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I wanted to save the world, as my father did before me. It didn't work out as I expected. I mean, the world wasn't destroyed or anything, but… well, you'll see. Don't worry.
Anyway, so my mother told me that my father, in fear of what was going to happen, left our family. He left, without warning, to go back into the past. That's how it is with my family. We are able to control time. It's weird, I know, but that's who we are. So, my father went back in time, and he never came back.
My sister, Nira, didn't care much about the whole time warping thing. I get it, she doesn't want to get stuck, she wants to be normal. I don't want to get stuck either, but someone's gotta save the world –and my dad. I don't think Nira would want to try that.
I went to my grandfather for training cause I had no idea how to use these powers. Just like my father –his son- he had the sarcastic humor, which I guess passes through the males of my family. Well, except me. Yeah, so I go to the family training area –kinda like a dojo type of place- around 9:00PM (his idea), and remember PM! I don't think I learned anything about these powers except that it's bad to think of a person and not a place you want to teleport too. Otherwise you could end up anywhere that person has been.
All I did from 9:00PM to 3:00AM was run around trying to catch him when he used his powers, tried teleporting into restricted areas of the house (my mom's room, his room, the girl's bathroom), run around some more, and then whip up some noodles for him. All he did was sit there and pretend to teleport, laugh when I got caught in the bathroom, and slurp the noodles in front of my face.
After training that day, I went into my dad's room and picked up the picture of him and my mom from his dresser. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders after their wedding. I closed my eyes and thought of that man. I felt cool air rush through me. I frowned then opened my eyes. I found myself in a snowy black field. I felt the grass… no! It was a street! I looked up and it seemed like the street lamp was broken. I heard a noise, indistinct at first. I turned to get off the street but my head felt heavy and my eyes started to blur. I staggered as a sudden light reached my eyes. I heard someone yell, "Boy! Get out of the way!" I turned to see who it was when something crashed into me and all went black.

"Hey! Hey, Hal! Wake up!" Something hit my cheek. I threw my arm out at whoever slapped me but my arm was caught. "Damn you, boy! What did I tell you about hitting your elders?" I opened my eyes in confusion.
"Dad?" My dad nodded as if I needed serious help. I lifted my head and saw cars passing by. Light was out and-
My dad smacked me again. I stared at him. "I'm just clearing the cobwebs out of your brain, Hal." He raised an eyebrow and stood up. "What did your grandfather tell you? Practice before you actually try it. Practice makes perfect! Remember?" He sighed and said, "I knew it. Maybe I should've let the car hit you. Then you would've learned your lesson NOT TO TIME TRAVEL IN THE STREET!" I blinked.
"I was in my room er- your room when I started… I forgot to think about the place. I didn't know where-" My dad held up his hand.
"Wait, wait. Hold on. You made it here not knowing that I was here, not even thinking of what I could be doing, not even paying attention to where you're going? So, how'd you get here?"
"I… thought of you…" I muttered, tears coming to my eyes as I struggled to keep control.
"Interesting," he merely said. I looked up. I wondered if he was actually planning to come back.
Just then, these men came down the street on motorcycles. They weren't your average biker dudes, either. They had strange sunglasses –almost goggles- over their eyes and their faces were clean-shaven. Blood red scarves flew behind them from around their necks, and I swear! They all had guns under their leather jackets! My dad muttered some swear word that I can't repeat here and grabbed my arm and started running down the street. I followed him a breakneck speed, hearing the motorcycle engines behind us.
My dad ran down an alley and I staggered to a halt so I wouldn't miss it. We ran into an old warehouse with an uncountable number of crates covered in dust. "Who are they?" I gasped as we rested.
"They want our powers," was his one explanation. I stared at him.
"To destroy the world?" I asked my voice rising. He blinked.
"No! Why would you say that? If there's no world, then how will they live? Stupid…" He frowned, then looked at me weirdly. "No… smart! You're extremely smart! You found out how to teleport! Amazing! You didn't even have to spend 10 years of your life hearing with my dad hearing, 'Hal, Focus on me thirty years ago!' or 'Hal! Why aren't you making those noodles?' Hal this, Hal that! You're so much stronger than your grandfather…" He walked back and forth while switching into his mode of excitement. "I don't even know why he thinks he's better looking thirty years ago," he continues. I sighed while he absorbed all of his discoveries.
Suddenly, a huge bang came from the front of the warehouse and two motor guys came in through the knocked over door. My dad got in front of me. "You can't get what you want, so leave!" The leader smiled and took his goggles off. His pale blue eyes sent a shiver down my back, just as his voice did when he replied, "That's your son?" He took out a gun and pointed at my father. The smile he gave us as he prepared to fire made me freeze in terror and just stare. I thought of the house, my beloved home, and expected never to see it or my mother, grandfather or Nira again. I opened my eyes when the gun didn't go off. I frowned and found my dad and myself in my room.
"You did it! You teleported!" he yelled pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "I must go to my father and tell him that my son is more accomplished than his and-"
"Dad? Uh… I'm sorry we couldn't save the world." I bowed my head. Again, I couldn't prove anything to him. I failed in showing him that I could do anything, just like him. My dad frowned and then he started laughing. I looked up in alarm.
"I'm sorry! It's just… I told your mother I was going to save the world, so she wouldn't realize that I left our old photo book she was looking for at our old collage! I was just getting that!" He could barely speak let alone walk out of my room, because he was laughing so much.

