Diary of a Superhero, Part 1

November 4, 2004
Dear Diary,
I love thunderstorms! I feel like I just chugged three cups of espresso. It's 2:30 in the morning, but I feel like I could run a marathon. I'm so happy!
I've spent my extra time figuring out what makes my theories work. At first, I thought the electrolyte serum shot would only affect the circulatory system itself. But it turns out that, once the serum is in the circulatory system, it affects everything. Muscles, bones, ligaments. Even the brain. It's incredible!
Lightning! More lightning! So much energy! I'm so happy!
My frogs are going crazy, too. I guess they feel the electric energy in the air, too. So the average leap for a frog is about four to five feet, right? Yesterday, Mr. Smiley jumped nine feet, eight and three-fourths inches. I created super frogs!
I get my homework done faster. I run faster in P.E., and I'm not as winded afterward. I can do more push-ups, more sit-ups, more pull-ups, than ever before. I eat more because I expend more energy--I hope Mom doesn't notice that we're out of Taquitos again, because I've been eating six of them every day after school--but if anything, I've lost weight.
I wonder what else I can do.
I wonder if a higher injection of the serum would give me stronger powers. I need to experiment more on my frogs first, just so I don't accidentally kill myself. I wonder what the maximum dosage is? If I'm able to inject the electrolyte serum directly into my bone marrow, would it give me leukemia or would my body start producing it on its own? And how are my kidneys going to hold up?
Oh, I keep forgetting I'm doing this for Jackson. It's not like Aunt Miri or Uncle Pete are going to let him try something this experimental. It's not like anyone's going to trust a sixteen-year-old high school junior to come up with a cure for heart problems. But Jackson's been on a transplant list for a year and a half now, and he's not himself anymore. Heck, I have seven cousins in town. Why does my favorite have to be the one who's dying? Because Macy's a snob and George is a jerk, that's why.
I hope Jackson's sleeping now. I'd call him if I knew he wasn't. He looked a little paler than normal at school yesterday. I hope he's doing okay. Maybe I need to suck it up and ask Macy how he's doing. Oh, but she's a snob. She'd never answer me.
Ooh, lightning! Precious lightning, sending electricity through my veins! And my arteries and my capillaries. I wonder if I'll be able to sustain my powers simply through electrical storms like this, or if I'll need to find a way to plug myself into a wall outlet.
I need to try to go to sleep now. I'm not tired at all. But I'm pretty sure my brain can't work solely off lightning.
I need to come up with a superhero name. I like Electra.
Yep, going to sleep now!
Kassie Kittredge, signing out!