My first impression of the school was: It looks like shit. I'm not kidding, there were gang signs painted onto the walls, the locker doors, and was mainly dingy. The school I went to before moving was old but it was more well-kept than this place!

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and walked a little bit faster to keep up with my guide. He stopped at a door to a classroom, "And here is the classroom. Please note, lunch is next hour." And with that, he left.

Rude.

Social Anxiety making a show, I knocked on the door hesitantly. The voice inside stopped and said something, and the door opened, allowing me inside. My gut twisted, butterflies attacking the sides of my stomach, as I spoke, "Hi? I'm new here. The principal said she sent you an e-mail? I-I'm Anabeth Briggs."

The World Issues teacher frowned and moved towards his desk, opening up another program and reading the message. "Oh. Oh! Well, welcome to Winslow, Ms. Briggs, if you could take a seat, I'll get back to teaching- I'm the World Issues teacher, Mr. Gladly, but you can call me Mr. G; We've gotten to the cape portion of the class."

I nodded, taking the only other seat open- one by a girl who was doodling in her notebook. Sitting down, I pulled out my notebook and started taking notes- despite already having started the class in my old school, I hadn't gotten to this part where they discussed Capes, so this was slightly new to me.

Minutes passed as I wrote notes, then Mr. Gladly's tone changed a bit, "Let's wrap up here," he spoke, clapping his hands, "Sorry, guys, but there is homework for the weekend. Think about capes and how they've impacted the world around you. Make a list if you want, but it's not mandatory. On Monday we'll break up into groups of four and see which group has the best list. I'll buy the winning group treats from the vending machine."

A small roar of cheers came from some of the class. Several students got up and started chatting with Mr. Gladly, some started conversations with each other, while others just sat around doing something else. I packed up and slung my backpack on my back, trying to stand tall in the unfamiliarity.

Smoothing out my nerves, I held out my hand to the person I sat next to, "Hi, I-I'm Anabeth Briggs. N-new student."

The girl blinked, looking at my hand, as if surprised at being spoken to. Hesitantly, she shook my hand, replying, "I'm Taylor. Taylor Hebert."

Smiling at the cooperation, and hopefully making a new friend, I asked, "D-do you know where the bathrooms, r-restrooms, are?"

She nodded as the bell rang, "Yeah, follow me."

Doing so, we moved at a decent pace- about my usual, at least- up one staircase and she led me to the third floor. Marking the area in my mental map of the school, I entered in after her. I watched her as she twitched every time someone else enter, but did nothing. My leg was twitching; I stopped it. A stall opened up and Taylor quickly entered it.

It took a little bit longer for another stall to open up, but when it did I quickly entered it and slid the little locking thing, locking the door. I sighed as I rubbed my temples- the headache wasn't going away. Quickly reliving myself, I flushed then curled up and started rubbing my head- the headache wasn't going away, it was simply growing.

The door to the bathroom banged open, breaking me out of my headache-induced haze. My head jerked up at the sudden sound and, frowning, I looked towards the voices intermixed with running water. My head jerked to my left as I heard the sound of knocking- towards the source of it. A second passed, then the knocking happened again.

"Occupied," A voice called out hesitantly. Taylor? What's she doing here?

"Oh my god, it's Taylor!" a voice exclaimed outside the stalls. A whispered statement, "Yeah, do it," she replied.

The pattering of shoes on wet tiles happened, then the sound of someone trying to open a locked door. Mine. "It's locked." One of the girls- 'cause who else could it be- outside spoke.

"D-don't worry. I-I was just getting out," I said, curling out of the ball I was in.

A girl on the outside gasped, "It's the new girl!" A whispered conversation happened.

A ball of dread filled my gut. Standing up, I opened the door and blinked as it collided with something hard. Someone cried out in pain. I blinked- I didn't open the door that hard, did I? Peering around the door, I saw a girl with a body you could call 'supermodel' and red hair clutching her nose.

"I- um," I stuttered, "A-are you okay?" She scooted backwards, away from me. "I-I'm sorry, sometimes I forget how strong I am-" she scooted backwards a bit more, and I stopped myself from rambling, biting my bottom lip.

The red-head looked at the two other girls with her and muttered, "C'mon," sneaking glances behind her at me.

"Sorry?" I offered right before the door closed.

