I’ve had superpowers since I was born. Well, I think I did. I found out about seven years ago, when I was five. I used to live in a farmhouse with my family. I just started floating one night and eventually learnt how to control it. It started getting harder when I found out my other powers. I almost got caught using super speed, and accidentally burnt the house down when I was ten, killing everyone but me in it. I’ve been at the orphanage for two years now.

I guess I just wanted to do some good, like the other superheroes, so I ran away. I got to New York in about two seconds. That’s where most of them live. Long story short, I got put in another orphanage and now it’s my first day at a new school.

Why does this seem harder than controlling my powers? I can’t even find the maths classroom!

“Where is M6?” I ask a girl who looks about my age.

“That way,” she says, pointing to the right.

“Thanks,” I reply, nervously.

I walk to where she pointed and see someone from my form.

“This is M6, right?” I ask.

“Yep,” he says, “I’m Greg by the way.”

“Eric.” We wait in an awkward silence until the teacher tells everyone to come in.

Now, I get I’m quite smart, but this is really easy. Maybe my powers enhanced my intelligence too?

“Eric?” Miss asks.

“Hmm?” I reply, looking up from my knee. I guess I was so deep in thought I didn’t realise the teacher was asking me a question.

“Can you answer the question please?” She says.

“Sorry, what was the question?” A couple people start sniggering, but I don’t care that much.

“Do you know what pi is? You should have done it in primary school but nobody here remembers.”

I nod. The school had to put me in set three, the middle, because they didn’t know where I would be at. “Its the ratio of a circle's circumference divided by its diameter. Also known as 3.1415926535. I know about a hundred digits but that might take a while.”