TABLE

"Aren't you excited? Today's your 18th birthday, it means today you'll get to choose your superpower!" My mother said for the third time today, I already knew that, she told me that ever since i was born... And i'm the youngest of my family. I have two sibilings, one sister that is now 19 years old and an older brother, who is 22 this year. My sister chose the power to control ice while my brother chose the power to teleport, and because they're both stupid bitches, they decided to not tell me how i would choose my powers! What if i fuck it up?!? No one's seem to be worried, only i am!

"I know mom, you said it so many times throughout my whole life that i developed a enormous fear about this day. I don't think i'll get a good power!" I held my head between my hands, closing my eyes. "What if i get a useless power like creating snot from my whole body, or manipulate left socks? Only left socks!" I heard my father chuckle at that, of course he would, he's a sadisitc man. "HEy! I heaerd that!" He shouted without heat behind his words, making me smirk: "I know!" My dad's power is Conditional Telepathy, which i that he can hear anyone's thoughts as long as those thoughts are about him, which is amazingly good. "I know, I'm awsome!" He chuckled from the kitchen, i know it's rough for him because he also hears when people curses him, or what is their true thoughts about him, which would break my already fragile self-esteem, i'm sure of that. "Oh! It's almost timee!" My mother screamed, i could hear my sibilings running, well, my sister running downstairs... My brother was already behind me, teleporters are fucking stupid!

"I hope the punk get something shitty!"My sister shouted, i groaned as i heard her laughter, but for some reason it sounded as if she was underwater... I blinked, and i no longer was there on my home, instead i was in a black room... Alone. "Hello?" I shouted, wondering why i was here: "Is this how i get my powers? A fight? A trial? Oh fuck, I'm weak and stupid, i will end up without any power!" Suddenly, there was a table in front of me, empty, but then it wasn't!

Three different types of food, fried, boiled, and fucking raw meata stood in front of me. I swear this is a scam... There's shrimp- something i'm alergic to-, raw stake- something i hate, even moer when it's fucking raw!-, and chiken! I eat chiken... BUt this one's look bad, it is totally burned. "What am i supposed to eat?" I shouted to the emptiness of the room in frustaion. "The fucking table!?" wait, you know what? I'll take a bite out that table! No way in hell i'm going to eat the others! When my teeth took a chunk out of the table, i felt my whole world shift, i was back at my home with my siblings and parents looking at me strangely. "Ouch..." i groaned when i suddenly felt a headache surge, i focused for a moment before i suddenly could feel everything around without using my eyes, i could hear everyone's thoughts, i could feel their emotions, i could do everything! "Too loud!" I screamed when the voices go louder, i felt my body crack in pain as something bursted out, it cracked and i felt like i had new limbs, but my eyes suddenly opened and i could see through the walls, i could see through my parent's skin, see their organs, their blood, their souls!

"THE FUCK!?" This is so strange! I felt my body break as my bones bent in several different angels, i couldn't help but cry in pain when i felt it stop, i was back to normal. "Ouch..." I cried once again when i felt something hit on my forehead, i poened my eyes to see everything floating around me, even my parents. "Honey?" My mother looked at me with surprise in her eyes, suddenly i was calm. This is my mother's power, Calmness, she can make anyone calm, no matter what. "Thanks mom." i coughed, feeling bile rush up my throat, i could keep it inside thankfully.

"What did you fucking eat!?" My sister suddenly shouted, now that i knew that i had to eat something to get my power, i said: "Well, there was shrimp-" My mother winced, she remembered what happened the last time i ate it, when i was 5, i almost died that day. "Raw Steak, something i would never eat, and Burnt Chiken." My family stood quiet, curious to know what i ate, so i just sighed, ready to be teased: "So i ate the table." The reaction was instantaneous, my father stood there, shell shocked, my brother and sister started to wheeze like tea kettles, while mother was surprised and concerned.

"Only you would bite the table!" My brother choked as he wheezed, i just imagined a hand slapping his head, and sure enough, a hand slapped his head. It simply apperead on the air, out of nothing.