Chapter 2

Henry and Megan walked into their first class, and scanned the room for empty seats. Locating two near the back of the room, Megan led Henry over, and they sat down. Henry immediately started introducing himself to the students sitting in seats near him while Megan simply scanned the room, a calculating look on her face.

He held his hand out to a stocky, muscular blonde girl but she ignored him. Sensing her hostility, Megan turned in curiosity- she could feel the girl's negative feelings even from where she was sitting a few desks over. Wow she thought I don't normally get a sense of people's feelings this strongly, even when I'm standing right next to them. After a while, Henry gave up trying to make friends with the girl, and turned to another student.

Professor Small, who had been sitting at his desk at the front of the room, stood up when the bell rang again. He was tall, extremely thin, with a mat of black hair on his head.

"Evil!" He roared suddenly, causing the students to jump. "What is Evil anyways? This will be the topic of discussion for the first week, because I believe it is important to really understand what each new group of students' perceptions of evil are. Do you guys see everything in shades of gray, with some crimes forgivable and others not? Or, do you believe there is a right and wrong way for everything? Or do you have another opinion altogether? By the end of the week, we are going to split into 2-4 teams, and throughout the year the teams are going to debate on which criminals from history were truly evil, and which were simply misguided. Today I am going to let you guys throw out your opinions and I will write them down. Then, Each person is going to choose his position and write a short essay on why they believe this position to be true. Over the week we will refine our views and form the teams. Any questions?"

Some students looked annoyed, while others looked interested. The majority of them looked bored, not seeming to care much about the philosophical question Professor Small had put in front of them. But not Megan. This was exactly the kind of thing she had been hoping for when thinking about coming to school here. She had been told that since there were so few schools of this type in the world, all the teachers were of the highest caliber- passionate about their subject, understanding, fair, teachers who truly wanted their students to learn something.

Professor Small exceeded her expectations. It was the first day, and he already had her thinking about things she never would have considered before. How did she view evil, she had honestly never thought much about it. Her mind whirling with ideas, she smiled, excited for the rest of the period.

Her next class was Strategy and Critical Thinking, a class meant to teach students how to keep a clear and logical head while in the middle of a fight. Henry wasn't in this class, but they promised to meet up outside his classroom so they could go to their next class, which they did share, together. Walking in the room, Megan was slightly relieved to see a seating chart on the board- she always felt a little shy while trying to pick a seat on her own. She found her name, then sat down next to the same burly blonde girl from the last class period. Looking at the seating chart, she noted that the girl's name was Valerie. Then teacher was nowhere to be seen, so Megan opened a notebook and to jot down a few ideas that she had about the evil assignment before class started.

When the bell signifying the beginning of class rang, the teacher still wasn't at his desk. None of the students were particularly concerned about this; it just gave them a little extra time to socialize. Suddenly, thick steel panels slammed down over the windows and the door, sending the classroom plunging into darkness.

Screams rang out, and students rushed to the thick plates of metal, trying with no avail to lift them back up.

"Hey!" Megan shouted as loudly as she could. "Calm down!" A shocked silence fell over the room, and people stopped trying to pry open the doors. "Does anyone here have superstrength?" A few students murmured that they did. "How about something that could damage or weaken the metal, like laser eyes or acid spit or something like that?" Snickering a little at her mention of acid spit, a few students told her that they did. "All right, you guys, and anyone else who might have a helpful power, come over to the panel covering the door. It would be no use to open one of the metal panels covering a window, we wouldn't be able to escape out into space anyways."

The students with powers that might be useful walked over to the metal panel. Megan instructed the ones that had powers that might weaken the metal to do that. One girl had hands that could heat up to extreme temperatures and melted the metal as much as she could. Another girl used sonic waves to pound against the metal, causing it to groan in protest. When they were done, the superstrong ones came up, and with some help from a boy with telekinesis, slowly pulled the metal plate free of the wall. The class cheered as the door was revealed, and Megan pushed it open, revealing a tall muscular mad with a buzz cut.

"Welcome to Strategy and Critical Thinking." He said simply, in a deep voice. "I am General Abrams, but you can call me 'sir.' What you have just experienced was your first test, and most of you failed." He looked over at Megan, and her heart dropped. "This young lady was the only one to keep her head and find a way out of the room. She is the only one that passed today." Megan flushed red, looking around at the annoyed faces of her classmates staring at her. She didn't want to be labeled the teacher's pet on the first day, she had just been trying to get out of a locked room.

"Now, we are going to start on one of the most important skills a super hero can have while in the middle of a fight: keeping a cool, logical head." He launched into an explanation of breathing techniques and other methods to keeping calm on a battlefield. Megan listened closely, trying to ignore the sidelong glances the other students gave her when the teacher praised her on her quick mastery of the breathing techniques and other methods.

Well, she thought to herself, I guess I will have to resign myself to being disliked in this class. Hopefully it won't be the same in any of my other classes.

She met up with Henry after class, and they compared schedules again. Unfortunately, they had different classes again- he had Intermediate Fighting Skills, and she had Beginner Fighting Skills. Anger flashed through her, and Henry looked surprised as Megan looked frustrated for the first time all day. He had never seen her with an angry expression. Wow, she looks just as amazing angry as she does happy. He thought to himself.

"What's wrong? Are you mad about your class?" He asked her.

"Yes! I don't understand why I have to take a beginner fighting class. I am more than capable as a fighter, my skills will be wasted in the beginner class!"

When he looked skeptical, she raised her angry eyes up to meet his, and he flinched a little at the force of her anger when it was aimed at him.

"You don't think I could do it either, do you." She said this as a statement rather than a question, and he gave her a sheepish look. "Just because I have mental powers instead of physical ones doesn't mean that I should be stuck in the beginner class." That was how they did it at this school. They placed the students with mental powers in a beginner class, because many superheroes with mental powers mostly relied on that power and did not fight as much as many of the other heroes. The school wanted to teach them at least basic fighting skills, so they were put in the beginning class. All of the students with a physical power like super strength or super speed were put in the Intermediate class, where they would learn more advanced fighting skills. Then, those whose superpowers gave them the ability to fight without having to learn took the Advanced class, where they put those skills to use and learned anything that they didn't already know.

This system did not allow for students with mental powers and amazing skill and knowledge of martial arts, like Megan. The fact that her power was so weak anyways did not help her case to be moved into a higher class. For most students,, this system was perfect, and it helped them learn to defend themselves much better than before. But Megan knew it all anyways, and she did not want to spend the next 4 years learning stuff that she already knew.

She had talked to the people in charge of students' schedules, but they had refused her request. So now, she was off to learn basic stances, how to fall, how to block a punch. All of the basics that she already knew perfectly. She turned away from Henry and started walking toward the class. Because their classes were right next to each other, she glared at his back as he walked into a class that would have suited her much more(although she really wanted to be in the advanced class).

Here's the next chapter! Please review! hope you like it :)