So you might think being a superhero is easy. It is, most of the time, I guess. Being a sister definitely isn't. If only I could have been born with a series of powers for controlling little brothers. Lately, my 5-year-old brother, Jonni, has been obsessed with what my mom, Raven, does at her missions. This is how every morning is when mom's away:::
"Jonni! Get over here!" I'd yell, chasing him in circles around the table. "Noooo! Rachey, I wanna go to mission with mommy!" " No! It's ''mommy's' job, Jonni! Come here! Could you at least get dressed?"
"Nooooo! Mommy!" he'd wail, and throw his breakfast at me, milk, Lucky Charms, and all.
How it is when mom's here:::
"Mommy! What did you do today? Did you beat up any bad guys? Can I see their guts? Did you save them? I wanna see a heart! Or even, a BRAIN!" Then he'd run to my mom and squeeze the guts out of her.
Please don't call me Rachey. The name's Rachel. That is so not my name. I even look like a Rachel. I have shoulder-length dark purple hair, and purple eyes. Well, usually. See, I'm a metamorphagus, meaning I can change me appearance at will. I'm a special kind. My eyes, the jewel on my forehead, and my hair turn the color of my feelings. Say, if I'm really pissed, my hair and everything would turn a flaming red. Oh, and usually things around me burst into flames. I have the nickname 'mood-amorphagus from my dad, Gar, in his teen years Beast Boy. You can always expect something like that from him. I can also perform magic like my mom, and shapeshift like my dad, into anything I want, any color. I have another brother. He's 20 and a twin of my dad. He's off most of the time fighting serious crime, worldwide, with the Titans. I'm 16, now. I'm a member of Teen Titans, generation II!