I think I'm a mutant. No.. not really. Just special. You see, I usually have instincts for some flying objects coming at me. And I usually am correct. I dodge before anything hits me. I remember one time that my friend yelled to warn me that somethin' was coming at me. Before I heard her yell, all I can remember feeling at that quick moment, was air pressure changing and the world paused for a moment. And the next thing I know, I'm moving before realizing what I did. And that's the truth I sware. I have that same feelings everytime something comes at me. So far so good. Nothing has hit me when objects come at a fast rate from behind, sides, top or down. Front is nothing. I'm the best dodge ball player in my school. Perfect. I don't remember being eliminated once. My friends say I'm a freak. And it's not just that instinct thing, but because I dominate in every sport I play in. And I'm only 5' 5". I love B-ball, everyone thinks I'm Jordan.