I've jumped straight into boasting about myself again. I can’t help it. When your the way I am you can't really blame me. And maybe I did over exaggerate my strength. I miiiight not be able to lift Everest but I can do at least 70% of it. 50% minimum. Okay about 25%. You happy now? Huh? 15% okay but its still really strong. I guess I got off track again. Okay no more diversions, no more boasting about my awesome prowess and no more lies. All of what comes out of this mouth will be the truth and nothing but the truth... maybe. Somtimes.

I suppose I should start where all good stories start, at the beginning. You see when a man loves and woman and they love each other very much... Hahahaha I'm joking, not that far back. Well to be honest I don’t really remember my birth or much of my childhood. How many of you can tell me you did. It was ordinary. It was just my dad, his sister (my aunt) and I. We lived a pretty mediocre life and didn't really do as much as you'd assume the future super hero to do. We lived in a small 3 bedroom house and we never had money troubles. Living in the centre of city seven didn't help as prices for property and commodities where sky high. Especially with the war with the country of Bouses and its seemingly endless supply of soldiers. But as I said things were fine. As well as that there wasn’t any tragedy or terror that came in those days like ‘most’ cliché super hero backstories. Maybe a little bit of loss was the loss of my mum. Well lost mum. She vanished as soon as I was born and my dad never spoke of her. He just said she didn't want me and that was that but at least I had auntie Jane.

My aunt was a very tall, very blond and very successful lawyer. She had a smile full of perfect white teeth and the standard, oversized Bailey nose. She was always kind and slipped me extra pocket money when my dad wasn't looking. She was lucky in a sense and inherited my grandmas wits and brain. My gran was a renowned scientist and did early work on cancer treatments. She made me happy when she was home and when she wasn't... you could really feel my dad depression.

My dad was built very much like I am now in his youth and of course he had the classically handsome Bailey nose. He did bits in all the trades and had his fingers in a lot of pies. Bricklayer, plumber, sparky, bouncer to name a few. He was a real hard nut and never really came out of his shell. He wasn't happy and I knew it had to do with my mum leaving. He'd never say it outright or even show it for that matter but I knew. We made it by though. All three of us living together harmoniously.

I remember some of my school life. Seeing other children my age and acting like one, a normal human child. My favourite thing was to take all the money I saved and head down to the book store and buy a few books. I loved reading. Not just comics but others too. Anything with a good story and fantasy monsters. Childhood was easy, and I enjoy those quiet afternoons in the bookstore or library reading about so and so hero slaying the mightly beasts that threatened the human race.

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That changed when I turned 12 though and my super powers started to show. Slow at first. The random bouts of strength like opening the door to my bedroom and it coming off its hinges. Try explaining that to your dad through. “honest dad, I wasn’t hanging off it” “ well how did it break then? This is coming out of your months pocket money... (inspects the wood that holds the door hinges on) and next months too”! That was a shite month I tell you, no comic books for me.

Another glorious moment was waking up and finding myself floating round my ceiling fan. That was actually very fun, especially when I turned the fan up and started spinning even faster. Imagine my happiness in finding out that I had super powers. A kid who loved super heroes actually gaining superpowers. I was so happy but my 12 year old brain was a stupid as it is now and decided to not let anyone know to keep my secrete identity.

My powers were very unstable at the start. Hard to control. A bit loopy at times. They never always worked when I wanted so i never went out to test them in fear that i would be flying through the sky and my powers just stopping. I'd fall to my death. Unfortunately and in a serious turning point in my life was when my dad found out a few months after my first signs of powers. After dinner one summer he was showing me how to undo and clean his gun. I think he was prepping me for military school thinking all the things I broke by ‘accident’ where signs of me being a problem child and hoping the military school would set me in shape. After the process was complete he showed me how to load ammunition and how to turn the safety on when the gun misfired right into my gut.

The sheer horror seen on his face as he thought that he had just killed his only child when the lamp beside him smashed to pieces and a quite obvious bullet hole seen in the wall behind the pot.

He freaked of course and went all defensive over me and took me to the hospital when I obviously wasn't hurt in any way. I too was freaking... freaking bulletproof. That bullet bounced off me, ricocheted off my body and smashed the lamp. How lucky am I, how lucky is my dad for not being hit in return and how lucky am I for not killing him with my bouncing bullet. Wow we we're both lucky I guess. Of course at this point I didn’t know the extent of my invincibility but I soon would.

At the hospital they we're shocked and truely did not believe my dads insane story. That was untill the nurse tried to take my blood and found that the needle just bent instead of going in. The look on her face was priceless and even now i still remember it and chuckle from time to time. The doctor reprimanded the nurse for believing the false story and proceeded to try and thr same thing happened. The doctor was flabbergasted at the Phenomena and truly clueless to what it was that was causing this. So he called his boss that laughed at him for being so stupid and then came down stairs very angrily and proceeded to do the same thing again.

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twise shame on me, fool me thrise and its absolutely hilarious. He was flat out gobsmacked at this so he call the doctors at the Global Institute of Technological Sciences. GLOTS for short and within the hour I was being escorted in armoured van with four BIG dudes with BIG guns and my poor, frightened dad driving in tow behind us. Well it wasn't what I wanted to do on a school night.