The road was a blur. The dust chased after me like a mob of wild horses. I passed tree after tree. The road was deserted; the hills rolled on by as I passed, rolled on like waves in an ocean. As the pavement curved around every turn, my legs reached for the next leap. My foot locked into place as I pressed to the finish line. I didn’t know where I was going, nor did I care; I needed to get far away from that town. The road suddenly turned to dust. A cloud followed me as I tried to outrun it. I ran faster and faster.

Soon I reached Spring Hill. But wasn’t that an hours distance away? How was I going so fast? The welcome sign stood still in the stray light of the moon, which shone so brightly in the night sky. Everything looked like it was fast asleep. The plants drooped their heads as the moon took over the sky. My parents would be searching for me by now, but I did not care; I had just wanted to get away, to sprint so fast that I would feel like a blur, so fast that I would not see anyone and no one would see me.

Suddenly the realization hit me: no human alive could run as fast as fast as I had been running. I had run an hour’s journey in five minutes. What was happening to me? How was this possible? Do I have super speed? Earlier that day I took a pill for a headache. I had not looked at the side effects. Remembering this, I came to a halting  stop and grabbed  the yellow bottle out of my bag. It had tiny writing on it. I flipped it over to the back to try and found side effects.  I stopped in shock as I read “Superhuman activity such as super speed.”