Origin Stories

My friend Abi likes to use Andrew, myself, and her younger brother as guinea-pigs for writing exercises that she designs for some local kids. In this particular exercise we made a lists as a group to get ideas flowing. The first was a list of ordinary events. The second  was a list up super powers. We chose one from each list and then we all spent 15 minutes writing an "origin story". I have Andrew's and mine written down here below. I would like to give you the one that Abi did but I don't have it. Perhaps she can give it to me?

Bathroom and Teleportation
Spiderman gained his power in a somewhat private way... though he ended up wearing skin-tight spandex and swinging around on silk ropes. Like Spiderman, I too have a super power. Bu, that is where the similarities end. My superpower is teleportation, which I think has more sex appeal than spewing silk from wrist-holes... Also, I don't wear skin-tight spandex, or any spandex for that matter. My "origin story" however is far worse than Spiderman or any other superhero. It all began in a Tacobell bathroom...

I don't know how I came poses my powers, perhaps it was a genetic mutation (x-men style) or maybe I was bit by a radioactive spider in my sleep (I doubt this however due to my cleaning and sleeping habbits). For all I know, my my powers could have com from the taco I just ate. Anyway as you can probably guess, learning you can teleport while going to the bathroom is not something glamorous.. or clean. Knowing that I will not tell you the whole story but onlythat it involved teleporting to the bedroom of the gril I had a crush on (and in her bed to be specific). I tried to clean "it" up, but I could hear her comeing and began to wish that I could be anywhere else, even if it was a dark hole somewhere. I never did find out where that hole was, but I did figuure out that I had a "super power" and how to use it. Simple think of where I want to go and want I bad enough.
The End
~Andrew~

Making Coffee...
The morning was a gray and gloomy one. I wanted to stay in bed, but going to class was what I was doing. I was stressing about how coffee would take too long and I would be late for class when Andrew handed me a Red Bull. Andrew is my boyfriend. I guess we'll get married one of these days but for the moment we are just trying to get through college. The Red bull was cold. Red Bull is supposed to be served cold it's gross any other way. I wanted somthing hat but caffeine is caffeine. Andrew handed me the drink.
He grinned, "red bull gives you wings!"
I think the stuff gives you weird burps, but what ever. I made a face at Andrew. Sort of cross eyed with my tongue out to one side.and flapped my arms. That's my way of saying, "thanks, I love you, sweety." 
I snatched the drink and raced out the door chugging it. I was half way to class my brain still foggy with the dream I'd bad thath morning (something about chemistry and vacuums), when I realized that my fast paced walk had slowed to a crawl. The next thing that I noticed was a super short man walking past me. He must have been a midget because I am no giant and his head only came up to my waist. He was staring at me. Our eyes met. Embarassed, I looked down at my feet. then I screamed becaused they were three feet off the ground and walking on nothing. The man stared as I drifted upward. I was flying.
~Jenny (Me) ~