[ WP ] Every person in the world develops a weird mutation/power the day they turn 16 . Everyone 's powers are always different , some more insignificant than others . You turn 16 , and watch as all your friends discover their newfound ability 's . That is , until you discover the severity of your own .

Every girl is excited for her sweet sixteen. 
 
 Back in the days of my parents, it was the usual coming of age tradition. They celebrated with getting their license, and driving a brand new car. It was the coming age of independence. We all wanted to finally grow up and start our adult lives. 
 
 However, in my generation, the tradition began to shift. Sudden, the age of sixteen did n't only mark the coming of age, but also a sudden change in ourselves. Things started becoming a bit different, and many of us found the greatest gift of all was the one dormant inside of us after all of these years. We have been given by chance, a power that could change the world. 
 
 It was a dream of mine as long as I could remember. I would watch the celebrities on reality television shows like `` My Sweet Sixteen'' who would develop these flashy superpowers, or the brave men and women who would use the powers that came to them to make a difference. For some it did n't matter what the power was, but how to find a way to use it for good, and many of today's heroes were welcomed with open arms by taking even the most mundane abilities and changing somebody's life with it. I wanted to at least be that person, and use my powers to make a change. 
 
 The time passed and the morning arrived on my birthday. I did n't feel any different at all when I rose from bed. I tried moving every muscle, but no matter how I flexed or which direction I threw myself, it did n't seem like anything was changing. I could feel my heart pounding inside of me, and the sweat of nervousness begin to form on my face. Was it possible that I simply had no power at all? 
 
 I thought of my friends, who on their sweet sixteens got all sorts of unique powers. One could create knots in anything. One could change the speed of wind, so that our hair would not be messed up on a stormy day, but regardless of how they used them, every power was uniquely theirs and helped defined who they were both in school and in the town. I always knew I was bound to get something, and I wanted to do my best to help others with it. It would be far too disappointing if there was nothing at all. 
 
 I was nervous. I was embarrassed. I could n't just simply tell anyone that I did n't receive a power at all. Nobody would believe me. Every teenager gets one on their 16th birthday. After `` the accident'' 30 years ago, it happened to everyone born in the last 30 years on their 16th birthday. It was a fact. 
 
 Was there a chance that there is a mutation and some of us are born as `` unlucky?'' I thought about it desperately. How could this possibly happen to me? I never did wrong. I was not the most popular person in school, and I did n't stand out, but I was always friendly and remained active in clubs. My grades were never bad, not the best, but always above average. 
 
 The commute to school was causing me to get incredibly worried. I kept trying everything I could. Any thought that came to mind was acted upon but nothing seemed to help whatsoever. I got on the bus and tried to keep my cool. Fortunately none of my friends or classmates know my usual route to school, so nobody will even know it is my birthday. I can get away with being a powerless freak until I figure out what's wrong with me. 
 
 Walking down the street I begin to overhear two boys arguing among each other. One looks like somebody I had recognized from school. He started shaking his fist. Below me the ground starts to shake and I try to take hold of something stuck to the ground. All around I feel buildings collapse and crevices open up below. This boy has the power to create 10.0 earthquakes and, if so inclined, split the entire planet into two. 
 
 As the ground starts to gain steadiness again I notice the boys have been split by a large gap in the earth. There is a lot of disaster and damage control in the surrounding area. A few hired officials and freelancers with abilities come to secure the area and I see the boy taken away. They say the most dangerous abilities are the ones that they keep a closer watch on. This boy must have just gained those powers. I begin to wonder if maybe it's better that I am powerless than to have been born with such a destructive power. 
 
 The gap is too wide and with my school on the other side I begin to try and find a way across. I begin to walk along the perimeter of the split, taking each step sideways until I can find a small enough gap to jump across. It would be nice if I could jump higher or farther as my ability. Like those old superheroes who could leap from building to building in major cities. 
 
 As i'm walking side ways I begin to notice that the crack is getting smaller and smaller. I continue to walk faster and notice with each step I take that the ground seems to repair itself until I reach the very end. I must be dreaming. I run back to the center point of the damage scene and see a car in pieces. I pick up each piece and put it onto the car. Little by little I notice the car repair itself and go back into proper order. The driver waves at me in gratitude before driving off again. 
 
 There is always that student that wants to solve and fix every problem. You could say I was the guilty one in my class. Always trying to find the answer and make it right. The way I see my ability, is a manifestation of that. My body wants to put things back together and restore it to its proper place. No matter what the catastrophe or what damage happens, I want to have it go back to normal. The power I have been given is able to do just that. 
 
 I always hoped I could make a change. There are so many problems we are that are faced in the world. I simply wanted a way to fix them.
