Program: Superhuman *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1: Mr. Vale's Son

Okay, okay, so I know I already have a lot of stories on Wattpad, and I'm currently in the middle of two, but I have an extreme love for superheroes and, well, just wanted to write a story about one. So this is Program: Superhuman. I hope you like the first chapter. If you have any questions, just message me!

I also dedicated this chapter to the lovely @aschwedy4. She's a good friend of mine and super awesome. Thanks for being there for me! :)

~RobynAster

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August 31,

I officially hate my life. So far, this move has been one of the worst. Mom says it'll take a few days to settle in, like it always does, but I feel like I'll never get over leaving Nebraska. I miss Karen and Alex, and the church there. I miss our small apartment building, and the sweet, old landlady that kept it.

Boxes still cover my whole room, full of the little trinkets I've collected in my life. I don't even see the point of unpacking. We'll just pack it up again and move to another state soon, so why bother? I just wish we could actually stay here for a while... even a year would be better than nothing. And if we did move, why couldn't we just go back to Nebraska? I want to have a normal teenage-hood! My childhood was already ruined; I deserve to have something better now, don't I?

I've never told anyone this before... not even you, Clark. But when I was little, I dreamt of being a fairytale princess, living in a fairytale castle, living a fairytale life with my fairytale prince. I can't believe I was so easily tricked as a kid. What was I thinking? Fairytales don't exist in real life. I only realized that, though, as I grew older. The perfect vision I held for myself and my life slowly faded away. It got replaced with wearing just the right amount of makeup so people didn't think I was weird; how many calories I took in each day; what my ideal boyfriend was and how I was going to get him. The classic teenage girl insecurities.

But normal girls have people to help them with their insecurities. Even if they don't see it, their friends and family are there. But I don't have anyone. Mom wouldn't understand. Arden... is a guy. And, for two, he's my brother, so why would I even want to tell him? I don't have any friends. At least not here.

And Dad... man, I miss him.

Would things be different if he was here? Mom would definitely not be as busy, and Arden would have a male figure to look up to. I can just picture him going on fishing trips with our father, returning with a pile of fat, juicy salmon. Dad would have been able to teach me how to ride horses on my own, instead of always having him riding behind or leading me on the ground.

Gosh, I don't even know why I'm writing this. I just... why can't I be like normal girls? Why can't I have their lives? Why do they get to have their amazing, perfect families when all they do is take them for granted? It's so unfair! God... God, why do I have this life?

Right, sorry. I can't question You. You're the Almighty, the One up in Heaven, the One who can do whatever He wants and I'm... I'm just a little nobody who isn't allowed to complain or do anything out of line. I can't say what I really feel. I can't say that I'm in pain every single day of my life. All I'll get is orders.

"Willow, God gave you this life! Be thankful!"

"Willow, don't question the Lord; it's Him who put you on this Earth. You could at least give Him a little credit."

"Stop complaining. God doesn't want you to."

... but what else can I do? I have no friends; I don't fit in anywhere. I feel so, so alone. Why... why can't I just... for once... one single day... have something good done to me? A day without tears or a reason to complain? One where... where I actually have a life! And friends I know I won't lose.