Family. Classification: "Normal"

Family. Classification: "Normal"

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Last published Wed, Jul 4, 2018

cheesyromance family romance struggles superhero

My family is just like any other family, except not really. We have our working dad who does everything for our family, a two year old girl who constantly needs to be taken care of, a six year old boy who has just started first grade, a 13 year old girl who has social anxiety, a 15 year old boy who need help flirting with girls, and then there is me and my twin sister. We are starting our senior year this year. I help run the family, she pretends like she doesn't know any of us in public. It's how we roll. Oh and there is one more important thing you should know about is: we all have superpowers. So we're just like any other normal family, right? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All families have their secrets, except most family secrets don't include a 13 year old that can control things with her mind, a speeding 15 year old, and two 18 year old twins, one with transportation powers and one with telekinesis, and also two kids eagerly awaiting the arrival of their powers. The only thing "normal" about this family is their dad, who has no powers. And of course, all families have their own drama. When twin Kate brings home her on again off again boyfriend, Parker, for the first time, things around the Smith household become more intense, especially between twin sisters Kate and Olivia. Who thought having 4 super teenagers and two children under one roof couldn't get more intense?

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