Superheroes in Prose Volume Seven: I, Galaxy

In my first week as a Superhero, I’d fought and beaten Dr. Villainous, stopped six muggings, and rescued four people from a burning building. (But, admittedly, I was the one that set the building on fire, so … that happened.) But other than the sending the cat into space thing (and the setting the building on fire thing), life was going pretty well, and I thought it could only get better. I was at the University of Prose, ready to attend orientation. Ready to find out what the possibilities were going to be for the other part of my life. Would I be a doctor? A lawyer? A journalist? A photographer? An actor? The sky was the limit, and I had the awesome Superpower to fly even beyond that. I was stupid with empowerment, ridiculous with confidence, and crazy with superiority. I took one energetic step onto the lawn of the campus, smile spreading even wider across my face. "Gabe, this college nonsense is a terrible idea," said M, the alien that I'm bonded to. I took a few quick steps, barely avoiding a face plant right there on the lawn. Now—and especially then—M had the ability to deflate me so quickly, using so few words … the only way I know how to describe it is hilariously sad. My name is Gabe Garrison, and this is the first part of my Superhero story ...