I Got The Power

“You have to do it!” Control yells. “You have to clean up, because you have to!”

They are almost done with lunch in the school cafeteria. Their plates are littered with half-eaten chicken nuggets, soggy fries and cheap bleach white industrial napkins incapable of wiping anything anywhere but around the face.

“Oh, yeah?” says Will. “And who’s gonna make me?”

It is not that he can’t be neat. His juice pouch has been turned into an origami frog and now sits in wait for flies at the edge of the tray.

“I am Control, “ Control says. “You have to do as I say!”

Control’s cheeks get redder and redder. He is a short and stout teapot about to blow.

“Why?” Will asks and leans back in his chair to let the challenge fill up the space between them.

It seems the launch sequence is suspended, while Control ponders the question.

“I dunno, because I say so?” Control asks with a great deal of doubt.

“That’s not a good enough reason for me.” Will says. “You gotta come up with something better.”

Control’s color deepens again. Ignition countdown is back on.

“But that’s how it’s always been!” Says Control, “I have the cap that says Control and everything…”

He pull the black trucker cap with the tall white letters a little further down his head.

“So you think I’m gonna do as you say just because you have a stupid hat?” Will says. “Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen.”

Will gets up and walks away.

“Uuuurgh!” Control exclaims while he bangs his fist into the table and knocks his chair over from standing up. “Come back here! Right now! Come back. COME BACK! Please?”

Power strolls by holding a clean-picked apple core between two fingers.

“Hey Kiddy Bro,” Power says and slaps Control on the back so it makes Control cough. “Whassup?”

“He doesn’t want to do as I say.” says Control, voice thick with frustration and disbelief.

“What are you trying to make him do?” asks Power.

“I dunno…” says Control. “Something…Whatever I say, I guess…”

“Well, that’s not a very good reason, is it?” Power concurs. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”

Power sits down on the floor and crosses his legs in the now empty cafeteria. He closes his eyes and starts to emanate a slight pink-orange glow like a Himalayan salt lamp along with a soft, deep hum.

Will, who is through the open swing doors and nearly at the end of the hallway, stops and turns around as if he can’t help himself.

Power keeps glowing and humming.

Will walks back towards Power and Control.

“Whatya doing?” He asks Power when he is in within earshot.

“I’m exuding,” Power says.

“Exuding what?” Will asks.

“Myself.” Replies Power.

“Oh…” Says Will and thinks for a bit. “I should leave, cuz Control over there was pretty annoying, but it’s like I don’t want to.”

“I know.” Power says, still with his eyes closed.

The three of them go quiet, only Power hums under his breath. After a while Will sits down next to Power and says,

“So what can I do for you? Can I throw away your apple core? Are you more hungry?”

Power looks at Control, who throws his hands up in the air and stomps away.

Suggested Music Pairing: I Got The Power by SNAP!

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