Then came my junior year. Slowly, I started to sense a change within me. At first I freaked, wondering if I was like preggers or something! My mom would have killed me. But after taking like six of those pee-stick tests I realized it was something else. Something powerful was building up inside of me. I was jazzed with a mega-awesome kind of high that made me feel totally energized with positive pep and school spirit. And when I took to the field to root for our team in the big game, it was like my pom-poms lit up with pride.

Except it wasn’t just pride. The warm fiery glow was coming directly from my hands. I didn’t know what was happening, but as we approached the end of our super-fantastic cheer routine, a sudden stream of pure radiant blue energy pulsed from my hands, right into the opposing team’s huddle! Oh my gawd! I just wanted to die right then and there! Finally when the dust settled, I found out I had fried three of their players. :(

It was so totally an accident, but a really major one. It couldn’t be resolved with an, “Oops, my bad!” This was like, life-altering, or something. To avoid jail time, my parents had to pay a lot of money to a judge. They were seriously pissed! And my friends were like nowheresville afterwards. I had gone from homecoming queen to invisible in one night. You’d think I had the Vahzilok disease or something equally groady.

They weren’t just grossed out, though, they were like, afraid of what I might do next. I mean, super heroes might be a dime a dozen in Paragon City, but when you get into the gated suburban communities, we just don’t see this kind of stuff. I tried to keep my powers a secret as I went from high school to high school, trying to fit in as best I could, but something always seemed to happen... I’d accidentally power thrust another cheerleader during routines, or the science teacher who gave me a D on my midterm would end up with a smoldering piece of charred metal in his parking space after school. I was getting better at focusing my powers, but I always seemed to sense when it was time to move on.

Eventually I ended up in Paragon City. It was like this was where I was meant to be. If the demons from Hell have a summer home, it must be Paragon. So this is where I stayed after graduation. I mean if any city is in serious need of a cheer squad, it’s this one. “2, 4, 6, 8... Evildoers I just hate!”

It wasn’t long before I crossed paths with Masseur of Love. He was standing on the street corner, decked out in an expensive tailor-made pink business suit, scoping out the fresh newbie heroes racing out of the hospital after minor run-ins with local Atlas Park thugs. He liked my outfit (also pink) and my tenacity. “The school girl look is in,” he remarked with a smile. He offered me his card and told me he had a group I might want to join.

Oh yeah, I was back with the in-crowd. We might storm warehouses and save people from some real bad-ass trouble, but we sure look good doing it. Fashion, popularity, style, and influence. What more could I want? It’s like, I’m fulfilling my destiny, you know? :D