As a child, I always dreamed of having a superpower. I imagined I could fly all the way to London and wave down at the Queen as she praised me for being so special. I pretended I could shoot lightening bolts out of my eyes, or manipulate a person to give me all of the candy I desired. I even once wished I could turn into a frog so I could use my super strong tongue to save all of mankind from a super villain I'd made up called Mr. Badger.
Throughout my youth, I had lived thinking that having any kind of superhuman power would be the best thing ever, but after finally gaining one for myself, I've come to realize that having a superpower isn't all it's cracked to be.
If anything, all it's done is cause me grief.
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Battling Time
Teen FictionUntil Jayce was ten years old, he had an average life in Caldicot, England. Lovable parents, an annoying sibling, and a small house to call home. He went to school, did his homework, obeyed his parents and their rules to the extent a child would, an...
