Dakota Skye Page #6

and Beth is still, well, Beth,

still obsessed with college

and careers and all that sh*t,

but we're friends again,

not because we are, but because

we actually like each other.

There are even times

when I don't mind

being able to see

through all the bullshit.

I mean, what the hell

am I supposed to do, you know?

It is what it is.

And there are

a lot of liars out there.

Now I'm just starting to do

something about It.

Same thing. Whatever.

Those 3 stupid words

that Kevin said to me that night

managed to drive a spear

right through the middle

of my entire world view.

What if there's

no black and white in this world,

no good and no evil,

no right and no wrong?

What if there are no lies...

and no truth?

What may be a lie to one person

may be completely true for another.

Beth tells me

this is called relativism.

I don't know.

Sounds like an S.A.T. word to me.

All I know is my headache's gone,

my friends seem to like me again,

and, well, I'm happy,

involuntarily endowed

with something

people spend

their entire lives searching for.

Lucky me.

- Shouldn't you be studying?

- Mom, I'll be fine.

- Remember, keeps your hands at--

- 10 and 2, Mom. I know.

There will probably be a few

trick questions on the test.

Mom...

Your father would have been

a much better driving instructor.

I like the one I had just fine.

Well, I tried.

And you succeeded.

Now serving B52.

- Is that you?

- No.

You know, you never did tell me

why this sudden urge

to get your license.

I got sick of relying

on people for a ride.

Well, I don't want you

driving at night.

- Okay.

- Now serving B21 .

Oh, that's me!

Wish me luck, okay?

Remember to put your seat belt on.

Okay. Close enough.

My name is Dakota Skye.

I am 18 years old,

only medium-cute,

and I have a superpower.

Okay, maybe

a little cuter than medium.

Somehow

I'm leading someone else's life

I cut a star down

With my knife

And right now

I still see the way the moon

Plays this tune

Though our lights died

My hands shake

Every superhero has a nemesis.

It's every day

Someone that negates her powers

and brings her down

amongst the mortals.

Then came you

And as you

Keep your picture

Someone that makes her

no more than human.

Then came you

When I'm lost

Look at my picture of you

And somehow

I'll make tonight our own

Show you every way I've grown

Sometimes I think I made him up,

And I reached out through the ether,

through the haze,

and tapped him

on the shoulder and said,

"Hey, please, come wake me up. "

I'll learn the parts and play along

If you let me

Every superhero has a nemesis.

My hands shake

Mine is a cute

stoner boy named Jonah.

My knees quake

It's every day

The same way

'Cause then came you

Then there's you

I keep your picture

In my worn-through shoes

Then there's you

Then came you

When I'm lost

I look at my picture of you

If you let me

I'll show the world to you

Yes, if you let me

Tell me you love me.

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