Blank Slate: Friday Nights
Our group of friends had fallen into something of a rut. We would still gather every Friday night to hang out, but…we didn’t really do all that much. It was getting monotonous.
Our group of friends had fallen into something of a rut. We would still gather every Friday night to hang out, but…we didn’t really do all that much. It was getting monotonous.
Everyone had powers. That was just a way of life. My mom was able to become invisible, Dad had super strength, and I had the power to shape shift.