I know that one day I'll make a change in this world and everything I've done will pay off.

Friday again, supposedly the best day of the week for most but for me it is the busiest. See, on Friday's it seems like people strive to get into trouble like people want to be in a dangerous situation. I may not be known for the things I do around town, but I don't really need to be.

I finally drag myself out of bed, sit up, and look around my room. Decent size this room is, I have a queen sized bed with all black covers and sheets but, my pillowcases are light blue, my favorite color. My floor is a dark mahogany brown, complemented by the light gray, fuzzy area rug that lies under my bed. Around my window hangs wispy white curtains where the morning sun leaks through. I have a white desk and black office chair that sits right in front of that window, filled with my various creative and academic things. There's a brown framed floor length mirror perched up against my pastel blue walls right across from the foot of my bed so I can see myself in it while I sit here now. I also have a small bathroom, a shower, the toilet, and a sink are in it. Not much room, but I'm thankful I have my own considering I also live with my parents and younger brother Jackson.

This morning feels like, well, I feel this morning like something will happen, not a bad thing, but something. I always get these feelings in my stomach or in my chest whenever something is going to happen, it's a perk of being who I am.

Ever since I turned 7 I knew that I had these abilities, the ability to heat up things with my hands. It started with me just being able to warm up a hot pocket, but my powers grew as I did. Now, I can place my hand in a pond and boil the water, of course, the fish aren't fond of that. The most dangerous part of my abilities is that I can fry or incinerate anything I can get my hands on. I used to not have much control over my powers, but I have self-taught myself how not to kill people on accident.

I finally crawl out of bed after procrastinating for the past ten minutes to get myself ready for the day. The outfit that I've chosen for today consists of; a knit grey sweater, an army green bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and a pair of black ankle combat boots.

Halloween is just one week away and I'm in the spooky mindset. This year, a group of my friends will be having a party, and it will be single-handedly the most epic party there has ever been. This will be the first Halloween where we are all able to hang out together, so it's gonna be a good time.

I finish getting myself ready and go downstairs to meet the rest of my family. My 14-year-old brother Jackson is already scarfing down his breakfast of pancakes with syrup and bacon. Jack is a freshman, he goes to my school so I drive us both every morning. Also, every morning he insists on almost making us both late because he always loses or forgets either of two things; his student ID or his whole damn backpack.

As predicted, we leave 10 minutes after we are supposed to. On the car ride there we both make small talk about our homework and dumb sibling things. Jackson may be super annoying sometimes but he is the only person on this planet that I love with my whole heart.

We finally make it to school and in the front doors exactly 9 minutes before class begins. When I part ways with Jack and hustle to my locker, my best friend is already standing there eagerly waiting for me.