Maximus Chan took out another piece of chalk and held it between his thumb and first finger. He pointed the chalk at the empty soda cans, lined up along a small wall. He kept his hand perfectly still and began to concentrate. The pressure in his fingers built; it felt like the chalk would crumble under the weight. Like a dart, the chalk flew out of his hand, flying through the air and piercing one of the cans. The can fell to the floor. Maximus chuckled and pulled out another piece of chalk. At school He was known as a bit of a swot. His small size, large glasses and his love of anything technical meant that most people thought he was a nerd, which didn't bother Maximus much although it could be quite
lonely. No one was keen to hang around with the weedy, little techno-geek, which was a shame because as well as having a great understanding of science he could do some really cool stuff. He shot
another piece of chalk at the line of cans. He was especially good at doing this, he had no idea why, or where he'd learnt it. For as long as he could remember he'd had superpowers.