Am I a superhero? I guess so but I’ve never liked that label. I just have ‘skills’. You can type 200 words a minute and I can fly. No big deal.
I first noticed I was different in pre-school. A boy named Chris called me a freak and, when I pushed him, I accidentally penetrated a time field and sent him to 1460. I heard he discovered America though so that’s good.
From childhood, I’ve developed new ‘skills’ week-in week-out. Telepathy helped me ace exams, teleportation helped me woo ladies, and superhuman strength helped me survive high school. They weren’t all great though. Breathing fire for a week was odd and, in anger, I once punched a hole in the moon and caused a tsunami in Asia.
I’m not moaning but I just wish I had one superhero power instead of ALL of them. Life would be so much easier.