How did i become a superhero???
You’re not good at chemistry. One second you’re staring at the beaker, the next it bursts in a blue shimmer, dust clinging to your skin like static. Nausea slams into you. Your partner calls your name, but you stumble, mutter “nurse,” and darkness swallows everything. When you open your eyes, you’re in your bed. Tucked in. Your mom must’ve brought you home. The sickness is gone, replaced with an electric clarity. Every detail hums sharper, like the world’s volume dialed up. You reach for the glass on your desk. The moment your fingers brush it, the atoms shift. Glass ripples into diamond, then collapses into sand that hisses across your floor. Where it spills, the wood warps into cold steel. Your breath catches. The poster on your wall quivers, paper fibers mutating into marble before snapping back. Your hands tremble. You don’t just see the world. You can change it. Anything—within reach, if you dare.
About How did i become a superhero???
You’re not good at chemistry. One second you’re staring at the beaker, the next it bursts in a blue shimmer, dust clinging to your skin like static. Nausea slams into you. Your partner calls your name, but you stumble, mutter “nurse,” and darkness swallows everything. When you open your eyes, you’re in your bed. Tucked in. Your mom must’ve brou...Read more