I stared at my phone, knowing Soel was right. After a few minutes, I set it down, not wanting to think about it. "Uil, owl," I whispered. I turned invisible and snuck out of the house through the back door. Thankfully, it was silent and both my mom and my sister were deep sleepers. I flew into the air, and flew in circles over the park, talking to myself.

"I know he's right, but it just seems crazy that already, people want to know our identities. But that's the thing, he didn't recognize me, although I acted so weirdly on camera, you could hardly see me. I hate this! I don't even want to be a superhero, it wasn't by choice! I haven't even done this for a full twenty-four hours, and I already want to give up, I'm not cut out for this. Perhaps Shadowan will be able to be defeated by-" I saw a man following a man. I stopped flying, and watched as the woman who was alone, just carried on with her walk, seemingly oblivious to the man behind her. It was still dark outside, so the only way they could see was due to the street lamps. I landed on one that was ahead of them, and watched as the light from my feet spread down the pole to the sidewalk, grabbing the woman's attention.

"I saw you on the news!" She ran to me, where I had jumped to the ground, light still spreading on the sidewalk. "You're Uil, right?" The man glared at me, but continued walking towards her. She looked no older than twenty, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, ma'am." I pointed to the man staring at her. "Do you know this man?" She turned to face him. "He has been following you for at least a block."

She shook her head and stepped to the side so the man could pass by. "I wasn't following her, you idiotic little girl," he growled as he stormed past us. She turned to me, gratitude consumed her face.

"Thanks. I appreciate that." I was avoiding eye contact, looking at the trees and building behind her. I was shorter than her, as tall as her shoulder.

"Anytime." I kicked myself off the ground and into the air where I let my wings fly me into the safety of the trees. I sat on a sturdy branch, hidden by the leaves. My hands were between my two feet, frog style. There was no light coming from me, but I saw the area around me darken. I felt like a pile of rocks had been stuck in my stomach. I pulled out my regular phone.

Jo: See? You are too afraid to even defend yourself to your friends brother.

He was right, and I knew it. I was selfish and stupid. I remembered all the ridiculous ideas Jo had helped me through, even when they weren't successful. He was always by my side. And I always shot down his ideas, even when they were better than mine. I spoke only of myself. What the heck is wrong with me? I have and amazing life, and amazing friend, yet I let it all go like it doesn't even matter to me. I'm a spoiled little brat, and I knew it, I just hated it. I flew back to my home, silently slipping back into my shared bedroom with Adelaide.

We had a bunk bed, and we switched every Friday, per her request. This was my week to sleep on the top bunk, so I flew up, then went back to my normal self. I stared at the ceiling most of the night, not getting any sleep.

I fell asleep around 5:52, which was perfect because my ever so lovely alarm was ready to wake me up at six. I had fallen into a light sleep, so my phone rang only once before I was able to shut it off. I got out of the bed and picked out a sweatshirt and jeans to wear, then went to the bathroom to change. I was completely ready to go at 6:15, and school began at seven. I walked to school and I just sat in my seat for first period. Walking on Sunshine came on over the P. A. system, and I dreaded it. I pulled out my earbuds and plugged it into my iPad and listened to my anti-stress playlist. After the teacher took attendance, they gave us instructions on the essay that was due in two weeks about how something we feel passionate about. The teacher continued rambling on, passing out examples, hand-outs, etc,. She stopped talking with fifteen minutes left in the class, and I decided to email Jo.

Subject: I'm Sorry

Hey, Jo. I realize that what I said was wrong, and I'm sorry I kept bothering you. I spoke to your brother, and he made me realize that I have been very selfish and rude to you. I'm sorry.

Not two minutes later, I got an email in return

Subject: RE: I'm Sorry

I saw the messages, and what he said to you wasn't nice. I'm sorry he acted like that. I told him not to speak for me.

He was still on my side, always fighting for my cause I was such a rude friend.

Subject: RE: I'm Sorry

He was only standing up for you. I'm fine, but what he said was true. I'm a selfish brat, and I never pay attention to you.

After I hit send, I began catching up on my school work from the day before, ignoring the email sent to me by Jo. The bell rang, and as I dashed from English to American History, /i stared at the floor, afraid to accidentally see either one of the two brothers. Or even their sister who had just begun, starting in sixth grade. The entire school day went by, and I wasn't approached by anyone in the family, which I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

While I awaited for my mom's car to pull up, I convinced myself that I am unworthy of taking the role of Uil, but another part of my mind was telling me that if I backed out just because I was scared, I would only be proving their point. I went back and forth, the two voices in my head were fighting, but the pro-superhero/positive voice always gets ruled out by the negative one. I pulled out my Samsung and typed very sulkly.

Uil: I'm sorry to let you down, but I-

I stopped. I have only been doing this for a day. And Toledo needs help with Shadowan. But, I was never ready, and I don't even want these powers. But everyone is putting their trust in me and it could cause more damage to stop now. My mom picked me up, and I just read as she drove me home. I stayed silent most of the night, answering questions with one-word answers. I went to bed at ten, knowing I would have an hour to watch Flash before I had to meet Delfini. Dandelion and I switched beds so I was on the bottom bunk tonight, and I just watched my watch on my wrist. 10:59. I thought that was close enough. I was tired of the drama of eighth grade, and I felt as if a piece of my soul was ripped from me, leaving a hole. Jo and I have been close since sixth grade, and something as simple as one argument is taking us apart, and it wasn't even that bad. 11:00. I pulled out my regular phone.

Me: Hey, Jo. 

No, I'm going to put his full name, it is less casual.

Me: 

I'm decided to change my phone so it says my actual name instead of just "me". Am I stalling? I think not.

Erin: Hello, George. I'm sorry we fought over such a stupid cause. I'll help you figure out-

No, I can't help him.

Erin: Hello, George. I'm sorry we fought over such a useless cause. I think it was unfair and unjust of me to not be supportive of your ideas, so I will do my best to encourage you're journey to figure out who Delfini is.

I hit the send button, and my phone said he was active three hours ago. The hole in my stomach still felt empty, but I went invisible and snuck out the back door like I did yesterday. I waited until I was in another person's yard before I transformed. I was still invisible as I made my way to the park where I saw Delfini leaning against a tree casually. I could tell he was deep in thought. I landed on the ground and I felt my wings draw close to my shoulder blades.

"Del?" He had zoned out. The sound of my voice made him blink in shock, before his blue eyes rested on mine.

"Del? Is that my new nickname?" I pulled out my phone and changed his name to Del and held it up so he could see. He smiled weakly, a thing which I didn't feel like matching. My friend was trying to figure out who he was, but I can't warn him, because it might raise some questions that will lead me to reveal personal information. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want to talk to you about something one of the twins said." He tilted his head slightly. "I think that we might actually have our own villain to deal with. Shadowan."

     Note from the Author:

          So, today I was dealing with writer's block, but I ended up writing part one to another story, and part two to my already published story (part two will be published on Friday). How did you feel about the spoiler in part seven? Did you read it? Were you expecting it to be soon? Well, I had it all set up, ready, then BAM! Spur of the moment decision! Make two of the people it involves fight! What a smart choice! So now I have to put it back to the way it was, which I am trying to figure out.