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Satyr_2008 t1_jd0xv9u wrote

you kidding me!” I scream. “This is insanity!” I growl. There’s so many rhymes it should be a crime. “It’s okay honey… it’s not that bad.” My mom tries to reassure me. My sister, Maria snorts. “You should have heard how his thoughts just rhymed.” I glare at her. She can barely control her ability, she’s still an amateur. Who is she to make fun of my power? With that rhyme, my mood sours. “It’s not funny.” I say, feeling crummy. “Yes it is, and I’m not an amateur!” Maria scowls. She’s still embarrassed by the time she accidentally eavesdropped on a thought about bowels. “Stop fighting.” Mom interrupts. “You can still be part of the team, even if your power isn’t useful.” “And do what?” I stomp my feet. “I can’t keep these rhymes shut!” “You don’t need to have a strong superpower. There’s plenty you can do without one.” My dad offers. “Like… reassuring civilians!” I frown. I always wanted to fight villains, not comfort civilians! My mood goes down. Out of a billion possibilities, I’d never considered my power could be so useless. All these rhymes are causing me stress. I did it again! If I can’t stop form rhyming then- Oh no. I’ve hit a new low. I’ll never speak normally, I think forlornly.

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