[ 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 am fucking terrified. 
 
 I know I don ’ t look it right now, but that is only because you weren ’ t here for the first two days. I think it has been three days. I ca n't tell time in here. God I was a mess. I was a human puddle of tears and hyperventilation, curled up in the corner of the cell mumbling an incoherent mixture of babbling, and tracks off of Taylor Swift ’ s greatest hits. 
 
 I wouldn ’ t say I have calmed down now, so much as I ran out of tears, and I passed out from breathing too heavily. When I came to, I was still in this pitch black cell. Still in the exact same position I was in when I went to loopyland. No one had come for me. Well, looks like someone isn ’ t getting a favorable Yelp review. 
 
 It was supposed to be a special day, how could it go so terribly wrong? I remember waking up that day feeling positively giddy. A special outfit prepared the night before. All my makeup lay perfectly in my bathroom so I wouldn ’ t waste any time getting ready. I had this day planned for months, and why shouldn ’ t I? It was my Origin Day! You only get one, just like a graduation, or a first car, and and my parents wanted a big celebration for their little girl. 
 
 I practically skipped down the stairs to greet my family, the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Mom was holding a pot in her hand, the grease sizzling above the rim. Dad was floating above the door frame, hanging up a big sign saying, “ Congrats Super Sarah! ” I tried so hard to negotiate about the silly banner. That way, I could try to convince my friends that my parents didn ’ t think I was 5 years old, but they were stubborn to a point, saying they would have some say, and that it was non negotiable. I shudder to think what the party would have looked like they had complete control. I couldn ’ t be sure, but I thought I saw an add for a clown on the table one time. 
 
 “ Oh well, look who is up at a reasonable time? ” My mom joked. She set the pot down went in for a hug, unaware her hands were still glowing red. 
 
 “ Debra ” My Dad said, not even turning away from his work on the banner. He knew her too well. We all had the marks to prove her forgetfulness 
 
 “ Oh, whoops! ” 
 
 With an apologetic smile, the red hot glow faded from her hands, and wrapped themselves around my torso. 
 “ You look great, ” she said, “ Like a confident young woman. ” 
 “ Thanks. Is everything ready for this afternoon? ” 
 “ Almost, ” my dad said, coming down to the floor, “ all we need is.. ” 
 
 My dad was cut off as a gust of wind blew through the house, leaving me flat on my ass. My brother laying on top of me. 
 “ the cake. ” 
 
 Marshall lifted the sweet above his head as if it was a gift from the gods. 
 
 “ Saved it! ” He said. 
 
 “ Damnit Marshall, watch where you are going! ” 
 
 “ Sarah, language! ” 
 
 “ Sorry dad. ” 
 
 My brother and I had managed to untangle ourselves from the floor, with help from dad. 
 
 “ You ’ re alright, what doesn ’ t kill you only makes you stronger ” He said. Marshall placed the cake on the table. 
 
 “ So, has it happened yet? Any explosions? Fireballs? ” Marshall said. 
 “ No, we are going to head over to the center around 3, but nothing has happened yet.'' 
 
 “ Lame. You better hope you get something cool. I heard of a kid who manifested the ability to spew spiders from from his mouth. ” 
 “ Marshall, stop with that nonsense ” Mom said. 
 
 “ Yup, ” he continued, “ he could n't control it, a constant spray of eight legged monsters. The official had to snap his neck. ” 
 
 Marshall ’ s little story rewarded him with a smack upside the head from Dad, followed by a stern look. I knew he was joking, but he wasn ’ t wrong. I was hoping for a cool power. Would I be a Muscle? Maybe a Blur like him? It could be anything, except maybe the spiders. God I didn ’ t want the Spiders. Now, I would lovingly spew spiders. I would raise them and tame them and call them all Phillip. I would be the goddamned spider queen any day over what I have now. 
 
 Because the thing is, I have no idea what I got, but everyone is afraid of it.