So. I didn't save the world. The world didn't need to be saved. I only failed in realizing that, even though I had my heart set on saving the world, even though I knew I could do it, my dad… likes to joke a lot. Maybe next time…

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I wanted to save the world, as my father did before me. It didn't work out as I expected. I mean, the world wasn't destroyed or anything, but… well, you'll see. Don't worry.
Anyway, so my mother told me that my father, in fear of what was going to happen, left our family. He left, without warning, to go back into the past. That's how it is with my family. We are able to control time. It's weird, I know, but that's who we are. So, my father went back in time, and he never came back.
My sister, Nira, didn't care much about the whole time warping thing. I get it, she doesn't want to get stuck, she wants to be normal. I don't want to get stuck either, but someone's gotta save the world –and my dad. I don't think Nira would want to try that.
I went to my grandfather for training cause I had no idea how to use these powers. Just like my father –his son- he had the sarcastic humor, which I guess passes through the males of my family. Well, except me. Yeah, so I go to the family training area –kinda like a dojo type of place- around 9:00PM (his idea), and remember PM! I don't think I learned anything about these powers except that it's bad to think of a person and not a place you want to teleport too. Otherwise you could end up anywhere that person has been.
All I did from 9:00PM to 3:00AM was run around trying to catch him when he used his powers, tried teleporting into restricted areas of the house (my mom's room, his room, the girl's bathroom), run around some more, and then whip up some noodles for him. All he did was sit there and pretend to teleport, laugh when I got caught in the bathroom, and slurp the noodles in front of my face.
After training that day, I went into my dad's room and picked up the picture of him and my mom from his dresser. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders after their wedding. I closed my eyes and thought of that man. I felt cool air rush through me. I frowned then opened my eyes. I found myself in a snowy black field. I felt the grass… no! It was a street! I looked up and it seemed like the street lamp was broken. I heard a noise, indistinct at first. I turned to get off the street but my head felt heavy and my eyes started to blur. I staggered as a sudden light reached my eyes. I heard someone yell, "Boy! Get out of the way!" I turned to see who it was when something crashed into me and all went black.

"Hey! Hey, Hal! Wake up!" Something hit my cheek. I threw my arm out at whoever slapped me but my arm was caught. "Damn you, boy! What did I tell you about hitting your elders?" I opened my eyes in confusion.
"Dad?" My dad nodded as if I needed serious help. I lifted my head and saw cars passing by. Light was out and-
My dad smacked me again. I stared at him. "I'm just clearing the cobwebs out of your brain, Hal." He raised an eyebrow and stood up. "What did your grandfather tell you? Practice before you actually try it. Practice makes perfect! Remember?" He sighed and said, "I knew it. Maybe I should've let the car hit you. Then you would've learned your lesson NOT TO TIME TRAVEL IN THE STREET!" I blinked.
"I was in my room er- your room when I started… I forgot to think about the place. I didn't know where-" My dad held up his hand.
"Wait, wait. Hold on. You made it here not knowing that I was here, not even thinking of what I could be doing, not even paying attention to where you're going? So, how'd you get here?"
"I… thought of you…" I muttered, tears coming to my eyes as I struggled to keep control.
"Interesting," he merely said. I looked up. I wondered if he was actually planning to come back.
Just then, these men came down the street on motorcycles. They weren't your average biker dudes, either. They had strange sunglasses –almost goggles- over their eyes and their faces were clean-shaven. Blood red scarves flew behind them from around their necks, and I swear! They all had guns under their leather jackets! My dad muttered some swear word that I can't repeat here and grabbed my arm and started running down the street. I followed him a breakneck speed, hearing the motorcycle engines behind us.
My dad ran down an alley and I staggered to a halt so I wouldn't miss it. We ran into an old warehouse with an uncountable number of crates covered in dust. "Who are they?" I gasped as we rested.
"They want our powers," was his one explanation. I stared at him.
"To destroy the world?" I asked my voice rising. He blinked.
"No! Why would you say that? If there's no world, then how will they live? Stupid…" He frowned, then looked at me weirdly. "No… smart! You're extremely smart! You found out how to teleport! Amazing! You didn't even have to spend 10 years of your life hearing with my dad hearing, 'Hal, Focus on me thirty years ago!' or 'Hal! Why aren't you making those noodles?' Hal this, Hal that! You're so much stronger than your grandfather…" He walked back and forth while switching into his mode of excitement. "I don't even know why he thinks he's better looking thirty years ago," he continues. I sighed while he absorbed all of his discoveries.
Suddenly, a huge bang came from the front of the warehouse and two motor guys came in through the knocked over door. My dad got in front of me. "You can't get what you want, so leave!" The leader smiled and took his goggles off. His pale blue eyes sent a shiver down my back, just as his voice did when he replied, "That's your son?" He took out a gun and pointed at my father. The smile he gave us as he prepared to fire made me freeze in terror and just stare. I thought of the house, my beloved home, and expected never to see it or my mother, grandfather or Nira again. I opened my eyes when the gun didn't go off. I frowned and found my dad and myself in my room.
"You did it! You teleported!" he yelled pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "I must go to my father and tell him that my son is more accomplished than his and-"
"Dad? Uh… I'm sorry we couldn't save the world." I bowed my head. Again, I couldn't prove anything to him. I failed in showing him that I could do anything, just like him. My dad frowned and then he started laughing. I looked up in alarm.
"I'm sorry! It's just… I told your mother I was going to save the world, so she wouldn't realize that I left our old photo book she was looking for at our old collage! I was just getting that!" He could barely speak let alone walk out of my room, because he was laughing so much.

So. I didn't save the world. The world didn't need to be saved. I only failed in realizing that, even though I had my heart set on saving the world, even though I knew I could do it, my dad… likes to joke a lot. Maybe next time…