The stall next to the one I was in opened and Taylor came out, saying, "Don't apologize to them."

I blinked, frowning, "Why not? I didn't mean to hit the redhead on the nose- she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Taylor stopped from examining herself in the mirror, "Wait, red-head?"

I nodded, "Yeah, and had the body of a supermodel. I wouldn't be surprised if she's a model already," I muttered.

"That was Emma Barnes. She-" Taylor cut off as I let out a little squeak of pain clutched my head.

"I-I told you, don't- ow! Ow, ow, ow." I stumbled back and slid down the side of a wall, "No- don't- ugh, ow!" Blindly, I reached out with my arm towards a sink, feeling the edge of one I pulled myself up, and stared at my reflection, "No, d-don't- Ow! Stay, stay- ow. Stay." I took a few deep breaths- in, out, in, out. "Stay," I muttered one more time.

Looking over, I saw Taylor still standing there, looking at me confusedly. Grimacing, I said, "S-sorry, i-it's been a while since I've had one of these episodes." Flashes of memory- Taylor Hebert, age fifteen, alias: Skitter, Weaver, Kephri, Queen Administrator, the one who controls bugs. I grimaced again, "It rarely happens, and this has been the first in a long time." The one who kills a god.

"Who were you talking to?" Taylor asked.

I froze up and cringed- I was hoping she didn't notice- "I- um, uh- Frank- uhh-" my mind spun with realities; I've always been good at seeing different reactions of people when I tell them something. The only thing my mind was telling me, was that it was a bad idea. I ignored it; if this was canon- and I think it is- then, well, Taylor needs all the help she can. I took a deep breath, "Capes. T-they have this special source of power that- ow, Frank, shut up, I'm not telling her that- that, well, provides their power. Frank has, well- ow! Shut up- he's pinged yours. Ow- Frank's my source of power."

Taylor blinked. "What?"

I took a breath to explain it again, but she held up a hand, "No, I get it, but what."

I grimaced, "I know, it took me a while to understand, but Frank helped me." [SMUG PRIDE] I rolled my eyes at Frank's declaration.

"So, you know. . ." she waved her arms.

I shook my head, getting her meaning, "No! It's only Frank that pings the other sources of power, I don't feel anything. I didn't even know you were a cape until Frank told me."

"So, like, he can ping other capes and tell you without them noticing?" She was rightfully worried.

I shook my head, "No, it gives other capes a feeling of something tapping glass- well, at least that's what one of my old friends told me."

"Huh."

"Sooooo," I dragged out, "What are your powers?"

Taylor glanced around, specifically the door and the stalls, before saying, "Not here, someone might be listening in."

I shrugged, "Okay." I reached into my backpack and pulled out a small black box; opening it up, I flicked the switch on it- towards the side which had 'off' printed on it.

Taylor looked at it dubiously, "What is that?"

I held it up, smiling, "I call it the Black Box; it creates a force field that cancels out sound in a certain area- I turned it on when Frank warned me of the incoming attack."

"I-" She shook her head, "Nevermind. C'mon, let's go to my place."

"Okay!" I (Probably) made my first friend here! Yay! I couldn't repress the smile as I followed Taylor out of the school- the befuddled looks at me and Taylor did nothing to remove my mood- and onto a bus waiting at a bus stop.

This day, despite how chaotic it was, was what I'd consider a success. I made a new friend, despite me having a breakdown in front of her, and now we're going to each other's houses!

I chose to ignore Frank saying that we skipped half a school day to do so.

I have no idea what the heck I'm doing, but I'm doing it.

So, I've gotten back into the Worm fandom again, but hey- I'm bored, you're bored, we're all bored.

So, this is based off of a CYOA I did, and, well, here's the result. I'm going to cross-post this on Spacebattles.

By the way, there's going to be an alternate choice one of these- the first one i did- and i'm also going to post it. It'll be called- until further notice- No. Yup, that's it. It's called 'No'. If people want, I'll post the CYOA results that i did to show what her powers and choices are.

Until the next time my muse strikes,

-FreohrWK

(Additionally, for NMWH,WNS, the chapter's going to take a bit more time to write out, as my muse isn't actively trying to write that. I'll try to write on it from time to time, but my writing schedule's been thrown off from Spring Break.) [At least i've gotten some done on it.] {by 'some' i mean 280 words. ugh}