A hero is measured by the size of their heart

I have so much hurt inside of me (friend make sense of me)

Here is yet another fic that was dug out from my writing drawer and rewritten! I have some ideas on what the next chapters will be, but this is low intrest thing for me so the real question is not if but when.

Personally, I was an angry child. So, I channelled that, and thus present to you; an angry child. I also used commas before/after the word and, which was fun.

Enjoy!

tw// discrimination, bullying, mentioned heart attack, something akin to the blending of a scarlet letter and an ID wristband.

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In the world, there were two kinds of people. First, the Extraordinary, also known as the Superpowered. Another less grandiose term for these people were Powered Individuals.

Kara hated all those terms with a fiery passion, but saying anything less would be considered rude. Personally, she thought that the so-called Extraordinary had extraordinarily big heads.

Then there were the other group. The less common group. The Unextraordinary. Also known as the Nonpowered, or simply as the Powerless.

No surprise, the superpowered didn't think very highly of the non-powered. That's kind of what happens when ninety percent of the population was made up of one group who, though she loathed to admit it, had the biological advantage.

She herself may or may not be non-powered. How she identified changes heavily throughout the years.

As a young child, she understood none of this. What she understood was that the big kid down the street could make things float, and that the mailman's hair glowed, and these things were normal. And that her mom didn't have anything.

People always gave her mom and the blue bracelet on her wrist bad looks. Despite this, her mom never hid or took the bracelet off.

Her mom never cried, either. Kara cried sometimes. But her mom never did, even when people acted really mean. For this reason, she thought that her mom was the bravest and most special mom in the world.

Unfortunately, nobody else seemed to agree. Because her mom was not Extraordinary; fire did not shoot from her fingers at command and her eyes did not change with the weather, and in this world that made her worthless.

You are worthless, weak, and lesser. To these Extraordinary and extraordinarily stupid people, people without powers were something to be pitied. Plain and simple.

No matter how vehemently Kara disagreed, her mom was not normal. And there was no hiding it, either, not when everybody seemed to know.

Kara hated it. Just like she would grow to hate the sight of that bracelet.

Her solution to this as a toddler was to throw massive tantrums. From the very beginning she was a child with sharp edges and sharp teeth, prone to lashing out at those who upset her.

People saying bad things about her mom made her incredibly upset. In the kind of world which she lived, that meant she was upset far too often. So, she was violent, she bit and shoved and punched people to make them stop.

This hardly worked. Even with all the power of a righteous child defending her mom, she was still just an angry little three-year-old.

And her mom always looked so sad when Kara returned home with slips of paper or after phone calls from the kindergarten teacher.

With violence off the table for a number of reasons, she decided to try other things. In addition to having many sharp teeth, a big mouth came with big lungs.