Imagine that you are a "hero" or "heroine" for one day during any time period and under any circumstances. Write a creative essay describing your experience. (Notre Dame)

-          The winter of the 1980s, where Michael Jackson ruled the music world. The youngsters had messy afros and slim, neatly combed hair. The streets were paved with sin. Policemen and the local mafia were allied. The Mafia was a part of numerous international and local dealings. Drugs, weapons, counterfeit currency and everything else that is illegal. There was no one that would go against the Local Mafia. The last one who tried was seen washed along the shores of X city. It seemed like there was no hope, but not until a group of youngsters came by, they were called the ‘Heroics’. A group of four boys and a girl. The Heroics were dressed simply, like everyone did during the time, except for their masks. It glowed as they fight crime. Crime rates have drastically decreased.

-          I was walking along the streets in my mysterious clothes. An over coat, a scarf and a bowling hat that was worn so low that my face was shadowed by it. The over coat shadowed my sides ad my scarf just kept me warm. This winter was cold as any other winter. The breezes were strong and chilling; the trees would produce shadows that seemed like it was alive. I pass numerous clubs, pubs and discos. There wasn’t much trouble that night, but I thought too soon. There was a group of thugs hurdle around a man, beating him and asking for his money. I was about to encounter the mugging and suddenly, a beautiful young girl with excessive wavy hair, jumped down from a building, with her tight clothing wear. Her eyes had an amusing glow from her mask which made her look wicked good. She was a heroic and she was hot.

-          She had cleaned up the mess as quick as it started. I went up to her and greeted her; after all, we are part of the same team. We greeted each other and talked about the luck we had with criminals. There were none for me that night it seemed awfully quiet, and wondered what happened to everyone. When suddenly, one of the mafia leaders had come in with an army of 50 men. We called in back up, although we knew we could take them all by ourselves. In a matter of minutes they came. We ran straight forward with our fists in front of our faces.

-          After an hour, the enemy had been beaten. Houses were destroyed, walls were broken down and blood spilled on the floor. We, Heroics, survived once again. We were the kids with no power but skill; we fight crime and find mysteries. Our identities still unknown and the locals love us. We fight for justice. We are the ‘Heroics’.