[ WP ] Everybody made fun of you in hero school because your superpower was `` free refills , '' but now you discover it has bigger implications than anyone realized .

Of all the students I've taught in my fifty years at the Jackson School for the Exceptional, only one stands out as truly unique. Her name was Angela Myers. When I first met her, I felt nothing but pity. At 14 years old, she was 4'10, and 200 pounds. While other students at our school were busy flying, teleporting, and enjoying other thrilling and exciting abilities, Angela was different. She was usually sitting alone reading, munching on some snack in a quiet, methodical way. The bag of chips was never empty, the can of soda was always perpetually full. Angela's power was free refills. 
 
 Despite the urging of the other teachers to control her snacking, Angela would still eat compulsively. Sometimes I would sit by her and try to make conversation. She would mostly shrug and stay absorbed in her book, or even the floor if she was out of reading material. I got the feeling that she ate because of a deep depression, and that if she did n't break the cycle it would destroy her eventually. 
 
 `` You know, Angela, I think maybe the other kids would take to you more if they just got to know you. Maybe you could offer them some of your snacks sometime?'' I offered cheerfully. 
 
 `` The other kids make fun of me because they think my power is stupid,'' she replied bluntly. `` They think all I'm good for is being a fat laughingstock for them to mock while they have all of their fun walking through walls, or whatever.'' She finally looked up and made eye contact for a moment. `` They definitely do n't deserve free refills.'' 
 
 `` Not everyone is going to see how special you are on the inside Angela,'' I said, reaching for something to console her misery. `` Sometimes people like you and I have to work extra hard to show people on the outside what we have inside of us.'' 
 
 She looked at me quizzically at asked, `` What do you mean people like us?'' 
 
 `` Well, my power is seeing people's feelings. Empathy is what it's called. Believe it or not, I got picked on quite a bit at school, too,'' I explained as I started to clean the crumbs and other mess off the table. `` I felt other people's emotions so intensely I had to wear special headgear until I was 19 years old. They called me Space Girl.'' 
 
 Angela spit out some of her soda on her chin laughing at this. `` Space Girl, really? But you're so pretty now. I'll never be pretty like you, Ms. Fitzgerald. 
 
 `` But do n't you understand? You are pretty, Angela. I can see what's inside people, and I know that you have a good heart. If you shared it with other people sometime, you might like how it feel,'' I said giving her a light pat on the shoulder instead of a hug. I could tell that Angela was very picky about being touched, another one of my gifts. `` Just give it some thought. 
 
 That was on April 11, 2063. You might remember that day as the day the Liberation Army Super Humans attacked the school to protest in the Fertilization Act. Over 300 lives were lost that day in the attack. I was injured myself that day. While trying to protect the students, one of the attackers hit me with some kind of death ray. I was watching my skin wrinkle and wither. Blood was oozing from my orifices and my fingernails fell off. I went blind and collapsed. When I opened my eyes, Angela was there sitting over me. The League had come to the rescue, but the bodies were still everywhere. Students, teachers, all mangled and unrecognizable except for bright neon flashes of uniform burned to the charred remains. 
 
 `` Angela, what happened?'' I asked in shock. `` I should be dead.'' 
 
 `` Some people just deserve free refills,'' she said to me.
