Prolouge.
I was born into a family of "hero's" sixteen years ago today. I was born the second child of Susan and Jack Karinsky. My older sister, Annabelle, was six years old at the time. I came as what you might say a "bad time" anyone who was over five at that time remembers the mass villainy that was going on at that time. My mom, the Incredible Shapeshifter, wasn't prepared for child number two. She and my father, Quicksilver, were an amazing crime fighting team, and they worked very well together, but badly apart. My mom didn't have time for maternity and morning sickness. Of course, she didn't really bulge, seeing how no part of her body is really "stable" but she still had pregnancy problems. She told me that I always started kicking at the most inconvenient times. You see, when I would kick half of her body would shake. And because they were dealing with a crime wave, she couldn't take time off.
I think my parents should have taken my difficult pregnancy as a sign of the things to come. I mean, they should have known I wouldn't be the easiest child. But, they didn't and I came along, right on schedule. I was out in 46 minutes. The doctors were amazed, but we all know mom probably shoved me out internally. That is almost gross to think about. So, I came along and was a decent baby. I cried a lot, but what baby doesn't? Mom was a little exhausted, but she managed to keep up. Then, six months to the day after my birth, my mom found out that she was three months pregnant again. Didn't my parents hear of birth control? Obviously not. So, Bruce was born, six months after my first birthday.
I think Bruce was born strong. He came tearing out, almost screaming at the doctors on his exit. He already stole my parents' affection as the "youngest" and so eager to find his powers. I was still there, as was Anna, but I really seemed to disappear. Anna was the oldest, and therefore always had my parents' attention, but I sure didn't. I took the assumable role as invisible middle child. I often wondered if that was my power. Turning invisible to my parents. If it was, I mastered my powers by age two.
I started kindergarten uneventfully, as I did with every other grade. I managed to keep high marks in school, but my parents were to busy helping Annabelle with school or codling Bruce to use more of his powers. By the 8th grade, I had received 67 awards and had 74 ceremonies, none of which my parent attended. Normally, I wouldn't hold that against them, but they somehow managed to attend every ballet recital Anna had since she was four and every single sports event Bruce was in since he started pee-wee soccer at age five.
Bruce first manifested powers at age 7, the earliest record in the family. He threw a bowling ball at my leg so hard my bone actually shattered. Luckily, Grandma Karinsky can heal anything, and no one ever knew my leg shattered besides my family. Anna, followed soon after at age 14. She set my hair on fire when I took her diary and read it. Again, Grandma had Grandpa fly her over at Mach 7 speeds and she was able to cure my scalp and regrow my hair. Unfortunately, there was a strange side-effect that no one could get rid of and it changed my hair from red, like the rest of my family, to a very dark black that shimmered in the sun to look almost silver.
Because of all the recent appearing powers, my parents only assumed my powers would be showing up soon. But the didn't, and they still hadn't by the time I turned sixteen. That's where this story begins. My sixteenth birthday. I'm writing this to you from my cabin at Camp. But…I'm getting ahead of myself. Okay, back to my sixteenth birthday…And what happened there.
Oh yeah, my name is Bryce Karinsky. This is the story of my life…or at least the good parts.