I don't remember much about my parents. I remember leaving in a hurry. I remember the look on my parents' face as they kissed me goodbye. My mother had bright red hair, and my father's hair was jet black, like mine. They both had blue eyes and kind smiles. They didn't deserve to die.
I was 13 when I discovered my powers. It wasn't a lab experiment. I didn't get thrown in a volcano, or bitten by a radioactive spider. It just happened. It took a while for me to master my powers, but I got the hang of it. I can now direct electricity to my hands and create bolts of lightning. I'm also stronger, faster, and smarter than most people my age. I'm 16 by the way, and I just want to fit in. I don't deserve these powers.
I live with my grandparents now. They live on a small farm near a little town called Bronston. We changed my name from Lucy Jackson to Elizabeth Jones. Nowadays, most people call me Liz. I changed my name to avoid my past. I lied to my friends to protect them from danger. I lied to my grandparents to protect them from my powers. They don't deserve that.
My name is Lucille Elizabeth Jackson and I just want to fit in.
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Just Another Superhero (slow updates)
Science FictionLucille's entire life is a lie. As far as the government knows, she died in a fire with her family 10 years ago. Since then, she has been living on her grandparent's farm. She goes to school, does her chores, and hangs out with friends. But Lucy, no...
