[ WP ] You live in a world where every person receives a superpower on their 18th birthday . You eagerly count down the seconds then shriek in horror as you are given a power no one would ever want to be stuck with .

I sat in a large room with bleached white walls. It was always too cold, goosebumps ran along my arms and legs. A large mirror covered the wall to my left and I tried to pretend I could n't feel the many people watching me from behind it. I was late. My birthday was November 20th at 1:17pm but when I first came here, nothing happened. No change, no nothing. 
 
 For 9 days. 
 
 This caused a large amount of excitement from whatever scientific community studies the new generation with powers. You get a power, no matter how mediocre and there was usually a sharp sensation that accompanied its coming. 
 
 Helen sat across from me. On the first day she answered my questions before my supposed time. On the second day I finally got her first name. She said I was a rare case. On the fifth day it almost looked like she pitied me. On the eighth, I found out that was just how she showed that she cared. She had two daughters both in middle school and she was so excited for their day to come. 
 
 `` Well its about that time again,'' Helen said. `` Let's hope the tenth times the charm,'' she winked at me. `` As always the doctors will help you with anything should you need it.'' 
 
 `` Thanks Helen''. I looked at the clock above the door. 1:10pm. 
 
 1:11 my stomach twisted and turned. What if my power is terrible. What if I hate it. The usual worries, but after the fifth day, the anxiety had died down a lot. 
 
 1:15 So close I can feel it. I will miss Helen as she kind of feels like a friend now. Wonder if I can fly or be invisible. Or maybe electricity. 
 
 1:16 Ice? No... Fire? How about teleporting. I always like magic, maybe something like that. Wonder if my parents are worried. What about transforming into a dragon? 
 
 **1:17pm** It felt like my eyes shut off and my conscious faded. IM DOING IT. 
 
 I awoke with a start. I recognized the white walls and my memory slowly filled in the gaps. I sneezed and felt something strange on my face. I had grown a full beard. I looked for the mirror. I turned to my left only to see glass. What happened to the mirror? Men with laptops or phones stared back through the glass. Most had surprised looks on their faces. Sharp images came to my mind. I saw a man stealing, a woman cheating on her husband. How did I know these things? So many images flooded my mind as I looked at each of them. It angered me. Why did they do this? They were being bad boys and girls. I want to do something about this. I must do something about this. My hand gripped something and I looked down. A black paddle that looked to be made of black rock sat in my hand. A deep chuckle escaped my lips. The glass would not stop me. 
 
 Their sins came out of my mouth accusing each person as I paddled them until they wept. They were being very bad and they needed to be taught a lesson. I will do it. 
 
 As the last man sat weeping and apologizing ( you should never lie to your wife ), Helen slammed the door open in a panic. Her eyes traced the room in a frenzy. People were scattered around the room, most of them groaning or weeping. 
 
 `` What happened!'' She exclaimed. 
 
 When I looked at her images rushed me again. But not of greed or anger or hate, but of happiness and caring. She tutors kids, she cares for hurt animals, she volunteers at a soup kitchen. A wide smile perched itself on my lips. She had been such a nice girl. I sat down in a chair next to her as confusion ran across her face. 
 
 `` Ho Ho Ho, and what would you like for Christmas?''
