Okay, before I even start no my real name is not Sparky. It's a nice name that my Dad gave me when I was little because everything seemed to blow up in my hands or a least spark. I have always had the worst luck with anything mechanical or electronic, which makes my gift seem more amazing. To me at least, anyway on with my story.
I decided to take my Promicin shot on a whim. A guy came to my college offering the shots, saying that they were free to anyone who wanted one. Security managed to run him off but not before several of us got the shot.
I hurried back and locked myself in my room. Thankfully my room-mate had already gone home for the summer. One of the benefits I guess to rooming with an underclassmen. I sat staring at the needle for what felt like hours. I was terrified about taking the shot. I knew about the 50/50 odd of dying but something deep down told me that I would make it. I picked up the needle and injected myself. At first nothing happened. I began to think that it wasn't even Promicin that I just took. It was about an hour after I took the shot that the pain began. Let me say if I could have found a gun at the time, I would have shot myself. I was in so much pain that I can hardly describe it. I could barely breath let alone move. I spent the next couple of days on my bed, moaning, twitching and shaking. Trying to over come the pain.
After what seemed like weeks everything returned to normal and I began feeling like my old self. I was a little heartbroken about not having any gifts right away but I was mostly glad that it was finally over.
I made my way out of my dorm, to find it had only been two days, and headed over to the dining hall for some much needed food. After eating my fill and heading back, I noticed one of my friends kicking her car tires in frustration. I walked over to her and asked her what was wrong.
She explained that her car had just died on her. I jokingly offered to take a look and she agreed, saying that I couldn't damage it much more than it already was. I shrugged and told her to pop the hood of the car.
I began looking at her engine and much to my shock, I actually knew what was wrong with her car. Me, a girl who a week ago couldn't tell you the difference between the spark plug and the air compressor, knew what was wrong. It was almost like a blueprint of what everything was supposed to look like appeared in my head. I reached down and began pulling wires and reconnecting them. I tinkered around with it a bit, easily fixing what was wrong with the car. My friend thanked me and headed off. She didn't think that anything strange was happening. Me on the other hand, I knew something was not right.
I ran back to my room faster than I ever had, straight to my laptop which had been running kinda slow for the past couple of weeks. I took one look at it and knew that the IT guys had lied when they said nothing wrong with it. The memory was damaged some how and I knew just how to fix it.
Soon I became the person to go to on campus if anything broke. From hair dryers to someone's watch, I was on fire.
I am not sure who this power will help me in the future but it should be fun to see.
-Beth aka Sparky
