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"Mark, can you grab the mail please?" she shouted up the stairs.

That's my Mom. She loves to demand menial tasks from me. "Ok Mom." I shouted back.

I have a secret though. It's something that developed a few days ago. It turns out that I only have to think of what I want to do and three seconds later it's done. "It's on the kitchen table Mom." I shouted.

"You didn't even come down the stairs!" she yelled back.

"You missed me somehow Mom." I called out. I grin in the mirror at my little joke. Mom hasn't figured it out yet, and probably I shouldn't mess with her head that much. But now and then it is entertaining.

"How did you do that!" she called up.

"Magic of course." I responded. I hear her grumbling moving back down the stairs.

"You keep up the jokes and you'll end up in an early grave.." she said glibly.

I can do many things with my new found powers. I can get to school, come home at the end of the day. Basically I can travel anywhere in the world it seems. I haven't found a place I couldn't go yet. I can even think myself full of food, clean from a shower, hair brushed, clothes cleaned. You name it, and three seconds later, POOF!

As super powers go it's pretty decent.

I had never thought of death though. It was pretty unfortunate my mothers statement. Death isn't all that fun, and it's too late to think of a way out...