Out of Sight

"Being a superhero, being a superhero..." Mindy mindlessly chanted under her breath as she flipped to the guide she found of 'How to be a Superhero'.

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'Rule #1 of being a superhero: Train daily to prevent the death of others.'

She lazily dug her spoon into the large tub of 'Triple Chocolate' Ice cream, whist drowning it in chocolate sauce, watching futurama on the large T.V in front of her.

'... Maybe we can skip that one...'
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'Rule #2 of being a superhero: Never harm the innocent.'

"Look man I didn't do anything! I swear on my life I just really need your pencil! I'm sorry for stealing it okay?!" Howard squeaked in fear shielding his head in his hands."

Without a second thought she threw a strong punch at his already half broken nose.

'... I won't stop you there, he deserved that...'

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For as long as I, Mindy Ziege, have known I knew I was meant to be an asshole. Whether is was leaving my bag in inconvenient spaces, kicking seats or leaving empty boxes of cereal in the pantry.

I know. I'm a monster.

As a teenage girl in my last year of high school, it's only natural to have problems, but my problems just happen to be a tad less common than for a normal for a kid my age; I just happen to have superpowers, and as an added bonus I get the curse of being practically blind without my large chunky glasses.

Sure, as a superhero you will get fame, glory, money and even the boy you've had a crush on since 5th grade, but is it all worth risking your life, and your glasses everyday?

Yes. Yes it it.

"The real fun has just begun kitty..."