Journal #25- fear

In this journal, we are supposed to write about fear.  There are many ways that one can write about fear.  They can write about the actual feeling of fear, things that happen that make you feel fear, what goes on in your head when you feel fear, or things like that.  I, though, am going to go against the crowd and write about the reasons why I, Ainsley Crawford Slifer, do not feel fear.  If you did not know already, I am a superhuman.  Superhuman do not feel fear because they are supposed to have all the courage in the world so they can save the day.  I will tell you a story about a time in my life when I should have been scared, but it did not happen because clearly that is impossible.  One day, I was taking a lovely stroll through a very busy city, where crime is a day to day thing.  I was walking past the local jail when I noticed that there were some very suspicious looking men dressed in black and white striped pajamas using a cell window as an exit. "Hmm.."  I thought.  "That is not what a window is used for."  I walked over to the strange men.  "Excuse me, sirs, what do you think you are doing?"  Suddenly, they pulled a gun out of their last-season pajamas and pulled me into an alley! Any other person on the planet would have screamed, yelled out for help, and seen their lives flash before their eyes.  They may have also gotten profusely sweaty.  I did see my life flash before my eyes, but not in the before-I-die type of way.  I remembered that I was superhuman!  I may look like just your average, sixteen year old high school girl, but little did they know.  I jumped up, smacked the guns out of their hands, and hand their hands tied in knots before they even knew what was happening.  While most people get scared in scary situations like that, but I use the fear that my body creates and use my superhuman powers to transfer it into the other people.  The end.