[ 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 .

*Today's the day. * *Today's the day. * I kept repeating that simple phrase over and over to myself but it still sounded false to myself. I was born about 4 hours under 18 years ago today and I could n't be more petrified. The timing is always exact; on the 18th year of a person's life at the same hour and minute their were born a person received their powers. A fairly simple event for the rest of the population, they all knew what their powers were going to be before their transition. 
 
 There is always a direct correlation between the eyes of the person and their power. Most people went to the doctors to ascertain the exact shade of their eye, which allowed them to find their exact power. Others chose to make it more of a supr-eyes ( I'm really sorry that ruined the pacing but the joke could n't not be made I am truly sorry ). Their was always eighteen distinct powers for each eye colour that followed rough patterns. The eighteen different blue eye shades had powers relating to the mind, like telekinesis or mind reading or speaking many languages. The eighteen different shades of green were powers that dealt with things outside the body like being able to transform objects or being able to see through walls and things along those lines. The eighteen different shades of brown were dealing with strength. Some of these people had super strength or crazy agility or could run faster than any non-green eyed person could ever hope. I, however, fit none of these categories. 
 
 My eyes were black. Not like really really really brown, which happens to a few people due to illnesses in the womb, but dark charcoal black. We tried going to a doctor but we were rejected from every clinic thinking I must be a joke. That somehow I must have dyed my eyes or glued black contacts to my eyes or that, as one clinic assumed, I had tattooed my eyes. I find it impossible to not shutter at the idea of someone tattooing their own eyes. 
 
 So, here I am. Now only 2 hours left. My birthday party had come and past. The time was 7:30PM and the only people left at my house were my parents and myself. We were all on edge. What could my power be? Do I get a new power? Do I get no power at all? My mind continued to race with what my eyes meant. 
 
 In the two hours left I guess I can describe what my life was like. I do n't see much benefit in just worrying so I'll help give you an understanding of how my eyes effected me growing up. The first memories I have at all are when I first saw a mirror. I could n't have been more than 3 at the time but I remember this image so exactly that I can still see my pudgy 3 year old face staring at the deep dark eyes I had. My parents decided it was for the best that there be no mirrors in our house. They did n't want to approach the subject until I understood what eye colour even meant. I was at a play date that my friend's and mine parents had set up. We were at their house playing with bionicles making stories and wrestling as all young boys do and we started to run around the house. I was chasing my friend but he got ahead of me and decided to hide. So of course I try to find him. Our parents are catching up and chatting happy to get a moderate reprieve from their responsibilities as parents. I run down a long hallway. It's dark so I assume that's where my friend decided to hide. I go into the first open door and use a short broom I found to switch the light on. I noticed this weird surface ( mirror ) that I had never seen before. It somehow showed a second room that looked just like the one I was in. I walk over to it and startle myself momentarily while my brain catches up with what I'm looking at. I move my arm an see that the person in the other room was me. I scanned my body starting at my spiderman light up shoes and slowly moved my gaze upward. Then my eyes met. I looked at myself with awe. I simply could n't stop staring at my own dark black irises. I had never seen a person with black eyes before; not even the darkest browns could compare to the black void my eyes. I stood there for what must have been an hour or so. My gaze unbroken. I finally was broken from this trance when the parents arrived looking for me consoling a crying boy who never was found. After that my parents were forced to give me `` the talk''. The one about the eyes... not sex. To be honest black eyes do n't normally do well with the ladies so its not like the sex talk was even necessary either. 

