‘Technically,’ I thought, as I opened the door, ‘if I say part of the story and not the other then I’m not lying.’

“Where have you been?” Yelled my mum, rushing down the stairs, “you’ve been gone all weekend!”

“I had a sleepover,” I said quickly, “I don’t think my phone worked though so I couldn’t text you. I’m sorry.”

Obviously that’s not entirely true, but it’s not necessarily wrong. I was having a ‘sleepover’ at a villains house who had captured me, sure, but it’s still a sleepover. And when she broke my phone I knew it probably wouldn’t work, so that’s true too.

I just didn’t want my mum to know I was the superhero who was saving the city and getting hurt each day, even if I did have healing powers.