Jo nearly jumped out of her skin. Once she regained her balance, she turned to face her brother.
"I'm sixteen. I should be able to fly by now and I can't. I can do a bunch of other stuff, but I can't /fly/." she grouses.
"I bet you and Dad never had trouble flying. Or with heat vision. Or X-Ray vision." she says.
"How can I help people when I can barely control what I can do?"
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