Well I promised myself that this year would be a bit different. I would try harder to take care of myself and that I would not let my anger get the best of me. Boy, I guess I’m getting off to a rough start. Someone decided that yesterday would be a good day to rob a bank. It was your usual robbery – a couple of guys in ski masks, big guns, lots of yelling and frightening everyone in the building. Golly, it was practically boring! I crash through the doors of the bank, so I can give them a good scare, and it worked a little. One of the robbers asked who I am. Now, I don’t require that everyone knows who I am, but considering that we were living in Los Angeles and that I have billboards posted all over (and that he had a regular American accent) really threw me off guard. I said I was Flare! I am a Champion!
…and he laughed! Can you believe that?
I noticed his partner trying to tell him not to mess with me, but he was too busy insulting me, saying that my costume was silly and other…gratuitous things. How dare he? Who was he to mock me? I quickly blind him with my powers, and in seconds I had him dangling by the ankle. I shook him and smacked him, and screamed that he never talk to me this way. I am Flare, I said, and I can break you in half. Never forget it. It brought me such joy to see the fear in his eyes, and his friend near tears. That’s when the police showed up.
I feel a bit of shame now as I write this. While I always feel satisfaction knowing that criminals are imprisoned, I usually tend to keep my cool when it comes to insults. I try to be good, not blindly break normal human beings committing petty thievery. I’m not exactly sure what happened to me then. Hmm, maybe I was channeling Donnah somehow.
