I'm worthy.

I have scaled mountains with no ropes, dropped from planes with no parachute, and ran marathons with no shoes. I cook the perfect boiled egg, both hard and soft, no timer required. I have been recruited by the coast guard, when they found themselves unable to complete their mission. I'm known to sculpt better than Michelangelo and rap superior to Snoop. I build houses for the needy in my spare time and calligraphy is just one of my many talents. I am a yoga master, bending into pretzels with ease. I happen to be one of the last teens surviving day to day life without a cellular device. My humor is capable of making even the strongest willed British guard keel over in laughter. Although it is against my morals, I have gone completely undetected swiping ninja's wallets, robing casino's vaults, and extracting teeth's gold fillings. I've drank from the milky way. I've parted seas.
But I have not yet gone to university.

Uncle Paul.

A sharp rap rap rap on the solid wood door startles me. I get goosebumps as I walk warily to see what monstrosity awaits. I peer through the peep hole only to find a man, small in stature though evidently powerful. He has a sneer on his lips and the look of constant disapproval stained in the wrinkles of his face. The smoke from his cigar lingers briefly beneath the rim on his hat, dancing out with each chance. A shadow makes his eyes dark and furious. I allow him to enter.
As I turned to close the door I become aware of a second person. To my complete shock it's my aunt. But what could she be doing with such a ghoulish looking man?

Forsaken.

Not daring to be the one who chickens out first, we walk warily up the path to the abandoned mansion. Staying close together, flinching and cursing beneath our breath as the lifeless trees lean in the wind. Not one of us says a thing, but we all wonder who's great idea it was to spend the night in this place so void of human existence. We make our way to the bottom of the porch steps just as a black cat crosses our path. Brushing it off as coincidence we continue forward, no need to open the door as it does so itself. The house seems to have been abandoned while under construction, the floor creaks causing me to lurch forward right under a ladder. Terrified and certain that I am now cursed I turn to my friend, shes no white as a ghost and shaking in her boots. With my tail between my legs I sprint from this damned old house knocking things over like a bull in a china shop. With no sign of my friends following I figure them left for dead.

Telepathic Fish

Imagine a power so incredible, so strong, so beneficial that you don't even have to move to use it. Without asking a question you could get your answer. You would never have to wonder, "Is this the truth?" You could win over anyone with this power.
The power of telepathy opens many doors. Your classes would be a breeze. We all know that Mr. Van Camp is thinking of his ideal response when askind for the word that best decribes him. You could get on a teachers good side within minutes, getting away with virtually anything. Just think, you've been pulled over for speeding and the officer is thinking about writing you a ticket. With the ability to get in his mind you'd be apable of saying the right thing to sway him into letting you off with a warning. So many things could be accomplished in a much simpler manner with the power of telepathy. If given the choice, telepathy would get my vote!