I've been wanting to speak to someone for so very long... but I'm very, very paranoid about my life, about telling anyone my secrets.
Do you blame me though?
My name is Junelle, and I am a teleporter.
I've been this way for as long as I can remember. I always thought that this was something common, something normal that everyone had. But how wrong was I? Completely, utterly wrong. I am so naive to have thought that way.
I suppose there are some plusses to having the power of teleportation. For starters, you don't have to pay for public transport, as well as airfares to travel overseas. But what sucks is the fact that I can't really share this with anyone. Not even my family, or the people whom I care about the most.
Also teleporting actually makes me really lethargic and exhausted. It takes a lot of energy out of me, and probably because of this, I tend to eat a lot. I need all the energy I can get!
I used to have dreams about this power, only rediscovering it quite recently, during the night of my 19th birthday. Whilst blowing my birthday candles out, I wished that I could go Japan, just for the randomness of it. Especially since living in Espersan gets kind of dull every now and then, especially if you've practically done everything.
That night when I went to my room, I went to bed, closed my eyes, and I do believe that I fell asleep. However when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in Shibuya, Tokyo. Yes, I was in Japan. I ended up picking up a newspaper, and trying to read it. I was disappointed that I was not given the gift to cypher different languages, and read almost everything. But I guess, you always want more.
I tucked the Japanese newspaper into my left sock, because I had no pockets on me, and in my pajamas I walked around Tokyo. I had no money on me, but I was still facinated with everything. Nobody really looked at me funny, I guess it's because they were all caught up with their own lives.
I really did believe that it was just a dream. However, when I woke up again, I found a Japanese newspaper tucked into my left sock.
It's been two years since then. I've now got a stable job at "The Daily Herald" a famous newspaper, as a secretary and personal assistant to Mr. James Cardigan, the editor. I'm hoping perhaps that they'll let me do some photography for the paper, or write some articles in the near future. But I never have the guts to ask Mr Cardigan for that opportunity.
It's really hard remaining hidden, especially since the rumour is going around that Espersan has it's own superhero ghost. Have you even heard of a "superhero ghost" before? I didn't think so. The rumour is quite ridiculous.
Apparently she's so fast, "the fastest shutter speed of a camera can't even take a picture of her". What kind of idiot would come up with that kind of hitch? My boss of course. He's obssessed with her, "Shuttergirl".
He also doesn't know that that "superhero ghost" is not even a ghost, nor does he even know that Shuttergirl is actually me.
Now if I have kept this a secret for two years, then why am I so worried? Well Mr. Cardigan has recently employed a new key staff member, Mr. Caelan Vyron. It angers me because this new guy is doing exactly what I wanted to do; photography and articles.
The boss employs new staff all the time, right? But that's not the problem, the problem is that this kid is not an idiot, and actually knows what he's doing.
I'm afraid he suspects me. I get the shivers down m spine everytime he looks at me because the last thing I want is to be found out and experimented on.
I hope that you can keep this a secret. This is just between us, okay?
Currently Feeling: 
paranoid
Current Agenda: To lay low, of course!