The only thing certain about the future is its uncertainty.

I looked at the mirror and took a deep breath. The girl I saw in the mirror was scared to no boundaries. Her  eyes were weary and her black curly hair was an absolute mess. Her already terrible skin looked even more terrible and for a moment I wondered if my super ability was related to my skin. She licked her dry lips as she looked at herself from tip to toe. The only feature that reminded her of her identity was her custom made Pyjama.

I stared at the image of my eyes and nodded. "Nairobi, you are the daughter of the most celebrated superhero couple...you are going to have the super ability of the century," I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to convince myself that my words were true but the 'insecure yet true to an undesirably large extend' part of my mind kept pricking me, making my deep breathes shallower than usual. His images flashed through my mind. Some of them were his happy faces before his sixteenth birthday and some of them were his hopeful face during the time period between his sixteenth and seventeenth birthday. Most of them were his depressed faces after his seventeenth birthday.

Narok is also their child but he is powerless, you could be too.

" No!" Opening my eyes, I shouted. Before I could console myself my eyes teared up. I did not exactly know the reason behind my tears.I was not sure whether it was because I had a chance of being just a normie or because of the broken relation I had with my brother, Narok.

I ran my eyes over the blue coloured ceiling and walls. I tried to concentrate on the positive quotes on my walls but my brother's sad face had far more power than the quotes by positive gurus.

The best way to keep one's mind away from what one wants to be away from is by being busy. I tried to get back to what I was doing. Pulling the lap top closer to me, I sat more comfortably on my bed. I kept the lap top on my lap and tried to concentrate but the words and the screen became a blur in just a few seconds.

The 'self super ability test steps' given by wikihow was overwhelming me at that moment . I had to take a break. I kept the lap top aside and let my body fall peacefully on the heap of clothes that was on my bed. I could feel the tears rolling sideways as I closed my eyes.

I wouldn't have been even half worried if my brother had to shrink his world just because he lacked a super ability.

My Parents the Rigarez couple, better known as Dead and Jam, were the most celebrated super hero couple. How could they have not when they had received 'The flames award for the best couple' consecutively for nine years. They were both talented and successful and that was exactly what doomed my brother's life.

When they received the award consecutively for the seventh time, they revealed their real identities. It was also the year in which my Narok was going to celebrate his 16th birthday. My parents wanted his birthday as well as power revelation ceremony to be as grand as possible and they revealed their real identity only so that they could invite many prominent superheroes from all over the world.

Even Hardhead, the best hero of the century, came for his sixteenth birth day and the party was just marvellous. My brother was a little disappointed when he could not realize his super power on his 16th birthday. He wanted to celebrate his revelation ceremony before his sixteenth birthday like his best friend Jeremy but god had very different plans for my brother. He wasn't like his friends, neither in possessing a superpower nor in being a heterosexual.

My parents were actually happy that they did not have to hold both the events on the same day. They felt enthusiastic about being the hosts of another big party that media and people would celebrate for months. They were not worried because both of them were late bloomers and they just thought that he was going to be too.

An year passed and there was no sign of super ability. On his 17th birthday, The Grand Council of Super Heroes validated his lack of super ability . They conducted a genetic test to check if he was in his incubation period and the result was negative. He did not have super strains in his chromosomes.

It was not the first time that a superhero couple had a normie kid, but that phenomenon was rare.

The gossipers and news channels were simply delighted by the news. It created an even greater buzz than his birthday party but I don't think my parents were happy by being the centre of attention due to such a 'shameful' reason.

My brother  conquered the gossip columns once again in just a few months when many photos of my brother kissing and talking with a boy went viral. Many people looked upon it while many others looked down. I was just confused among the chaos.

My parents always spoke for feminist as well as gay rights. They spoke thousands of words in pride events but they never spoke a word for my brother, parts of interviews were cut with thousands of dollars and many questions were avoided with my father's flamy iris technique.

A little by little, I started losing my brother and on my parent's 18th anniversary, I lost my Narok.

I was brought out of my train of thoughts by a phone call. It was Sam and I had a runny nose then.

I repeat : SAM WAS CALLING ME EXACTLY WHEN I WAS AN EMOTIONAL WRECK.

I ran to the wash-room and washed my face as fast as I could, I couldn't help but wonder if my super ability was super speed.

I sped to my bed with shivering hands, wobbly knees and of course a stupid smile that crept on to my face whenever I got a chance to speak to him. I simply could not help but act like a totally different person in his presence. We had been classmates for three years but I never had the courage to start the conversation. However, I think, I always managed to end the conversation with some stupid action that must have scared him off.

The phone had stopped ringing by the time I reached it. I took the deepest breath of my life.

