Miranda Woodman
English 101
October 14, 2014
Mighty M
Before I was named Mighty M, my life was semi normal. I lived with my two parents,
middle class, a brother, a dog and not a worry in the world. My real name is Miranda, and I live
in Rockford, I attend high school and I am sixteen years of age. This drastic change in my life
only took nine months, it all started when I met a boy named Daniel. The summer before
sophomore year, I went to a friend’s house and when the group of people that we were waiting
for showed up, Daniel was in it. I had never heard of or met him before. The second our eyes met
we fell in love. His curly brown hair, tall, toned body, and humor made me fall harder and
apparently I did the same to him. As we began to get to know each other, I learned that he didn’t
have a good home life, he’s been kicked out multiple times, doesn’t know who his father is, has
eight little brothers while one more is on the way, but something that made me feel for Daniel
the most was that he told me almost every girl he had fallen in love with had cheated on him. He
had hesitated to tell me one night on the phone that he was afraid to fall in love again, and being
the person I am, I was ready to accept the challenge. I had never had a boyfriend or even wanted
to be with anyone before I had met him. Late one rainy night, he called from a different phone
number; he was crying, saying he just got kicked out and had nowhere to go. My parents,
surprisingly, agreed to allow him to move in. At first, the honeymoon faze of not leaving one
another’s side occurred, which only lasted for a week. After a month, we argued all the time. All
the arguing would put stress on my mom and dad, since they weren’t getting along either.
Eventually, I started not staying the weekends at my house and going out with friends, and that is
when he began accusing me of cheating. Since this was my first relationship, I didn’t know that
normally cheaters accuse others of cheating when their actually the ones cheating.
My dad is a recovering alcoholic and drug user, in the midst of Daniel living with us, my
dad began using and drinking again. More stress was put on my mom, she found out my dad was
cheating on her, and on the night of Christmas Eve, my dad came home late not sober. He was
very violent that night which resulted in my mom filing for a divorce the next morning and
kicking my deadbeat dad out. From the months to come, my mom morphed into a whole new
person. She went out and partied; she wouldn’t come home from work on Friday’s and be gone
all weekend until after work on Monday. She would forget to buy groceries, leave us with
money, pay for fees at school, or take me to get my license. While this was happening, Daniel
and I still weren’t getting along and I had even tried telling him to get out of my house by now,
but he refused. He had an anger problem, too, which didn’t take me long to realize, there was
numerous holes in my house’s walls, he broke all my phones, because he thought he was
preventing me from cheating on him, and he wouldn’t let me leave to go to friend’s houses. The
final straw occurred when Daniel had decided he was sick of me cheating on him, when in reality
I wasn’t. He turned into a violent, raging bull and destroyed everything in my house and hurt me
while doing so. That day he was moved out of my house after I called and let my mom know
what happened. My mom had a mental breakdown, making herself believe it was all her fault
and that she was a bad mom. She had cried to me that she had stopped paying the mortgage and
that she had met a guy in Aurora, but the worst thing that had came from her mouth was that in
the divorce papers the agreement was that my brother and I had to live with my dad.
Living with my dad at the beginning was alright, I thought things would get better
between my brother, him, and I. Soon, he would stay out longer and we wouldn’t see him for
weeks at a time. For a month and a half, after a lot of Daniel’s friends had found out he and I had
broken up, they called and told me about Daniel. That for those eight agonizing months he lived
with me, he cheated. He would skip school and walk to girl’s houses, he would be “going to
work” or “working a double” and girls would pick him up from his workplace. I don’t believe
everything I hear, so I got the names of some of the girls he had been with, and I called them up.
All but one girl confirmed the information was true after I pried it out of them. That girl was my
best friend, Meg, I knew her since kindergarten, and she comes from a perfect, wealthy family.
Has her own car, her dad pays for everything she needs and wants. She doesn’t have a curfew
and attends every party. I had wondered why we drifted away in the middle of my relationship
with Daniel, but never put it together because I was too trusting and my too distracted by all the
arguing between him and me. All of these events finally set fire to my revenge and hatred
towards almost everyone. I began to plot my retaliation.
