The Need for More than SpeedThe flying girl set Pete down at a rest stop near the bottom of the hill. Her light brown eyes shone like flames. “There, you’re safe now.”
Pete felt like a klutz. “Thanks for saving me,” he said. “I guess you saw what happened with those bikes. The ones ahead of me were going too slow, then that one guy bumped me from behind. If the path had been broader, I could have outrun them.”
The girl smiled. “I know. I saw you zooming down the hill. You’re real fast, aren’t you?”
Pete smiled back. “Yeah, and I have super vision too. I just got my powers, and I’m still getting used to them.”
The girl nodded. “I know what that’s like. I’ve been flying for a while. When I first received my powers, I got so excited I flew into a tree. I’m Firestorm, by the way.”
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