Nairobi, you are brave and beautiful. You are a girl that many boys wish to have as a girlfriend. He is just Sam Davidson. Just Sam Davidson. The only qualities he posses are his straight A grades, well built body, awesome dance moves, blue eyes... those dreamy blue eyes, heart melting smile with dimples as heavenly bonus, mannered talks, smooth hair through which I wish to run my hands ...FOCUS NAIROBI, FOCUS!!!... You can do this.

Before I would start comparing myself to him , I dialled his number. Each ring made my heart beat faster and faster. Calling Sam was way harder than trying to figure out my super power on my own. I started picking on my lips and my lips would have been a bleeding mess if he hadn't attended the call then.

'Hello,' Oh! that sweet voice of his.

"Mmm...Hello!" Oh! that terrible voice of mine...I wanted to sound cool but I don't think my mission was accomplished.

"Oh, is this Nairobi Rigarez?"

My love, why the usage of second name. You keep widening the width of that stream of lava between us as I try to build a bridge across.

"Yeah, whats up dude?" I thought using 'dude' in conversation would be cool.

"Oh well, Miss Ella asked me to remind you and a few others that you guys haven't submitted the science project yet and the last date was on February 8th. It's been two weeks and she wants you to submit it tomorrow itself"

"Oh!" I giggled (well at least it was a giggle according to me, "You could have simply said it to me from school..."

Sam was also the class leader which made him aware of all the projects I never submitted and all the subjects that I might fail. I was one of the danger zoned students, every year.

"Well, I could not find you in the class or library after lunch break so..."

I shouldn't have listened to Shreya and bunked the class...

"I was working on the science project, I was in the corner of our ...erm...basket ball grou-"

"You were with Shreya Singh in the McDonald's near our school and Shreya posted a pic of you both on facebook with her digital watch clearly visible,"

BUSTED!

"Sam,I..erm..I can expla-"

"No you don't have to explain it to me, I have already reported your misdeed to Mr Godwin,"

"Well, the thing is..."

"I have to inform a few more students about Miss Ella's warning so..."

"Ok, bye , see you tomorrow"

"Bye,"

I simply let myself fall on the bed...again. Life seemed so unfair, regardless of the angle I chose to take as a view point. That was how my life was... parents who were busy to make sure that they got The Flames Award for the best couple, a brother who was going further away by each second, a disastrous love life and a power that wasn't ready to reveal itself the easy way.

I took the laptop again and scrolled down the article 'Self Super Ability Tests'. I had checked all the tests from' imagine having a power' to 'meditation' . None of the tests helped me find my super ability but I was not yet hopeless and that was because of the last sentence in the article. It said that 'Hope and self love are the keys to finding anything special inside you'

I am pretty sure that the reason for millions of views for the article was because of it's writer.

The article was written by Meraki, a villainess who was named as the most dangerous villainessof all time. Being able to make any power used against her with just one command to herself, she was a nightmare to the Super Hero World. Her exact super abilities could not be identified by any coaches which made it certain that she never took guidance from any coach.

There was a strict law keeping the identities of the clients a secret. However, the laws could be broken in case of villains. In most of the cases, it were the coaches who identified the real identity of the villain as well as revealed his/her weaknesses. The coaches were given civilian awards for such deeds. There was a chance for the coach to have been bribed by Meraki but it seemed pretty impossible.

There was a chance that she was guided by some villain but not by the great villains anyway because she had attacked all the five most notorious villains and hundreds of other villains in the world. Some people said that it was because she wanted to own their powers. The interesting part is that she was the only villainess with a fan club, though being a member in that club was illegal and one could get life imprisonment for being identified as a member in her fan club. It seemed that many of her fans were hackers who used other's social media accounts to let the world know about their love for her. Her fans justified her actions as what should have been done a long time ago. She was a rebel and so were her fans.

She robbed banks and made cash rains in slum areas. She killed many politicians involved in cases. Rapists, body shamers, terrorist as well as villains and heroes. There were plenty of people like me who could not justify her actions because she killed many innocent people too in the process of 'ensuring justice'. What made her a wanted villainess was the fact that she defied law and that was dangerous.

I was not her fan back then but a lot of things changed since my sixteenth birthday.

I got up from my bed and walked to the balcony. The girl who was going to celebrate her sweet sixteen in less than a day looked at the starry sky, trying to find what the nature wanted to tell her. She sighed when she realized that she was never going to be a philosopher.

She was not gifted in academics. She was an utter failure when it came to arts. Sports seemed to hate her more than she could ever hate it. Her only chance at getting noticed or feeling like a successful person was with her super powers and she was ready to rock with whatever power that was going to be revealed.

I just had one dream, one big dream. A dream that motivated and haunted me since the day I knew that my parents were super heroes, I wanted to become one too.

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