#5, Abby speaking

 Shari hands me the book. "Your turn." she says simply. I take it and float up in the air. I steady myself, so my writing isn't bumpy.
 My name is Abby. My power is classic. I can fly. It's not much fun to fly in a tiny bubble under the sea, though. I love it up here on the surface, where the sky is an endless place for me to roam. I guess I got lucky with my power, and my weakness, too. The only downside of flying is extreme claustrophobia. I'm really grateful that this dungeon is roomy. About the size of a football field, far as I can tell. Sam won't let his light go farther than what we can reach, because he says we might not want to see what is back there.
  Acting on the same principle of 'it could be something scary,' Shari didn't want to come with us. but I had gloves, (it was the dead of winter but there was no snow yet) so I put them on, so she couldn't touch me, and apologetically lifted her in the air. I think that was what convinced her that we weren't crazy. John could have just been smart, the flashes and confusion could have been her mind playing tricks, but her eyes were telling her she was rising off the ground. She didn't make a sound. Sam and John ran as fast as they could down to the dock to start the sub, but I took my time, because I was going as the crow flies.
 Shari didn't ask any questions until I landed. Then they came out so fast we had no time to answer them all.
 "So you're all super heroes? Are there any others? How did you get your powers? How did I do that... weird brain thing?"
We waited until she was done, then we told the whole story. How no one knows how powers come, how there are about 400 more of us, and how we thought that she had a power, too. A power to take powers. Again, she was quiet. Then she asked one more question. "Where is this sub?"
 John slyly grinned and revealed a key chain from behind his back. He clicked a button that made a sound like a lock opening. A few bubbles rose from the surface, then one big soap bubble thing rose up from between two docks. It wasn't sphere shaped like most bubbles. It was more like an upside down bell. This made it passable to breath air while still having open water right below your feet.   Many nylon strings were stuck to the membrane, holding chairs under them. One chair, the captain chair, was connected to a complex set of levers. They were woven together in a complex web that took up about a quarter of the 9 feet across space. Apparently he could control the entire ship just by tweaking those strings. No one but him in the whole world knew how he did it. I'm not even sure if he understood all of it.
 The first problem we ran into was where Shari could sit. We quickly came to a solution, though. I would float up in the top of the bubble, and she would take my seat.
 Things went fairly smoothly for the next three minutes. Shari asked a few more questions, and we made awkward conversation about school. But then we came to the check point. You see, the city has many levels. Imagine a bubble with levels like a building. On the first level, there are the farms and forests. On the middle level is the city, and on the top is storage. There is also a very thin line of defence. It is mainly to keep people in, not out, and for surveillance, so usually it's no big deal for John to hack their system and give them a blind spot. But today, just as his hands went to his little make-shift cell phone to do just that, a strong current blew (do currents blow?) our way. The bell began to tip, and the chairs swung. He was thus occupied with righting the ship. And before we even started coming in for a landing, someone spotted us from below. Just our luck.

What kind of poem?

There is no stanza, so this is no sonnet.
This isn't free verse, there are rhymes inside it.
I'm not sure what a ballad is but don't think I'm writing one,
'Ballad' sounds so serious and this poem seems so fun!
Wrong rhyme sequence for limerick, (What does that even mean?)
It's also not an epic, there's not a single scene.
No music, not lyrics, too long for haiku.
So what is this poem called? Well, that is up to you.

# 4, Shari speaking

 It was scary to have so much knowledge in my head. I knew everything. I had every book of worth memorized, every mathematical equation solved.
 It took good old self-preservation instinct theory to keep me from going insane. I knew
a. I would go insane if I kept thinking like this.
b. If I went insane I might be hurt by myself or others.
c. It would be better to avoid thinking like this.
 So, by logic, I chose to avoid using my genius. But when those people from school knocked on my door, I should have freaked out. But instead, I calmly opened the door. I asked/commanded the boy I had gotten the 'gift' from
"Take it back. Please."

 There was a moment of silence as the four friends stood shocked on my doorstep. Then Sam asked "You  mean, you don't want it?"
 "Do I want to over think everything until I get a head ache and interpret everything wrong? NO." I answered sarcastically.
"So how do we do it?" Leave it to Sam to ask the obvious.
 But this time, no one knew.
 "Well..." I started after a time "It got it the moment I touched you. So maybe if I touch you again..."
 Two negatives equal a positive... (unless your adding or subtracting, sometimes. Integers. Algebra. Line graph functions...) "Oh. OW!"
 I fell to my knees, gripping my head. It hurt so bad, like a thousand drums in my temple. (Drums. Sound waves. History of music.)
 I heard, distantly, Johns protests. "But, what if you just take something more back? Like... like.."
 "Take. It. Back." I said slowly and strongly. I reached out and wrapped my arms around Johns ankle. I still don't know if I touched him because I thought it would make the power go back, or if I was trying to get revenge and take more away.
 Red flash this time.
Oh, sweet ignorance!

 "Yes!" Cried  John. I didn't understand why he was so happy. But my brain was back to normal. And that was all I cared about. I pulled myself off of the ground. I looked them all in the eye and asked "What in the world is going on?" We had a brief 'discussion'. And by discussion I mean they all started talking at once. John whistled (that was when I could tell he was the leader of the band), and everyone stopped. He asked me if my parents were home. I said no, and they wouldn't be until noon tomorrow, (they were on a date) and my babysitter (yes, I still have to have one,) was already asleep. Sam checked his watch and proclaimed that there was still enough time to go to "Davy Jones locker!" 

 Abby looked surprised. She said "We're taking her to the Trench? Really?"

 "Well, she obviously has a power." Reasoned Sam. 

 I didn't like being talked about as if I wasn't there, so I asked "What are you talking about?" 

 They all grinned and John said "Ever heard of a super hero?"