I sat in my dad’s basement, in my room, and my thoughts about the situation
boiled my heart. I hate Meg and I hate Daniel. I begin to find ingredients to make a potion to
poison them. By the time I was done creating the concoction, it was time for me to leave for
work. Meanwhile, I left the poison out on my desk; Mia, my curious cat wanders onto my desk
and begins to sniff it. Little did I know, Mia had been exploring the sewers of our town earlier
and a suspicious, green, goopy, liquid dripped onto her coat. She had been trying to clean herself
earlier and there was green all around her snout. Mia liked the smell of the poison so she began
lapping some of it up, this allowed the green liquid to mix with the poison and something new
was created. After work, I came home with food from my work and ate it at my desk while
finishing up on my homework. My mouth came dry so I unknowingly reach for the cup of poison
and drink it to quench my thirst. There was a burning in my throat and that’s when I realized the
mistake I had just made. Reaching for the waste basket by my bed, I fall and trip over Mia that
runs by my feet, my head hits the concrete and I black out. Upon awakening my cat had an
estranged meow, but I didn’t know where she was. Looking everywhere, I couldn’t find her,
until I looked up and there she was, stuck to my ceiling. Flustered, I quick balanced on my chair
and yanked her from above. How did she get up there? More importantly, how am I still alive?
Crash! I whipped around at my door and there was a gaping hole at the bottom of my door,
opening my bedroom door and looking into my dark basement I somewhat catch a glimpse of my
white cat running from wall to wall in my basement. I absentmindedly reach up to pull the string
to turn my basement light on, instead my other hand jutted out to catch the falling light bulb
before it crashed into a million pieces onto my floor. I screwed it on and my gloomy basement lit
up, my cat was in the corner with its back turned to me. Her movements were jerky and abrupt as
if she were possessed. I stepped closer to see what she was up to, “Mia?” I was able to get out.
Her little head turned, looked up at me with the normal guiltless expression she usually has and
let out a small meow in response. There was a long string hanging from her mouth, peering
around to see what she had, there was a pile of mice lying at her paws.
My attention was turned toward what I heard outside. The slam of a car door, the jingle
of keys, the steps and stumbling on the cement of my garage, a key sliding into the lock and
turning, the door is pushed open and I immediately know it’s my dad. The smell of liquor and
mustiness hits me. His hand was on the basement doorknob and within seconds, I snatched Mia
up, turned off the light, and was lying in my bed. It didn’t register in my brain how unnaturally
fast I was moving until I had my blanket pulled up to my chin. I could make out every sound
outside my door; my dad was hesitant with his steps, for it was dark. His breathing was rigid, he
whispered my name a couple times. No way was I going out there. Once I could heard his
breathing steady and his snores become more prominent, I drifted into dreams.
Meooowwww, a long, needing sound roused me to consciousness. She was sitting
at the window sill; I opened my basement window and let her out. While doing my morning
stretches I Googled a different poison to for my revenge on my dinosaur computer. I placed both
the first and new poisons into my backpack; they were disguised in water bottles. When walking
out of my room, I noticed my dad slumped against some boxes. I nudged him with my foot and
he woke up in mid- snore. Once his lazy, red, sunk in eyes met mine, I uttered, “Where have you
been for a week and a half? The rent’s due.” He mumbled his response, “Been fixing Bill’s car.”
Somehow I managed to understand his words since there was a barrier around his lips of dry
drool. “Lie,” I blurted out, my eyes then widened and my breathing stopped, scared of what his
reaction would be I scrambled out of the basement. For some reason, I knew it was a lie, the
feeling just hit me with reassurance.
Late to school by ten minutes, one of the security guards asked why I was late. “Do you
walk to school every day?” I snapped at him, “Don’t smart mouth me, I could suspend you for
that,” he said. “Lie,” the word spilled out from my mouth, not again! I ran up the stairs to my
class before I got into actual trouble. All of my classes went by agonizingly slow, for I could
hear every tick from the second hand on the clock. When lunch rolled around, I sat by myself so
I could test this random ultra- hearing ability I suddenly have. Once everyone was settled in, in
the cafeteria, I could already eavesdrop on a conversation occurring across the room. I was
concentrated hard on one conversation about the answers to my math test, when suddenly, all the
girls turned around to look at who had entered the lunch room. I knew who it was right away, of
course, “That’s Sebastian Leverly,” some whispered, “he’s new, I heard he’s from California,
and has money,” others whispered. He came into my view after he closed the door and stepped
in. He had brown, short dreadlocks and very tall and lengthy. He looked around nervously; he
saw my table was basically empty. He strode over and sat at the far end of the table. After
awhile, conversations went back to normal and I could hear Sebastian calm down along with is
beat. I caught him glance at me for a second while I pretended to write something in my
notebook. “Hey,” slipped from my lips. He looked at me like a frightened animal. “I don’t bite,
are you new here?” he half smiled and nodded. “My name’s Miranda, yours?” I was trying to get
him to speak, “Call me Bash,” he muttered. The lunchroom doors opened again, this time it was
Meg, my anger began to boil over, but I put a lid on it. She found me and sat down, “Hey what’s
been up with you lately?” she asked with fake concern. “Nothing,” sounding nonchalant in my
response, and then I remembered the gift I had for her in my back pack. I grabbed one of the
bottles, without paying attention a sat it on the table. Meanwhile, Bash was watching from under
his eyebrows. Reluctantly, Meg reached out and grabbed the poison. I gave a devious smile and
asked, “So, was it true about you and Daniel?” I could see the panic in her eyes, “Of course not!
