Both the good and bad feminists and media warriors were taken aback at what I had done, and I did not blame them one bit, for I was frightened myself. After all, damaging property by accident is not part of my character development!

Craaaaaaaaaaack!

From where I smashed the glass, jagged lines appeared from that area and spread like wildfire. I pulled my hand back, held it in my other hand, and watched in astonishment and dismay as the cracks spread across the glass, getting bigger and bigger by the second.

The cracks soon came to a halt, covering the entire glass...and just like that, the glass shattered into millions of tiny pieces. No way could it be repaired. It would be impossible!

I was on the urge of more tears and covered my mouth. How could I let that slip past me? How could I be foolish to destroy what did not belong to me?

I was desperate to fix my error, and my mind began coming up with ideas to counteract the damage that I caused. Sadly for me, the only thing that I could do was...apologize.

I turned to Anti-Caleb. He did not seem happy and stared intently at the broken glass. Or the large hole that was there now.

Was he mad at me?

Yes. Yes, he was, and there was no denying it.

I gulped and coughed loudly to get his attention. "Anti-Caleb...I...I am truly sorry about the glass."

He slowly turned his head in my direction. "What did you say?"

"I-I said that I was sorry. I did not intend to shatter the glass. If there is anything that I can do to make it all better—oof!"

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him so that our sides were touching. "I am proud of you!"

Huh. Say what?

I asked, "Proud? Of me? Why? I thought that you were mad at me for breaking the glass."

"I can never be angry at my anti," Anti-Caleb explained his reasoning. "Damaging private property is nothing compared to how you can really tick me off."

"Then...how can I? I need to know so that I will avoid it."

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb." He gave me a playful shove. "There is no bother in knowing. Why do you think that your God will not reveal your future to you?"

"That is easy. He does not want us to worry."

"Exactly. The same applies here. I will not admit to you what ticks me off the most because I do not want you to worry about doing it."

"Well, when you put it that way...thanks."

"Awe!" the good group said.

"Boo!" the bad group booed with their thumbs pointing down.

Anti-Caleb squinted at both groups and flung his cape back. He pulled up his gloves and strolled up to a computer that was in front of the glass - now a giant hole - and had cords connecting to it and coming from underneath the steel floor.

"Caleb, my boy. Come on up here and allow me to show you how technology can make a certain species go extinct."

I stood next to him, and he typed on the computer. Meanwhile, the good group was asking me how I was holding up, and the bad group was tearing me down.

"Racist Caleb!"

"White people are so last decade!"

"You are a monster, Caleb! I am offended that you even are one."

"I am not a monster!" I snapped. "The only monsters are people who act like you!"

I stomped my foot on the floor, and the black and purple mix appeared from under my shoe and did not stop there. My powers stretched beyond me. Beyond my anti and the feminists and media warriors.

"No, no, no!" I cried.

It was happening again. My powers were covering every inch of the room. The walls. The ceilings. I cowered in fear, remembering when Cindy and Joan transformed into purple and black statues.

I examined Anti-Caleb - and became confused. He was standing on the black and purple mix. And yet he was fine. He never did transform into a hideous statue.

I pointed a shaking finger at him. "How...?"

My anti chuckled. "How am I not freezing in place? Simple. I have the same powers as you. Anyone who shares the same powers as yours cannot be harmed because it counteracts with theirs."

"You...you have them too?"

"As powerful as yours. Allow me to give you a demonstration."

He yanked off one of his gloves, and I was shocked when I saw his bare hand.

Purple with black lines and cracks covered his whole hand!

"Ew!" a boy from the bad group blurted out. "That is disgusting!"

"It is not disgusting!" my anti defended himself. "It is...fabulous."

I positioned my glasses. "Not to insult you, but your hand looks unhealthy."

"It is fine, Caleb. It is still working." He moved his fingers and thumb. "It is only like this because I use my powers from both of my hands a lot."

"You should stop and take a break from it, or you will permanently damage your hands."

"Like I said, they are alright. Worrying about them is a waste."

"Pardon me for watching out for you."

"And I thank you for that. I should also thank you for not watching out for them."

I spun towards the two groups...and felt like spilling out my guts.

All the feminists and media warriors...they were frozen solid! Just like Cindy and Joan.

Anti-Caleb sighed and put back on his glove. "The sad thing is that I never got to use my ray or my powers on them. I wanted to take care of them myself, but..." He smiled at me. "...I am grateful that you are my anti."

I sank to the floor. "I should have brought an extra pair of shorts."