My Brother is a Superhero

ot fair! How come

lightning bolts, then,” I said, pretending to be disappointed.
“What?!” He looked at me like I was stupid. “Did you see that? Did you see what I did?”
I couldn’t keep up the pretense—I was impressed. But my awe quickly gave way to something else. I was as green as the Hulk; more jealous even than last Christmas when my parents gave Zack an iPhone, and I got shoes.
“It’s not fair! How come you get superpowers? You don’t even read comics.” I ranted for a few more minutes—when I get going I have been known to turn purple—and then, finally exhausted, I flopped down on the floor and felt my face crumple into a sulk.

quickly gave way to something else. I was as green as the Hulk; more jealous even than last Christmas when my parents gave Zack an iPhone, and I got shoes.
“It’s not fair! How come you get superpowers? You don’t even read comics.” I ranted for a few more minutes—when I get goi