Normal, That's Me

Thoughts Of Concrete

Hey! I'm trying my hand at writing stories again, any grammar mistakes pointed out would be great! Any suggestions on people who should play my characters would be fun! Hope you enjoy!
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When I say I was scared I mean it. I watched as the piece of concrete raced  towards me, soaring through the air. Now this piece of concrete was a normal piece of concrete of course, but the reason of which the very deadly piece of concrete was soaring, or racing through the air was not normal. At least, not to you.

So before I confuse you, let me explain what's going on here. I live in a world where superpowers exist. This may be pleasing for those of you who enjoy thinking of these situations, but for all the people who have to deal with these motherfuckers? Not very pleasing.

It started with a meteorite that released some sort of new chemical into the atmosphere. Scientist are still figuring this chemical out, but when all well funded science labs are either being ransacked, used for superhero/ super villain wannabe activities, it's kind of hard. But back to what I was saying. This space rock released this chemical that gave people superpowers a couple of decades back, around 1987. This either effected people, or effected their offspring and sometimes both.

Now we have gone through the whole, "super rights!", "cost of super fights!" Stuff, and somehow they found a way to equalize it out, I'm in highschool, I don't know. Sure taxes were raised-at least I'm pretty sure they were-, but at least the U.S. had health care now. They even added a special spot in the hospital where heroes could get treated, and they didn't have to identify themselves or take off any face coverings, well unless it was in the way.

And in comes me. My name is Apollo. My mom is a Greek history buff, and spends hours upon hours in the library. She's really an architect and travels quite a lot. Her company is somewhat big, which means we could afford the same things we had from when both of my parents were alive.

Now when I went to school I did not plan to be hit by concrete, nor did I hope not to be hit by concrete. When I went to school that day hoisting my bag high up on my shoulders and cracking my neck, concrete did not even pass through my thoughts. The fact that I had a math test that I hadn't studied for, and that my science teacher was going to give me detention if I was late again passed through my mind, not concrete.

My Father did have powers, that's how he died, fighting a superbattle with Dr.Kill. (bad name I know, who even comes up with these?) He was one of the first ever superheroes. He was inspirational, a wonder, a roll model for all! That was until the good "Doctor" shape shifted into my mother and killed him. He had super strength and could fly, but neither could help when a sword was shoved straight into his heart.

That was a bit graphic, I apologize. Only when the news only talks about how your father dies for a couple of months, and everyday his death anniversary shows up, I feel like you might be as well.

No one knew how Dr.Kill found out who my Dad was, but when the police from the "super people handling department" knocked on our door, and told us the news we moved, I mean a super villain knew who we were, and most likely where we lived, who wouldn't? No one learned who my Dad was, and maybe if they did I would have more pressure on me, but maybe I would also of been treated better.

Also, do you know how shitty is it to have a father, with some of the best super qualities in the world, and not have any yourself?

Yes that's right, the super gene missed me, I was just normal Apollo. Son of the great Ares (my mother choose my fathers super name obviously) completely normal.

What
A
Rip-off.

I mean yeah I understand it's dangerous but, I feel like I have to do something!

But I can't.

On this shitty hot October day, when I walked to school, listening to panic! through my headphones, I didn't expect anything was weird.

So again, a big piece of concrete shooting straight for me was not what I was expecting.