My sister is special. I get that, and am absolutely in no way jealous. So she can get shot and not die. Big freakin' deal. That's what Kevlar is for.

I honestly don't get why everyone is making such a big deal about her. It's not like she's the only one with powers. That cop who shot her could read minds, and that crazy Unabomber-looking dude completely blew up our house! That's way cooler than healing from a stapler attack.

But because of her, we had to move a completely new town. A new state. That's serious bullshit. And we have to "keep a low profile." That means I can't do anything outside of school. It means I can't even try and do really good in school because we can't risk drawing any attention to super special Claire.

She doesn't even know anything about her powers. Like it's so hard to figure out. It's pretty obvious to anyone that's willing to pay attention that Dad knows way more than he's letting on. And if you're also willing to dig a little deeper, anybody can easily learn a ton about who's chasing Claire.

For instance, Primatech? Not a real paper company. If I had a secret organization, I'd make my front company something way cooler than a paper company. Like a sports car factory. Or paintball.

And plenty of people online are willing to help you find information. After snooping around for a while I got an email from some guy in Vegas. He and this Israeli chick are compiling tons of info on "Primatech." I'm helping them out.

See, unlike Claire, I know how to keep a secret. I don't go around videotaping my new extracurricular activity. Claire sits around whining about how she doesn't know who she is, while I sit back and revel in the fact that I know exactly what's going on. I know exactly what my Dad's done (scary, let me tell you). Not only that, but I'm actually helping. I'm making a difference.

So let Claire have her super special healing ability. 'Cause she may have a superpower, but she's not the only one that's special.