Superheroes Aren’t Named Molly

For six years, I’ve played the part of the perfect, fragile target. I let the bullies win, hiding the terrifying reality of what I can actually do. If anyone ever found out what my power did, how it hurt my mother, I wouldn't just be an outcast, I'd be a target. But hiding is no longer an option. A gunman has locked down our high school, turning the hallways into a hunting ground. My best friend is trapped in the crosshairs. My only ally is the very bully who torments me every day. I have the raw power to tear this threat apart and save everyone, but once they see what I really am, how do I ever go back to being ordinary?