Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Something to be said

Has life ever just disagreed with you? Made you feel like you can't control a single aspect of your life? No?

Well, that's what happened to me after only five years of living in Center City. It's a funny thing, you know, feeling as if you're just a bystander when you're supposed to be the one pulling the strings. 

You see, Center City had the highest crime rates in the country. It was, quite honestly, a hell trying to live normally there. The constant threat of muggers, robbers, murderers, gangs and you-name-it, didn't exactly make it the nicest of places to live in. 

But the worst part was undoubtedly the supers. Villains, heroes, antiheroes and vigilantes, you name it. I can count up at least twenty of each category that has done something that ruined my life. Be it sabotaging my regular bus route, shutting off the internet for a week or accidentally causing the cancelling of school for a month – which the Education Board compensated for by taking a month off of our summer holidays. I can't remember a single time when there hasn't been some kind of struggle between "good" and "evil."

For the most part, though, the supers kept away from my school. Until that day when everything changed. That day when even I, who'd sworn to hate everything super, was caught up in the chaos of Center city.

My name is Jamie MacMillan. I have no tragic backstory to share with you, no noble goal or some slightly mad version of justice to hang on to. I'm just a girl who wanted an ordinary life – and got everything I specifically didn't ask for. 

So let me tell you how I became I superhero.