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I was born to be the villain.
There’s always that one kid on the playground. You know this kid. He’s the one with the too-loud voice, who swings around that big stick and chases the other children for fun, and who the teachers spend more time assigning time-outs to than they spend actually teaching. He doesn’t actually want to hurt anybody (that bad), he’s just too loud, too rowdy, too rough.
That’s not me.
Nor am I that kid sitting at the picnic table during recess, scribbling out to-do lists and plans for his next experiment, all alone.
No. Look over there - at that kid. Yes, I mean the kid with the missing front tooth and the scabby knees, the one who takes impromptu naps in class, draws robots and stick men in capes on his schoolwork, and can’t sleep at night unless he has his rocket night light on. That’s me.
I know what you’re thinking. This child is so normal. Look at him, he’s the class clown, he has friends. His mom packs him homemade cookies in his lunch. How could he be born to be a villain?
Well, it’s quite simple. Okay, the story itself is actually pretty long, so I’ll be brief for now. That little joker got older, things happened, and it all kind of went to… well. You know.
But that’s not important right now. What’s important is that I’m currently adhered to the ceiling of the public library’s men’s room, trying not to get caught by the team of superheroes that recently showed up in this city.
Oh, and the stall I’m hiding in is occupied by my very horrified Computer Sciences teacher. I probably should have mentioned that sooner.