I want to be a HERO

chapter 2

"Shit Jasmin mom shit!"

I stared at my hand with disbelieve. My mom ran into my room like a madman." Jamie what ha-" She retched. "What this godawful smell."

Jasmin walked behind her. " It was freaking Jasmin! She shitted in my room! It's even on the walls!" I pointed to the wall. A beautiful purple wall. Whit a brown stains.

I just painted it last week....

" Mom! I thought you would walk her out!"

" Well, I fell asleep." She answered. I looked at her with disbelieve.

I gave Jasmin my fuck-off look. She didn't get it. She just wagged her tail happily.

But my mom got the hint. She grapped Jasmin by her collar and ran off outside. Two minutes later I heared the door shut.

Home alone. For the next five houres. My mom knew me well. When I'm mad. Don't even dear to look at me.

I sighed and stood up. I headed to the bathroom, not dearing to look at my hand.

I tried every soap and shampoo I had and even after I cleaned my hand, I still could feel Jasmins shit on my hand.

When I walked back into my room, I grapped all my intact stuff and put it in the living room. I couldn't believe it, almost all of my stuf have sufferd the same fate. Whell atleast my phone and clothes have saved it. But not my favorite books and pictures from when I was younger.

O jasmin. Just you wait. 

With some Nik Cooper music I started cleaning. I turned the tv on and turned down the volume. I started cleaning my bed. Grabbing some new fitted sheets and I threw without thinking my favorite pillow in the trash. I justed didn't like the idea sleeping on a shitted pillow. Even when it was washed with a pressure washer.

I groaned when I lifted my blanket, a smell of odor hitted my face and blinded me for a couple seconds. 

''You know, if they told me to choose a power.'' I thought out lood. ''I would just choose to go back in time. Or breath fire. Yeah, breathing fire so I can burn my shitty room down.'' 

''But you don't have one.'' I turned around and saw my brother smirking. My brother was completely the opposite of me. We were both tall, but that's it. He had dark brown hair, and I black. Which made my white skin stand out. I also had blue eyes. They were almost white. And my brother had brown once with green dots. And he was well-build and tanned, me not. I wasn't fat but a bit chubby. His power was to bend any kind of metal. It was really cool. 

''It's okay. I don't mind.'' Actually, I still believed I had some hidden power. Which I know I didn't. But I didn't want to loose hope. I didn't care what kind of power I had hidden. Even if it was changing mud into coffee or talking to cows. But I tried them once. Actually a couple of times. The heck, the last time was two weeks ago. I didn't have that kind of power. I was pretty sure of that. But I still try.

Maybe my power is talking to hippo's........

I made a mental note to go to the zoo.

''Whatcha thinking about?'' Ma bro asked. ''Thinking about going to the zoo.'' I said.

My brother looked at me like I told him I had four vaginas. Believe me, I only have one.

At least that is what I like to believe. Just think about it. A girl has four vaginas. And she has sex. Would her virginity taken by 25℅?

Why am I even thinking about it!? It's weird.

"Yo Rob. Ya still comin'?"

My brother Rob turned around too fase his friend, Jacob.

Jacob was the guy with brown eyes and brown hair and was also well-build and bladibladibla....

"Yo James."

I groaned loudly. "It's freakin' Jamie!"

He shrugged. "The same."

No it's freaking not. Fuck you.

"Aha.." Jacob looked at me with a small smile. "Am standing right here James. If ya want ta fack meh am right here waitin' far ya."

I hated the way he talked. And yes if your asking why he knew what I was thinking,  he can read minds. Give yourself an applause.

I felt like lady gaga.

"So, I heard from ma that Jasmin used her anus too much?" Robs eyes narrowed and my mouth dropped a bit. "Thit she say it like that?"

Rob shrugged. "So it's a yes."

Rob turned around to face Jacob. "Where done here. Let's go~w."

"Ba James. Ba-bay."

I didn't bother to answer back. When I was done with cleaning and showering I went to the living room. 

I turned the tv on and watched some news. That was the most stupid thing I ever did. 

It was the news. Not just some news. It was about the superhero exame.  

''......And finaly, the day after tomorow the superhero exame will start. And all middle and high school students will take the exame. 

But I wont.

I bit on my lip. Okay Jamie, it's time to face the truth. YOU DON'T HAVE SUPERPOWER. SO IT'S NORMAL TO NOT TAKE THE EXAME. 

Tears started form in my eyes. It was just hard to except. Everybody had a power. And I just didn't. Of course it was hard for me. For almost 18 years (I'm 17 btw) I tried to figger out if I had a power. And for almost 18 years it didn't show up. 

Well This was life, unfair. 

"And here you see , students learning for there exame.'' Right now the tv crew was in a library showing students whom are learning. Learning about the hero history. It was as easy as taking a dump. You even saw some students showing of their power. Like breathing fire or flying throught the air like a feather. Some even shifted into an animal. If I at least could choose a power. I wouldn't care which one. Even if it was shifting into a pencil.

Tomorow we had school. And the day after we were free because the hero exame was on that day. I stared ahead of me. And thought about nothing. I blocked all the thoughts that wanted to pop up. I was in concentration mode. I if I wanted I could stay like this for hours. Even days but my love for food made it impossible for me.

Suddenly I heard a loud crash. I was startled foe a second but I quickly took action. I took my pink Hello Kitty baseball bat and stood in a battle position. Now I could kill some criminals. But what if they had the power that they could change in som ekind of dragon?

I swallowed, what will I do? For a second I was going to run away but then I pulled myself up together. I was the batsman (don't know how you say it) In middle school. I could kill a criminal or two. But not more. 

I slowly walked towards my room. With one hand placed on the door and the other holding my bat tight, I opened the door and jumped inside and was about to hit a person. But I stopped in mid-air. Yes, stopped and was about to kill someone. That isn't what made me stop. No I wasen't scared. But what made stop was who the person was. 

It was me.