That night, you had gone to party in hopes of showing off your newest mini skirt and getting drunk. Instead, you fell into a hole and sort of developed powers. You don’t know. You suck at using them, really.

You’re still learning to levitate Lego while they fly themselves through the clouds. It’s not, fair. Matt and Steve poke fun at you all the time. Andrew tries to be nicer, but it feels pitying. They’re all so much stronger than you and they’re always flaunting it.

You’re jealous.