Power: A Short Story

It was a cold winter morning in Montgomery Village Middle school. It was around the time me and my friend were around the age of 12. We were about to meet a very interesting someone. That someone was named power. Power was someone who could give you anything you want. But it might be too much for one to handle. Power is nothing but a tool that has the ability to corrupt the purest soul.

It all started when we got our jobs in karate as instructors. Giving us the ability to help the higher belt instructors with other lower belts in self defense. At the time we thought that this was a cool job. We got to help others with doing the thing we loved and we got paid for it. Then Troy and I ranked up in belt giving us the power to lead class. That