The next four cities go by in a similar fashion. Well, except for Washington DC, where there was a building coming down. I had to really focus on teleporting for that one.

Now I'm back home in the Southern Land and dead exhausted. And hungry. But mostly exhausted. I feel dead on my feet. However, I can't go home and sleep because it's the middle of the day and Mum is still home. Too bad I only made one brew of that invisibility potion.

So instead I sneak inside, grab the tablet and teleport outside again. I sway a little. Probably shouldn't do that right now. But while I'm out I should check out this fansite I was told about. I didn't even realise I had fans. Oh and before I leave I should probably grab my headphones and the tablet charger as well.

Once I had retrieved these items (without teleporting this time, I was getting vertigo), I set off towards the public library. I can sit there and use the free Wi-Fi all day.

As much as I wanted to teleport, I had to keep up some semblance of normality, that and I didn't want to exhaust myself more than I already was. Despite the situations I willingly put myself in, I don't actually want to die.

I think due to my exhaustion, my transformation wore off, leaving me in my standard jeans, T-shirt, runners, and hoodie. I didn't even notice the change. Hope the neighbours didn't see.

The walk up to the library was peaceful. Well as peaceful as it can be when walking along a main road. It was longer than intended, due to my tiredness. Which also almost caused me to walk into the traffic lights. I got a few concerned looks for that one. In and out of cars. Other than that I got there alright.

I ungracefully slumped in the first chair I had access to, which was a nice, big, comfy armchair. I let out a sigh as I felt my muscles relax. I feel as if I'll keel over any moment. I give myself a (long) moment to recompose myself before I begin my research.

Now what was that site called again? Silver something... uhhh... paper? No... ah! Scroll, that's it!

The first result leads me to a homepage with a GIANT picture of me, front and centre. If it wasn't clear who this was about, it was now. I've seen this picture so many times now, you'd think I'd be used to it. But once I got over the fact that it was actually me in that photo, I just cringe. I mean, most people would this odd right? Well I don't know, because there aren't any other known superheroes. What do they even do on here anyway?

Sing my praises apparently. As well as discuss and list my powers, intentions and origin story. They even had a short story competition for that one. Geez, they're dedicated.

I realise I should probably be flattered, but I'm more disturbed than anything. How... how does someone become so obsessed with another person? I'm not that special or anything, sure, magic is a thing that most regular people don't have, but other than that, it's just me. Regular, old, boring me. Not that anyone would know that, if they read this.

And I'm not trying to put down their work, no, this website is very well done (certainly a better job than I could've done), but couldn't they have just made a wiki or something? Wait... never mind, they did, and included the link along with ones for just about every other social media platform that exists. Even Emerald Chat too. Damn.

What's their deal anyway? Why are they so fixated on me? It can't be because I saved them, I've only stopped six crimes in total; and I met them after I stopped my second. Maybe they were related to someone I saved? Are they supporters of vigilantes trying to fix the system and make the world a better place? WHAT?

They like superheroes. That's it.

Huge fans of both DC and Marvel, it seems these twins were ecstatic that a real life superhero had appeared, apparently proving the existence of magic as well.

So of course they tried to find out what they could about me. Which honestly wasn't much. Kinda my fault. I only answer one question before leaving. But they certainly made do with what they had. Some of those theories were really interesting actually. If it wasn't my life, I would actually believe some of these.

However interesting though, I could feel myself drifting off. If I wasn't careful I was going to sleep on the tablet. So I put it on to charge, moved it out of the way, and lay my head on my arms to sleep. My Aunt would freak if she saw me doing this, which was the last thing I thought before I succumbed to my drooping eyelids.

-+= A few hours later =+-

A shake of my shoulder pulls me from my slumber.

"Excuse me miss, but you have to get up, the library closes in five minutes."

"Oh, uh, sure. Ok. Yeah." Which is the best response my sleep addled brain could come up with. Ugh. My neck is cramping up and I have a little drool on my hoodie sleeve. Even with has to have been a couple hours sleep, I still feel just as exhausted as before, if a little less.

If the library's closed, that means it's five o'clock. Before I went to sleep it was about 10am. So I slept for about seven hours. And I still feel like the walking dead. I probably look like a panda again too.

I really need to get on top of this energy displacement. I need something to eat. And somehow get it without any money. I suppose I should just go home at this point, but now that my family's home, it would be kind of awkward. Maybe I should duplicate some food and camp out in the backyard until 'she' goes to sleep.

I reckon if I teleport, I'll just undo all the rest I've just accumulated, so i'll settle for walking. A little exercise won't kill me; but might my aching feet might just fall off. I don't even make it past Coles before someone calls out to me.

"Rhiann?" I know I shouldn't have reacted, but I often think I hear my own name, so it was second nature. So I turned around, to see Jen, Sarah and Matilda waving and yelling at me. Shit. My eyes widen and I realise I've been staring too long. I pull my headphones on, pull up my hoodie and continue walking.