I wanted to be that girl.
Saving my school from an otherworldly being just with the flick of a finger!
Or perhaps managing to obliviate my enemies just by staring at them from a safe distance.
If all that was too much, then perhaps just enough power to pour a glass of water over my terrible school report card, so my father didn’t have to review it!
I even delved into the mysterious world of mind control, hoping to learn to bend reality to will. I bought myself a book, looking to turn into Mad Hatter, but obviously it wasn’t to be.
The book I ordered turned out to be a tedious tome on self-discipline rather than unlocking my inner superhero( or villain).
Talk of an anti-climax!
Fingers in symphony 