By being the late-bloomer of my batch, I've had my fair share of people who wanted to my life more miserable. I thought I'd get used to it in time, but people my age are relentless. I cannot count how many times I was assaulted by the superpowers of others. I tried to complain to the teachers but all of them are equally useless. Too underpaid for this shit, they'd often say. No, fuck that! They just don't want to deal with a powerless guy like me. Too bad for them, I have my superpowers now. And I will the limits of my capabilities to get back at my bullies.
Just as I have said, I have my fair share of bullies. But to list them from worst to the least bad, I'd start with Edward Armstrong. We've been at each other's throats even when we were kids at the park. He'd often steal my toys, and return them broken or covered in snot and shit. His personality had grown worse when he got his superpower. It's poetic, I'd say. His superpower allows him to steal anything except the powers of any person he touched. He'd touch you with his right hand, and then your wallet would appear in his left hand. He didn't use it for general theft, well... except for me. He stole more of my toys, and eventually moved on to my money. I complained to his parents, but they too were a problematic bunch. They accused me of tarnishing their son's reputation.
When Edward and I moved to middle school, his powers upgraded. Not only can he steal an object, but he could also steal one aspect of a person for a limited range and time. Say, he could steal your bravery. That would make him braver while you'd be a pussy. With that upgrade, he'd most often steal the size of my junk. Oh, how he just loved to hear himself laugh when I'm freaking out about the disappearance of my dick. He'd parade around me while holding his sizable junk. Oh, how I could just punch that fucker's face.
But enough about him, and more about his right-hand man whom I used to call my best friend. Brendan, that piece of shit. I used to play with him a lot. He saw me as the only one who could fight against the assholery of Edward, and that's why he stuck around since he doesn't want to be bullied. But when Edward got the upper hand when he got his power, he flipped sides and became that asshole's lackey. His powers aren't that flashy. He could summon a murder of crows from his shadows. Which is quite ironic since he's allergic to bird feathers.
Aside from those two, another shit stain in my life is that perfectionist brat with the name of Zachary Hale. He's rich, he's handsome, he's the most perfect guy there is. But his attitude makes everyone avoid him. He treats everybody as his underlings. Pray to the heavens above that you don't get partnered with him on school projects because you'd be pulling hairs because of his superiority complex. That's exactly what happened a few months ago when I partnered with him on a paper mache project. I couldn't focus when I'm the one doing most of the job making the project, while he was too afraid to soil his fingers. We failed that project, and he made it his life's work to remind me of the fact every time we meet. He even attributed my failure to my lack of powers. As if powers are enough to fit his attitude. His power to control light was as equally useless as he was.
Aside from those three, there are a few more people that I'd like to get back on. So, who did I choose?