The Healing Power of Running

Samantha Blake
Seems really silly to say it, but I'm scared to go to bed. I feel like a kid or something. I used to sleepwalk a lot when I was little, but I'm 14 and I'm not a kid. But I just get scared when the lights go out. Is that stupid? Am I stupid?

I've woken up three times in the night in the last week, just screaming. And then I realise that the bed is on fire. And that's not a dream, the bed really is on fire. I have the power to create fire from my hands. I can also stop fires, so I can quickly put it out when I realise what's happening. But it means that the smoke alarms keep going off, the sheets are ruined, and I've destroyed 5 mattresses since I've been here. It's so .... humiliating.

Mum and Dad and my grandparents have been brilliant. And I'm starting to feel better. James has been great too. He deals with it in a different way I think. Boys just do don't they. But I know that he's been feeling all strange and like he's going to explode too.

I've started doing more running. That really helps. When I'm out on the road, it feels like I'm free. Now I've just got to persuade Dad to let me run on my own. He keeps saying he wants to go out with me. But he can't keep up and I worry about him. I mean, he's old! He shouldn't be out there running with me. Not that I don't want him there. I love my Dad. But I worry about him.

Are Super Powers a Bad Thing?

James
Ok. Sam has done the sensible thing and explained what this blog is for. And dissed the name I created. Which is just wrong, because Class Heroes is a cool name. What’s the point of having super powers, and then not being famous?!

This whole diary thing feels a bit girly to me. I’m ok. In fact I’m better than ok. I’ve got rockin’ super powers man. That’s not exactly a hardship is it? But yes, I’ll do what Dad says, and I’ll write all my very deep and personal feelings down.

Ummmm. Can’t actually think of any...

Actually, Dad did come up with a cool thing. Being the IT guru genius he is, he said he’s going to set us up with our very own personal Twitter accounts. It’s not real Twitter of course. Wouldn’t be much of a secret would it?  It’s on Dad’s own server. No one but me and Sam will ever see it, so we can say what we like. He says it is therapy.

The tweeting thing is pretty cool I guess. He thinks I won’t be bothered to log on to a computer every day and write in my diary, but I can tweet things from my phone. And he’s right, even I don’t mind doing that. Trouble is, now we’re staying with our grandparents in Suffolk, is anything exciting actually likely to happen to us ever again? I feel like the Fresh Prince, or whatever that show was years ago.

We still don’t really know what’s happening back in London. We’ve sort of escaped from it all. We left the day after everything kicked off. No one is supposed to even know we are here. But I just get the feeling that sooner or later, the police and the press are going to come knocking on our door and start asking some awkward questions about me and Sam and our powers. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to chill out and have a laugh.

Two Cool for School

Hello computer. My name is Samantha Blake.

This is the first post in our Class Heroes blog. Hope you like the name. It was my twin brother, James's idea. He thinks it's funny. He think's he's funny. He's so not.

I wanted to call the blog SamJam. That's what Heat magazine would have called us. Better than JamSam isn’t it?

This blog is my Dad’s idea. He says me and James need to keep a diary, and this it. Our shared, private blog, that no one but us will ever see.

Dad says we’ve just been through a traumatic ordeal, and we need some kind of outlet to deal with what’s happened to us. He’s probably right. Unless you’ve fallen down a big hole over the last couple of weeks, you’ve probably heard about the school coach that got blown up by a terrorist bomb in London. Or you might have heard about the fire at the big hospital in London. Or about the siege in that hospital. Well, all those events involved me and my brother.

We didn’t start the fire (think that’s a line from one of my Dad’s CDs????). Honest. We were the victims of the bomb, and the fire, and the siege. You probably think we’re pretty unlucky after reading that (or as my Dad says “come the end of the world, you wouldn’t want to be standing behind us”.)

I’ll stop talking about my Dad now.

Actually, we weren’t unlucky. We were very, very fortunate. We survived. When I woke up in hospital, I had super powers. Yep. No kidding. So did my brother, James. But it’s a secret. That’s why this a secret blog. And have you ever tried keeping a secret? It's really, really hard, particularly when you just want to show your friends all the amazing things that you can do. Feels like I'll burst into flames if I don't write it all down - which, incidentally, is something that I can do.

At the moment, we're sort of lying low. It's the school summer holidays, and I don't even know what we're going to do about going back to school. James says we're too cool for school now. Or perhaps that should be two cool for school?

Dad is kind of doing my head in. He's so worried about us all the time. I know we've been through a lot, but we are 14! We're not kids anymore! Well, alright, we are. But we're faster, stronger, and better able to look after ourselves than most adults.

Ever thought what it might be like to have super powers, and have an over protective dad? I think I'm going to be finding out...

Samantha Blake