Outburst
The ride home in that day was quiet, Layla and Zach were worried about me when they first saw me after the incident, but then I told them what Nurse Spex had told me and they said nothing more. Layla grabbed my arm until the bus and in the ride home and Zach simply said "Sorry man". During the rest of the day the news travelled all across campus and I saw Lash and Speed giving me some amused looks. I heard the whispers but I didn't cared. Ron Wilson gave me a looked that only I knew what it meant, it was a look of someone that knew what I was going through.
Finally I was home, but maybe the worst was yet to come. I opened the door and gave a step inside. When I closed it, I heard it.
– Son. Come here. The dinner is almost ready. – My mom called.
– How was school today, son? – My dad asked enthusiastically, turning evident the underlying question behind his words.
– School was great. – I relied in a sarcastic comment.
– What happened? – My mom asked, worried.
– Nothing happened and that is the problem. I am still powerless. I may forever be powerless. – I said.
– Don't say that, son, we are the Strongholds, the greatest superhero team the world as ever seen.
In that moment, I finally outburst.
– It is amazing, isn't it? Everything is always about you. Don't you ever think that maybe I don't want to be a superhero. Or that I am hurt with the possibility of never having superpowers, to be a mere shadow in a greater world? To know about all of this but have to live a normal and ordinary live!
Then I ran to my room.
– I don't know why so much drama, his powers will come eventually. All we need is patience. – Will's dad said.
– Sometimes you are just so clueless. – Mrs. Stronghold said, upon her husband confused look. – Go upstairs and talk to him. – She ordered.
– Okay. – He said, sighing.
In my room, lying in my bed I heard someone knocking at my door.
– Go away. – I shouted.
But whoever it was came in anyway.
– Son – my father started – I don't know what you are going through, I could lift a wardrobe at the age of eight. Your mother flied when she was a mere baby. So maybe, you are right. But an old man can have hope, can't he?
I sighed.
– Yes dad. But I have to know you will be there to support me no matter what. – I replied.
– Of course I will son. You can always go to real estate. – My dad adds, with a smile dancing around his lips.
We both laughed, and so we decided to let the semester pass and see what happened. If I still was powerless by then, I would be transferred to an ordinary college. To real estate, we happily joked, but everyone one of us knowing that maybe it was the most likely outcome.