There are people out there, with abilities that you just have to see to believe. It’s unreal and almost unbelievable. The things these people can do, but they hide it. Sometimes I wonder why they do that. They are denying us the opportunity to learn about the science, learn about the DNA that caused them to have such abilities. Perhaps if one of them just allows us to experiment, then maybe — just maybe — the evolution of humankind can finally begin.
The morning sun shined upon the great and elaborate metropolis of New York City. Full of people of all races and full of cultures that were from all over the world. There were people from Asia and there people from India, there were also some from just across the pond and then there are those from the great frozen tundra of Russia. Everyone came from somewhere and New York City was one of the few places within the United States of America that they all converge in semi-civil manners. Of course, there were some that tried to take that peacefulness away, but there are those who will defend that very peace.

“And you see, that’s why comics are awesome! Wouldn’t you agree?” [/b]Spoke a mildly-deep voice from across the dining room table in a house that was in Upstate New York City. His eyes pierced with a deep crimson shade and skin had a rich mocha color to it. His hair, brown as his skin was, had a style of cornrows

“Son, all I asked was how’s your cereal..” Said a deep male voice, most likely was the father of Cerden and Nomis.

“Father, you just don’t realize this! Superheroes are awesome. I mean come on, having awesome powers like Captain America and Thor! Wouldn’t that be sick to have?” Cerden said as if defending his point on how heroes were awesome.

“I wish you would stop these delusions. You’re sixteen years old now. You need to get serious and stop all of this talk about heroes and superpowers.” Said their father.

“Now Richard and Cerden — is now really the time for this?” Said Cerden and Nomis’ mother with a stern, yet gentle tone.

Cerden huffed angrily, but he would smile at his mother Sandra. She was the one who could get his thick-headed father to back off. At least, for the time being. Cerden would definitely see that to be true when Richard silently cursed, but agree. Cerden just sighed and continued to eat his Fruity Pebbles cereal. Despite how difficult his father can be, that will not take away the enjoyment of his favorite kind of cereal.

“Ahh.” Outing a pleasing sound, Cerden had finished his cereal and got up with the bowl in hand. He placed it on the bottom of the sink, ran some water over the bowl and turned around all ready to go to school. “C’mon bro~ We don’t want to be late, do we?” Cerden said all hyped up.