Immortality

Being an immortal isn’t as fun as it may seem. Sure, I’ll admit, it sounds great, being able

to live forever. Nevertheless, it doesn’t come without downsides. It’s so hard to get into serious

relationships when you’re immortal because they’re going to wind up aging and you’re not.

Similarly, you have to watch your family-and actually everyone you’ve ever loved-die

eventually. I have to admit that’s definitely no fun. Also, it feels like you’re not really living for

anything, because really you’re just ​living​. You can’t die. Life get boring and repetitive if you try

to live a normal life, but you get so many questions when you start over so many times.

On the flipside, I will admit it’s also really fun to be immortal, I can’t lie. As hard as it is

to deal with all the death and lack of serious relationships, you get to do some really cool things

too. For example, you really have no consequences for anything. If you feel particularly tired,

you can sleep for a week with no real need to eat or drink or move around. If you go somewhere

where the food is really good, you can’t die from overeating, so you can eat as much as you

want. You embarrass yourself? Just sleep for a month until everyone forgets about it. Break up

with a significant other? Easy, just leave and go to another state. It’s not like you can die from

the elements or not eating. You really like a new video game you got? You can easily stay up for

a week straight playing it.

Another huge plus side to being immortal is the fact that I have no fears. It’s really hard

to be scared of something when you know that nothing can hurt you. I’ve heard the classic

stories about immorals not being able to die but still being able to feel pain. That, however, isn’t

real and doesn’t apply to me. I can’t feel any pain ever. I go out and do whatever I want,

whenever I want to, because there are no real consequences to my actions. I can work online for
any money I want because I never have to sleep or stop working. I’m an author; I work freelance.

Being an immortal has given me a lot of interesting stories to tell, so I write them all down in

books, call them fiction, and send them in. I spend about two days a week working, which equals

out to about ten books finished a week. That gets me all the money I need to get and do whatever

I want.

I intentionally put myself in new situations and try new things all the time for my books.

Skydiving with ​and​ without a parachute? I’ve done them both. I’ve gone bungee jumping,

climbed the tallest mountains, ridden the scariest roller coasters, driven my car off of an

overpass, dived from bridges, swam in shark-infested waters, you name it. I’ve lived all over the

world. America, Canada, Japan, Ireland, Italy, London, you name it, I’ve lived there. I’ve seen

the Eiffel Tower, the Statue of Liberty, the Taj Mahal, Mount Rushmore, the Pantheon, all of

them. I’ve played every sport you could imagine until I get to the top.

So, yes, being immortal isn’t easy all of the time, but, to me, the bad is worth it in the

long run to get to do the good. I get to experience the world in its entirety. Even more than that,

actually. I’ve been sent up into space without a helmet to see how my body would handle it. I

was fine, of course. I’ve been sent to every known planet in our solar system. I can do anything

and everything. I’ve adopted an entire shelter of dogs and given them a home with me until I was

able to rehome them to other people. I’ve been in more relationships than you could count,

although that’s really not as exciting as it sounds. I’ve had kids and raised them. I’ve been alive

for around 376 years; it’s easy to lose count.

I’ve adopted tons of kids and given them homes. I’ve sent kids to college, and I donate to

the schools consistently. I run blood drives and fundraisers. I buy property and build houses on it
and give them to homeless people. I pay their utility bills and get groceries delivered to them. It’s

so easy to be generous when you have nothing to lose. I love to help people, it’s so rewarding. I

never lose out when it comes to helping others, because they could die and be affected by these

things and I can’t, so I feel it’s my duty in life to help them. So maybe being an immortal isn’t

the easiest thing in the world. But,

I’d be lying if I said there were no perks to it​.

Eight Years Old

I was eight years old when I realized I was unlike the other kids. I thought it was normal,

at first, to be able to do what I could do. Although, when I turned eight, I showed off some of my

skills to a girl at school and she ran away screaming. She told a teacher and he called my parents

and had them pick me up, and I couldn’t come back for the rest of the week. I hadn’t understood;

couldn’t ​everyone​ do that?