What kind of person do you think I am?” She pretended to sound offended, that familiar feeling
rushed back to me and I was ready for what came out of my mouth this time, “Lie,” here
eyebrows knitted together, and I gave an innocent smile, “Kidding, Meg, take a joke, now drink
what I brought you! My mom made it.”
Meg brought the bottle to her lips and tipped the bottle back along with her head.
The cloudy, blue liquid washed into her mouth and she swallowed. Her face was sour and she
said, “Gross, is this a sick joke, Miranda?” I laughed, “Yeah, sorry.” Waiting for the effects to
kick in, I looked at Bash and he mouthed something to me. I couldn’t concentrate on what he
was trying to say to me because I looked down at Meg’s hands and they were shaking
uncontrollably. Her lips were turning a light blue and her hair began to fall out onto her
shoulders. She stood up and began screaming, the entire lunch room became quiet and looked at
her. Her high- pitched scream turned into a deep bellow, and from what I could tell her hands
grew curved, yellow claws. Meg’s eyes were closed, and she stopped screaming but her body
still continued to shake. She was completely bald and large spikes began to form on top of her
head that aligned with her spine, which was beginning to protrude out of her back which caused
her to hunch. With an abrupt motion, it seemed as if someone had just kicked her knees because
they locked back and became introverted, along with her nose it squished onto her face. At this
point, everyone in the cafeteria had run out frantically. The only thought in my head was, why
didn’t any of this happen to me? I searched my brain for what to do; I thought that the drink was
supposed to kill her. Bash was at my side and he whispered in my ear, “Use your powers,
Miranda,” I looked at him dumbfounded, “What powers?!” I questioned. In that next second a
loud shriek came from what used to be my best friend’s mouth and she started to run toward me.
It was like a car had hit me, Bash pushed me out of the way and I caught myself on one the lunch
tables. Bash was no longer a good- looking young male teenager, he had transformed into a tar
black creature with long sharp teeth. Bash and Meg were battling it out; Meg was trying to get to
me while Bash was keeping her from hurting me. Both creatures were making loud screams and
blood curdling noises. Meg was getting frustrated, in the midst of the noises coming from her
mouth, her voice was coming out and she said, “You still don’t win Miranda! I still have
Daniel!” This time I didn’t put the lid on my boiling anger, within seconds my foot was on her
ribs drop kicking her clear across the room causing her to fly threw the dry wall and crash hard
against the brick. She fell limp to the ground and was not moving, so I kneeled next to Bash to
make sure her was okay. Meg managed to seep her claws into his hip very deep. The creature
that he had morphed into was getting smaller and reshaping back into his human form. The
sounds he was making became more human, moaning from the pain. I wanted so badly to help
him but Meg was coming back to consciousness and I knew I needed to end her before she killed
both of us. There was sharp glass all over the floors but most shards were too tiny to penetrate
the skin enough. Meg was now on her feet and shaking the debris off of herself. I closed my eyes
concentrating on my next move, I could hear the steps of her running toward me and it seemed as
if it was happening in slow motion. In once swift movement I suddenly had clung to the ceiling
and all of the glass on the ground came together as one. The glass cut threw Meg’s chest and
came out of her back, the glass stuck to the wall behind the monster and her beating heart was
hanging from it. Meg fell to the ground with a hard thump and her body shifted back to her
normal, skinny, perfect self. Bash was thumped against the wall and was smirking at me.
“What?” I asked, “How do I get down from here?” he started laughing as I tried to pull my hands
from the ceiling. “Think about getting down,” he suggested. I closed my eyes and did as he said
and my arms and feet came detached from the ceiling tiles as I gently floated down to the floor. I
walked over to Bash and helped him up, I threw his arm over my shoulder and said, “C’mon let’s
get you out of here.” He was wincing but responded with, “I have a lot to teach you, little
grasshopper.” From then on, Bash and I were best friends and we fought and killed cheating
boyfriends and fake friends for the rest of eternity.