Everyone in my family possess a superpower.
No, no, we aren’t the Incredibles, we are just the most normal family, but everyone had a little special something that they chip in for good use.
For example, my aunt specialized in locating items tossed and lost in the weirdest places, my Dad had a great intuition: he could win any Go Fish! match, and my Mom could fall asleep particularly anywhere, (especially in the middle of the most interesting part of a book).
Even our family pet, Lappa, had a handy quirk: think about food, he’d run up to you, think about shutting him in the entryway for a fitness stay and he'll take off as fast as possible, away from the ill thinking evildoer.
My brother, under inspiration, can figure out your thoughts, annoying anyone.
What about me? Sorry, I am the outlier. And of course, I am the most useless and most boring geek in the family, without any kind of real superpowers.
I have troubles to identify my specialty. Is it photographic memory or speed of reading? But, just memorizing something once you see is not a superpower. So what if I study a couple years ahead of my age group and score very well in tests? Or know the meaning of such words as “corpus delicti” or “quid pro quo”? I desperately wanted to be like the rest of my family.
After a revolting walk outside, I was not only taunted by my absence of a superpower but also by a nagging little brother, gloating over his amazing cartwheels
My knees were covered in scratches after trying to duplicate his stunts. If you know what I mean, my mood was more than woebegone.
I am a basket case, I can’t even jump…..
“..... Cheater, cheater pumpkin eater, you cannot even jump….” My brother danced around the room.
As a matter of fact, he’s right. I’m a true born couch potato. This gloom settled in my head, and I regretted it the next instant.
“Couch potato, couch pooooootat..….”
“STOP THAT WILL YOU?!” I shouted slamming myself onto the floor next to him. “Stop, I’m not a couch potato, look what I can...” What can I do, though? I can’t surprise a 6 year old with the Pythagorean Theorem! Or the theory of relativity!”
A thought, suppressed in my brain for so long, popped out like Jack in a box.
“Listen I….I….. I…. haveasuperpower!” As that massive fib escaped my mouth, I felt so satisfied that for a moment I actually felt empowered with some other worldly glow. The astonished look of my brother's face didn’t need words.
“But, of course, it needs to be activated you know…” I swept the room with a knowledgeable gaze, trying to patch the lie a bit.
“What IS your power?”
I stopped twirling my hair. I can’t escape that one. Just have to admit it and accept the normality of my persona.
“Actually…. Well….. I don’t know. Sorry, I just, well, m..……”
“I know! Know, I know, I know how to figure out your power!”
A wave of relief swept over me, not all was lost. This could be a scene from a movie: The little brother saves the day of big clumsy sister. My mouth twitched.
Seriously, this situation was sort of funny. A good sense of humor, which I was sadly lacking, could be of great help. But the desire “to be” made me want to believe in foolish nonsense!
In the meantime, a little cough sounded from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and nearly doubled over. My brother had dressed himself in his halloween costume of a bearded wizard in a cape.
His little nose was squashed flat against the fastening of the beard, you couldn’t see his mouth at ALL. He looked more like a freaky pouty gnome then a wizard.
“Don’t laugh. I know your power. Just sit down…..” He prodded me with the tip of his costume wand and beckoned towards one of the chairs. I obediently sat, debating if I should laugh or trust him.
“You’re good at running, jumping, spinning and anything fast. Your superpower is called whirlwind. You can run as fast as a tornado!” he mimicked a zooming airplane, tilting from side to side.
True, I could run sort of fast. Was that really my super power?
“Try to run and shout something in the meantime.” I shrugged.
Picking up all my remaining composure not to call him names, I squeezed my eyes shut, burst into a run, and dashed around the room shouting “RAILGUN, CHAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGEEEEEEEE! tripped over my ‘little wizard’ and tangled up in his cloak.
“Too bad, my disguise has been broken….. But that’s your power. Just shout ‘railgun charge’ and anytime you run, you’ll succeed.”
I was on my tippy toes of excitement, forgetting that superpowers are just non existent.
“I’m going to the park to test everything out!” I shouted as my back vanished in the door entrance.
I was feeling high mighty and on top of the world. This was even better than winning at the chess championship, this was something new, and I was finally special.
Look at all these little inferior friends of mine, playing kickball. I should show them my new power, no, I should challenge then to a race, one by one, and watch them be miserably defeated…. I was picturing myself even floating through the air, and winning in three moves of my legs.
“I CHALLENGE YOU ALL, FRIENDS OF MINE, TOO A RACE!” I shouted, my voice seeming to boom all over the park. (At least to me.)
Several of the boys in the group snickered, someone shouted “Oh, yeah?” and I was presented with an opponent. It was a small, weedy boy about my age, who seemed to walk like a slug, dragging his feet over the ground.
I bounced on the balls of my feet, warming up. This turtle? Why, I’ll beat him in three strides…. Just like that!
“We're racing to this rock.” said the chosen impartial judge.
“On your mark, get set….. GO!”
“RAILGUN, CHARGE, CHARGE, CHARRRGEE!” I leapt over rocks, sticks, dust, flew on the ground like a feather and crossed the finish line in moments to….. Laughter.
The ‘Turtle’ was standing there, blinking at me. “Gosh, you’re so slow! Why, she runs like a snail! All that shouting wore her out! Want a rematch?”
My brain seemed to freeze. No, this couldn’t be, I have a power! So that “weedy boy” he had an alternative power, this was not fair, NOT FAIR….
I left the gaggle of my classmates to gloat over their victory and dragged myself home. Curse them, why does everyone seem to have a power, why am so ordinary, why?!
I wrenched the front door open. Past dashed my aunt, with a “Get out of the way, I lost my keychain, and can’t find it…..”
I opened the door to the living room to find my brother and dad grimly playing Go Fish!. None of them guessed right and had both the weirdest assortment of cards I had ever seen.
My mom was brushing past me muttering something about insomnia and “never having enough sleep”, and our dog, for once, was not begging delicious scraps from the kitchen but gloomily staring at me through the glass door of the entry way.
“Oh, you’re so lucky, sister, you have a superpower….” my brother plodded out of the room, the Go Fish! match ending in a draw. I smiled. For once, we were un par de, both plain normal. “Take it easy, brother. You know, this “weedy kid” just beat me in a race…...”