Chapter 2:
She had her friends—they stuck together and shot the shit. She assumed she must have been well-known as her name was lost on very few, though "popular" wasn't exactly an adjective she'd use to describe herself. She was kind to people when kindness was due, and brazenly aggressive when it was not.
At 17 years old, she'd done her best to remain hidden with her talents at bay. Though at times, a certain kind of teenage angst did push her abilities to the surface.
She bent down to tie her shoe. It's very… insufferable being Different in this world.
A/N: Well there we have it! The second of many.