The ‘that’ I’m referring to is magic. I know what you’re thinking. ​Really, this kid thinks

she can do magic?​ Well, the answer is yes, because I ​can.​ I know it sounds strange and

ridiculously unbelievable, but I have this magic within me. It sounds very ​Harry Potter,​ but it’s

not quite that. I don’t wave a wand around, as much as I kind of wished that worked. No, my

magic is more being able to change things. It was sort of like a superpower, I guess. But that’s

not what I consider it; there’s nothing ​super​ about me. It’s magic.

It sounds insane, I know, but I’m not crazy. I’m also not here to get you to believe what

I’m telling you, I’m only here to share my story. And my story is as follows:

When I was just young, I was able to make things happen, just by thinking about them. It

wasn’t always that simple, but that’s the best way I can explain it. For example, I was able to
change my hair color or length. I could change my whole appearance, actually, whenever I

wanted to. If I woke up and I decided I’d look good with short brown hair and brown eyes, then

I’d just look in the mirror, think about it, and watch my looks change in front of my eyes.

Sometimes I used it for the greater good, like going to something looking like someone that

really didn’t want to go.

Not only can I change ​my own​ looks, but I can change other people too. That’s where the

‘doing things for the not-so-greater good’ comes in. If there’s someone that I don’t like, I may or

may not alter their appearance a little bit. Now, when it comes to other people, I’m limited to

only changing hair, eyes, and skin tone. I couldn’t alter their bone structure like I could my own.

Also, I could modify the appearances of objects and animals as well, but like other people, I was

limited to what exactly I could do. So now you know my story, and what my magic is. So

remember:

Not everything is as crazy as it sounds.

Disbelief

It’s interesting, learning that you’re different than everyone else; maybe even a little

scary. It’s hard, too, being different. Especially when you’re different on the inside, so you have

to dedicate your life to make sure no one knows that you’re any different than they are. The way

I’m different is so unbelievable. It seems so absurd, but it’s real.

Everyone has heard of it, but no one believes it- ​no one is going to believe me.

When I was able to start doing magic when I turned eleven, things got a little weird. I was

old enough to recognize that no one else that I knew was able to do this stuff. But, I didn’t know

what that meant for me; just because no one I knew could do magic, doesn’t mean no one else
can… right? As I got older, I began to realize that what I could do ​wasn​’​t​ normal; not at all. I

started to pretend that I didn’t have these powers; I’d be safer that way. Something I began to

notice, however, as I practiced my powers in my room, is that I was getting good at them.

My powers consisted of mind-based things. I could read other people’s thoughts and I

could move things by just thinking about doing it. I’ve gotten so good at it that I can just look at

something and it will move where I want it. Also, if I think really hard about something that I

want, such as food, it will show up in front of me. That’s really convenient for when I really

want some ​McDonald​’​s​ or something like that. I wasn’t sure, at first, if I was bringing the things

to me or if my powers could create the things. However, I later realized that I was able to

materialize the things that I wanted, which was awesome, and meant I wasn’t stealing anything.

I could have ​almost​ everything that I wanted. There were limitations. Such limitations

include living things. Plants don’t count, but if I want a celebrity or dog or something along

those lines, I can’t have it. Which is okay with me, honestly. I will totally take having limitations

if it means that I can materialize any non-living things. Included in my brief limitations,

however, is a cap on how much of each thing I can have. Which is also fine. I can’t have a ton of

money or a ton of food all at once.

But that’s just what it’s like having powers.

Unreal

“Magic isn’t real,” I scoffed.

The person in front of me looked at me annoyance and anger in their eyes. She lifted

something that looked like a wand straight off of the set of ​Harry Potter.​ She then muttered some
words that didn’t sound real and suddenly I saw the world around me become larger. I looked

down at myself and realized something. She had just turned me into a bug!

I guess I was wrong.​