What the gods fear

Before you find the match

I, Anamelia Corraine, am nothing but average. I had realised this a couple days ago.

I was sitting at the table with my two older brothers eating dinner. It was pasta, with jar made sauce. It was the third time that week we were having it. It wasn't that we were poor or anything, it's just none of us new how to cook much else. It wasn't a horrible meal, but it wasn't exactly a favourite. It was completely and utterly average.

My family isn't that exciting either I had my two older brothers, one 17 (August)and the other 20(Salem). We lived with our dad, who worked at some big company that sold bags. Our parents were divorced, it wasn't over anything dramatic like our dad being a drunk or there being an affair, they just didn't get along that well anymore. It wasn't like they were fighting all the time either, they just grew apart. So yet again pretty average.

I found myself looking in the mirror after dinner, I wasn't attractive but I wasn't ugly either. I have brown skin and curly black hair that falls just below my shoulders, dark brown eyes that didn't glow up in the sun like all the stupid Instagram posts I've read. I have some acne but not enough to really complain and my nose is a bit bigger than I'd like but I hear everyone complain about that. So yet again an average.

I was beginning to get annoyed by all the averageness about me. If I was a super hero I'd be super average! I laughed at my own dumb joke, damn even my laugh is average. Everything about me was average, my weight, my height, my grades, my room, my body shape, my house, my bra size, god even my favourite kinds of food. I kicked the floor getting annoyed. There has to be fucking something.

This filled me with a burning desire, I needed to find something that I wasn't just average at. I had to!