[ WP ] A person 's eye colour correlates to what superpower they have , activated at age 18 . You are the first person to be born with totally black eyes .

Born with blue eyes? Well, that means you have the power of invisibility. Go anywhere you want, hide from those you don ’ t want to see you, well you get the idea. 
 
 Those born with brown eyes can fly. It definitely makes getting around a lot easier for them, but they can ’ t go invisible like the blues. 
 
 Green eyes, although a bit on the rare side grants the holder with super strength and super speed. These are the ones I have been told to look out for. 
 
 Then there was me. I am the only known person in the world to have been born with black eyes. Countless years of people staring, media attention, scientific studies, and no one knew what it meant, but we were about to find out. 
 
 The powers reveal themselves on a person ’ s eighteenth birthday. For me, that was less than three minutes away. Normal kids would have parties and be around family and friends. I on the other hand am sat with many military members, a few doctors, a large audience and a couple of cameras all looking at me. 
 
 Right now, I am the most famous person on this planet. I don ’ t want to be, and I ’ m hoping nothing comes of it when the clock strikes midnight, but this is new stomping ground for everybody. 
 
 My family we ’ re amongst the crowd. I could see my dad back there with his party hat on. Always a character. 
 
 “ Five seconds remaining, ” a doctor beside me said. 
 
 I didn ’ t feel any different. 
 
 “ Three, ” he continued. “ Two, one, midnight. ” 
 
 Right as the clock struck midnight I began to float. I could fly? Maybe my eyes were brown after all. 
 
 “ Where did she go? ” One of the doctors asked, puzzled. 
 
 I ’ m invisible too? And this noise, what is all this noise. I think it ’ s their thoughts. I can hear heart beats and minds. I can see farther that I ’ ve ever seen before. 
 
 “ Chloe? Are you there? ” My dad asks in a room full of crowded people. 
 
 I focus on bringing myself back to the room. I land in a corner behind the onlookers with a huge bang. Maybe I ’ ve got to get used to this stuff. I shake my head a little and hear my father scream out. 
 Did I look funny? Had my appearance changed? Then as I stood up, I realized the problem. In the fall I had impaled myself upon a light fixture. Weird, I didn ’ t feel it at all. 
 
 I grabbed a chunk of glass currently wedged in my arm and removed it, blood dripping everywhere. The wound it left behind healed right up. I looked up at the room full of people and took a deep breath… 
 
 My life is never going to be normal again.
