Jay's POV

I slam the door really hard to let my parents know that I'm angry. High school SUCKS!
I've been ridiculed, made fun of, even shoved; but this! This crosses the line.
I pull the hood of my jacket over my face as I hear my door receive a knock.
For flip sake, I'm 16 not a baby!
"Come in" I say flatly, and watch as Uncle Logan steps in.
I let out a sigh of relief as I see him, because unlike the others, me and him get on really well.
"Let me see it" He says as he sits me down at my desk.
I pull my hood slightly more over my face and give him a blank answer.
"See what?" I ask.
"Don't play games, come on just show me"

Reluctantly I remove the hood from my face to reveal what Logan is talking about; the bruise covering my left eye and part of my cheek.
This kid at school doesn't like me for a few reasons.
Number one: I'm a freak. Or as I like to call it, an emo. I love dark colours and hiding behind a cold exterior. It's how I survive, or pathetically exist at school.

Number two: I love to sing, just not in front of people. One time this girl got a video of me singing and posted it on instagram. Luckily it only got 10 views but it could have been worse.

"Jay!" Yelled Logan, and I snapped out of my daydream.
"Oh uh- sorry Uncle Logan" I stammer, ""I-i just-"
"I understand, Jay" says Logan, "people used to pick on me too, but I knew that the people who really cared about me are the ones that really matter"
"But I'm a freak!" I yell
It's weird seeing Uncle Logan show emotions so easily but he's right. I shouldn't neglect the people that really matter to me.
Logan pulls me into a hug and draws circles on my back with his fingertips.
"Just because you don't have powers doesn't make you a freak"
Oh yeah, and reason number three for people hating me:
I don't have a superpower.
My parents have the most spectacular superpowers in history,
And I'm their emo, powerless son.
Or in other words, a failure.
The best I can do is pray for a miracle.
For now...