[ WP ] Your superpower , in a world of heroes with strength and speed and all the basics , is a weird one . You can mimic the powers of people in books that you 've read . More than a superhero though , this makes you a much wanted actor .

I was screaming, loudly, I didn ’ t want to do this anymore, I didn ’ t *choose* this life, it was thrust upon me by the idiots who followed “ celebrity culture ”. 
 
 
 I threw the bottle of gin down, stomping in the puddle it made like a child, still screaming my head off. 
 
 
 “ Susan! *Susan*! Are you done? Can you stop, please? ” My manager sat in the corner of my trailer, biceps rippling as he flicked through a magazine. “ You ’ re going to play the character and you ’ re going to like it. ” He looked up at me. “ And you ’ re going to make me a lot of money doing it. ” 
 
 
 It was easy for him to say. “ That ’ s easy for you to say, ” I screamed, “ You ’ re super fast and super strong and super handsome! You ’ re fucking super, Tom, and what am I? *What am I*? ” I said louder thumping my chest hard. 
 
 
 “ You ’ re a star, baby, a star. ” 
 
 
 I threw myself down on the couch, crying, and shoved my face into the cushions. “ I don ’ t want to be a star. I want to be normal. I want to be super. ” 
 
 
 “ What was that, honey? ” 
 
 
 I lifted my head and screamed, “ I don ’ t want to be a star! I want to be normal! I want to be super like everyone else! I can ’ t do this anymore, Tom. I can ’ t. ” 
 
 
 “ Just take your pills and calm down, Susan. You ’ re not yourself. You love doing this. ” He stopped flicking and looked at me, holding up a page showing a glamorized image of myself. “ Look at this, Susan, *look at it*. You ’ re amazing. People love you. People don ’ t care you don ’ t have any of the normal super powers. People love you for being different. You should love yourself too for being different. Own in. Be it. Live it. ” 
 
 
 I suddenly sat up, throwing myself for the bottle of pills, but before I could reach them, Tom was there, slapping my hand out of the way. 
 
 
 “ No, no. We ’ re not doing that again, Susan. Remember what happened last time? You were in a coma for weeks. Lost a lot of endorsements that way. Here. ” He opened the bottle and plopped three pills down on the counter. “ Take your pills. ” 
 
 
 I didn ’ t move. He picked them up, squeezed my jaw open, and placed them in my mouth. “ Take your pills, Susan. You ’ ll feel better. Trust me. ” He smiled. His teeth were perfect, dazzling. 
 
 
 I looked out the window and saw people, dozens of them, flying high in the sky, running so swiftly it looked as if they were walking across water, doing super things I would never, could never do, and swallowed. 

