Sugar Sugar

                                                                 Sugar Sugar


     My excitement is uncontrollable as this marvelous woman hands a bill to the cashier and walks with me out of the store.  The destiny that awaits me is just around the corner, today I get to be beaten by sugar crazed children for their own personal enjoyment.  I'm so excited!  The mother sets me down in her room and starts stuffing my inside with candy, instantly a tingling sensation fills my shell.  This feat of ecstasy lasts for another twenty minutes as I await the purpose of my creation.
       "I can't wait for Michal to see this, hes always wanted one" said the anxious mother.  She picks me up again and brings me downstairs, as we walk I admire the pictures of her and her family standing by the Eiffel Tower and of decorative fruit.  As we approach the sliding glass door  to enter the backyard, I can faintly hear the smacking sound of little children eating cake with their mouths open.  Has their mothers ever taught them manners?  That thought swiftly exits my mind as I get string stapled to my back and hoisted into the tree; man that staple kinda tickled.  I've never experienced the feeling of being ticklish since my creation, but I now know that it isn't very pleasurable as the helium balloons told me in Frank's Dollar Store.
      "Kids!  Come outside!" excitingly yells the mother.  Children sprint out of the house, eyes wide from the sugar high they were experiencing from the overabundance of birthday cake they just finished consuming.
      "Wow mummy you're the best!" shouted a icing covered child who was obviously Michal.  This is a rather nice scenario, excited children, the spring sun lightly warming the candy inside me; releasing the sweet smell of cheap hard candies and slightly melted chocolate.  In single file the hyper kids line up for a thick stick in which to beat the tooth rotting goodness out of me.  Finally!  Every child takes a spot, surrounding me.
"Birthday boy goes first!" says the mother sternly.  Michal winds up and gives me a good swing to the side.  God that felt good.  Like a pack of wild animals they all join in on a frenzy of strikes to my paper mache body.  Whack whack whack; ngh this is the most pleasuring thing I've ever experienced, if I could feel heaven this would be it.  Newspaper ripping and cracking of sticks is the only sound I hear, suddenly my body rips open; ow that actually kind of hurt.  Time and space suddenly leaves my reality.  Sound  becomes droned and my sight fades like turning off an old television but in slow motion.  Nothingness embraces me, the last thing I am aware of as I feel my body float away from my consciousness is  
      "Theres only four chocolates in here!  That's so dumb!"  The children and mother don;t even stop for a moment to think about what they ha just done.  To them, I'm an inanimate object.  No.  This inanimate object had a soul. 

Superpower

Many people don't like who they are, they may not like how they look, sound, or act.  People may also feel down on themselves because the don't have any special talents.  Me being one of those people, I would choose the ability to adopt any trait, skill, or ability I wanted.  This basically means I will have the power to act out or accomplish anything that comes through my mind.  Say I didn't like the way my leg giggled when I walked up stairs; I could just think "nice legs" and I would have perfect runway-worthy legs.  If one day I was sitting on my couch eating an unimaginable amount of candy corn (which I would now be able to do now because I can make it so I never get sick or gain weight) and a commercial came on for Canadian idle, I could then fantasize about wanting a perfect, flawless, angel-like voice and it would happen.  Many bad things have happened in the world, it would be so astonishing if I could just want the ability to time travel so I could right those wrongs.  I would be able to stop the 9-11 incident from happening.  A few months before it happens I would gain the skill to sculpt 1:1 scale models of famous people and sell them, or go to vegas and do my one man show of "the boy who could squeeze the juice out of everything" where I would take inanimate objects and juice them with my hands (just because I think that ability would be awesome) like rocks for money.  Then I would get onto that plane when I had enough money, ready to do my thing.  When the plane nears new york I would go into the pilot's cabin and develop the skill of that Vulcan sleep squeeze thing Spock does in star trek on the hijackers, then with ease I could want to obtain the skill of flying planes and get people down safely.  One thing this mystical of mine can do to really save the world is give me the ability of mind control; I would then travel to London, Ontario and use that to make Justin Beiber's father use a condom.  Speaking of saving the world, my power could be used to turn filthy drinking water in third world countries into clean drinking water, it could also be used to educate my mind to come up with a cure for AIDS, cancer, and every terminal illness the world has ever been stricken with.  The list could go on forever of what I could possibly achieve with this power.  Fun would be the main result of it, but the need to care for humanity would ensue thereafter.