Rolling on Marbles

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You know how people camp outside of retail stores on Thanksgiving night waiting for Black Friday to roll around? They forget that Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for what you already have and instead ditch it for the idea that they can get more stuff that they don't already have for 80% off. There were also those periods of time when Apple would release a new product and everyone from all social circles would camp outside of the store just to be the first people to get a phone that has just one more feature than their last. Same thing for when a new video would be released. All the pre-order-ers would line up outside of Gamestop trying to prove they knew more about the game just because they played the beta version of it before hand. 

 Well, none of those times compared to when Starbucks released their annual red holiday cups. 

 And that's where I am today. Standing in line behind Klickitat's entire hipster population just to buy ridiculously expensive coffee being served to me in one of the most festive cups I had ever seen in my life. That's right. The red cups are what made the holidays for me. 

 And who am I, you ask?

 Just a girl that needed a good cup of coffee with a tad of holiday spirit.

 "Harper, looks like you have company. Down at third avenue. There's a bank robbery."

 Did I also mention that I was a superhero?

 I groaned so loud that the whole cafe turned around and lifted their Harry Potter looking glasses that they bought for $300 dollars on Amazon to look at me better. It unnerved me in a way considering how in sync it was. In situations like this I just float away.

 I can fly. It isn't genetic. My parental unit is as normal as those you find on the standard TV sitcom. They've both grown up in Klickitat all their lives and the city has never had a superhero until I came along. The first time I displayed my capabilities was before I could even remember. According to my mom, I kept floating out of the crib at night and bouncing around the walls. They were logical and took me to the doctor but he gave the same reaction and so did the next doctor and the next one and the next. 

 So yeah. I can fly.

 And I did float right out of the Starbucks, literally.

 I flew up to the roof to remove the leather jacket I was wearing along with all my other clothes leaving me in a navy blue body suit and black combat boots with a black belt around my waist. No, the belt is most certainly not of any utility. I unclipped the buttons on my shoulders and my bright yellow cape released. Then it was time to mosey on down to third avenue.

 I didn't have a symbol on my chest. I don't have a secret identity to hide behind a two worded name in which the first two letters would become imprinted on my tits. Making a costume is a lot of work. So people just call me Harper.