Most kids my age want to be like the superheroes that they see in movies or read about in comic books. But not me. I've always been fascinated by the bad guys. They are always more interesting characters. If I ever got superpowers I would use them to terrorize the city and become the world's greatest supervillain.

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I was not a happy kid. I didn't like going to school, didn't have any real friends, and kept getting into trouble with my teachers. If I were a supervillain I'm sure they'd all be nicer to me. But how does a 9 year old go about getting superpowers? Well, I'll tell you how.

On my way home from another horrible day at school I came across a loud and colourful man named The Inventor. "Hey kid! Life got you down? Don't like school? Have no friends? Want to become a supervillain?" "Yes to all of the above!" I shouted with joy. "I designed a special suit of armour and you're just the guy I've been looking for to give it a try." "Oh boy!"

When I arrived at The Inventor's secret lair I wasn't very impressed. It just looked like a regular building. But then we took an elevator down to his high-tech lab downstairs. It was filled with all the many cool gadgets he had designed. And then I saw it, the special suit that would make me into the world's most feared supervillain. "With my brains and your brawn we'll be unstoppable!" The Inventor snickered with a sly grin.

"Before we get started I want you to wear the armour for a little while. Once you're comfortable with it, we'll find out what this baby can do." "I can't wait!" "The first thing we need to do is come up with a cool name for you." "How about Supervillain?" "That's not very original." "Look who's talking Inventor?" "Touché. We'll go with Supervillain for now but we need something with a bit more pizzazz." "The Supervillain?" "Sigh. If that's what you want."

The next morning I was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as I met up with The Inventor. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? That's not how a supervillain would talk. No, I was ready to destroy my enemies. Yeah, that sounded wicked cool. "Are you ready to take your super suit out for a test drive?" "Let's do it Inventor!" This armour was awesome. It allowed me to fly, shoot lasers, and gave me amazing strength. The armour was also made from an indestructible material so nothing could hurt me.

The Inventor took me to a construction site where I demolished every vehicle I could find. I easily crushed all the big trucks as if they were empty cans of pop. All of the construction workers were afraid of me and ran away to hide as I destroyed everything in my path. I felt so tough and so brave. Felt good to have so much self-confidence for a change.

I was able to take out all of my frustrations on the city. I destroyed buildings with my powerful armour and laser beams. People were screaming and sirens were blaring as I unleashed havoc upon the world. Now everyone will know how it feels to be frightened, confused, and angry. I was enjoying having so much power but why didn't I feel any better about myself?