Was it even possible to be a normal teenager?

Franklin struggled to even solve the question when he’s had his powers since his younger years.

It wasn’t like he had some more manageable mutant power. No, he had to have reality warping, leveling universes type of power. It made it hard to make friends when they find out what he can do. Who his parents were, which wasn’t hard to figure out once they hear his last name.

Franklin sits on his bed on the 15th floor of the Baxter Building as he leans his head back onto the headboard with a groan. His laptop lazily sitting on his lap.

Even with his powers, he still had to succumb to measly school work.