Location: Asgard, Nine Worlds
Time: Around 2 PM, relative to Earth.
Kian's POV
So, let's get this started
Right now, I'm here in the libraries, telling a scribe, Harry, to type this up. He might add his notes here and there. (Harry: I definitely will!) Since he'll be doing the editing for all our chapters, I sure hope you like him whoever's reading this in the future, this book might be the last thing he said-
"Kian, we need to make a start."
"Yeah, give me a minute!" I complained. "I'm setting things up!"
I turned to look at my best friend sprawled across a few beanbags. His fingers were in front of him, typing what I was saying on the holograms that came with his suit..
Before I lose any track of time or get distracted. Let's begin-
"Wait. Kian, what are you gonna call this book?" Harry perked his head up.
"Huh?"
"You know how you have 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone' or 'The Fellowship of the Ring' what's yours?"
I scratched my head. "I wasn't thinking of a title to be honest. with you."
He looked at me with wide eyes. "How about Kian's Bizzare Adventures?"
I shook my head. "No. You guys are just as important in this. This book isn't going to be just about me."
"Our Hero Academy?"
I just chuckled. "That's taken."
Harry thought about it. "Hmm, thinking about why we're writing about...and since you are an important part of it. How about Archangel Rising?"
"That does sound cool actually," I replied. "Who would have thought that you would come up with it."
Harry clicked his tongue. "I aim to please. So can we start?"
"Sure."
Prophecy
"See his past and what they have learned,
why they have these powers and how he has turned.
Watch how a symbol of peace, hope and justice mourned and cried,
how that day a part of him died.
He is broken, full of grief and terrible pain.
Without your help, worlds will not remain"
14th June 2004
Location: Richmond, London, United Kingdom
Time: I think around 12-3 PM?
Weather: Clear and Sunny Skies
Kian's POV
Chapter 1: Kian Taylor: Origins Part 1
My story begins on the last day of primary school.
I stood out in the field, feeling the soft wind flying past my face as I played with Harry. We were kicking around a football as we spent our last lunch break together.
"So," Harry started. "Any news about this 'Hero School' your dad's been telling you about?"
I shook my head sadly. "Nothing. Dad said that he would tell me when I was 12 so I'm guessing he's going to tell me by the end of August."
I thought back to what started this, this dream of mine and how I had prepared myself for it, ever since I heard my dad told me about it since I was a small child.
Around August 1998...
"You were a Superhero?!"
That was my reaction when my dad told me about it. I just kept staring at him with newfound awe. In that moment, I was a kid with the Christmas present they wanted on Christmas Day. "Were you really?! Don't tell me you're making this up?!"
He smiled and nodded.
See, I was 6 or 7 when he told me about this. I had asked him for a good bedtime story since the ones he used to read me were very boring and bland. So he decided to tell me stories of his past. He told me how he used to save people as a superhero back when he was younger
"I...was a superhero Kina. But I retired a long time ago," he placed a hand on my head and smiled at me kindly. My dad had a light scruffy beard, rugged tan skin and dark eyes, almost obsidian stones behind his square rimmed glasses. Some people used to say that he was scary but I didn't have a clue what they were talking about! He was the nicest and best dad in the whole world!
"I have some stories but are you sure you want to hear about them? They can get scary!" Dad tickled me and I laughed for a little bit before he pulled back.
"Tell me about it!" I said snuggling under my covers. "Please please please?"
Dad sighed and explained. "There is a place, far away from here. It's a place full of special people with special powers. They constantly train themselves, putting themselves through harsh conditions, all to save others from harm. We call them Heroes. Like the heroes you see in TV and the movies!"
"Woooow!" My little mind was blown into smithereens. "I wanna go, I wanna go! I wanna go!"
Dad laughed and then patted my head. "Are you sure Kina? Being a hero is hard work!"
I shook it off, which given how single-minded I was when I was that age, it was to be expected. "Yeah!" I fist-bumped the air. "You told me all those stories so I'm going to be a hero, just like you Dad! It's going to be awesome!"
Dad sat up in the chair before bringing his hand together. "I think I might have opened up a can of worms with this but I'll let it pass. So, Kian? Do you want another hero story?"
I nodded. "Of course I do!"
Dad went on to tell me more stories. I don't remember every single one but I remember a few of them. There was a story about a person who could run twice the speed of sound, a person who could shape the ground into anything they wanted and to finish it off, a person who could create swords out of nothing. With what I hard, my goal had been set.
It was way too early but I already knew what I wanted to do. The more stories my dad told me, the more I was determined to go there, I never faltered and gave up
Around August 1999...
"Can you teach me, please?!" I asked my Mum. "Please?!"
I was in the living room and walked up to my parents on the couch. My mum turned to me almost immediately. She had bright blonde hair neatly parted down the middle and had bright sky blue eyes that put everyone at ease, but that may be because she always made me feel safe.
"Are you sure Kian?" she asked played with her fingers.
I nodded furiously like I a bobblehead. "Yeah! I want to be a superhero! I wanna be a superhero, I wanna be a superhero!"
Mum laughed and then parted the hair that had come in front of my eyes. "I'll teach you telekinesis at least for now, Dad will teach you self defence."
"Yay!" I cheered loudly.
Mum had explained that I had her powers, due to it being genetic. She told me that she saw me moving some toys when I was little. Me being curious, I had some more questions to ask her. "Um, Mum I've been meaning to ask you. Why can I move things with my mind but not others? Don't they have superpowers?"
Mum took a deep breath, got out a bar of chocolate and carried me in her arms before putting it in my mouth. It was unwrapped, of course, she didn't just feed paper to a child. "Kian, we've been meaning to tell you ever since you asked this okay? So take a deep breath and make sure you're comfortable."
I did as she told me. "What is it?"
"You are...an alien."
I dropped the chocolate bar but Mum caught it in mid-air. I kept staring at my Mum, my little mind blown again! I grew up thinking I was like everyone else like I was a human being! The only things I knew about aliens were that they came from mars and had green skin because of those old sci-fi movies. I looked at myself again because I was sure I didn't have green skin and I was sure I wasn't from Mars! I turned to Mum.
"I-I'm a what?!"
"You're an alien. Plain and simple!"
"As in I'm from up there?!" I pointed to the sky. Mum laughed and put the chocolate bar back in my mouth.
"Not exactly. You were born in Bedford, a small town just north of London. We were looking for places to live when you were born. You were born on Earth, it's just us. We were born on another planet." Mum explained. "You look like a human on the outside-" she poked at my chest and it made me giggle. "-but you're an alien in here"
I read a lot of comic books because I liked the pictures so one obvious thought popped into my mind. "Does that mean I'm Superman?!"
Mum laughed and pouted. "I'm sure your Dad and I are very much alive, Kina!" she played with my hair. "And that is just a story, it's not necessarily true all the time."
"Oh," I said sheepishly. "Sorry!"
Mum laughed and then hugged me tightly. "It's okay. It's important for children to read. Now come on, let's start practising with these powers." She let me down on the floor and grabbed a plate from the nearby coffee table. She showed it to me and held it in place. "I want you to use your powers to hold this plate in the air, okay?"
I nodded. "Okay, Mum."
I put my hand out and I concentrated and I could feel a surge of energy flow within my 7-year-old body. I focused it on the plate and I could feel the weight of it. Mum wiped my hair and sat on the floor in front of me. "Now, I'm gonna let it go okay? You have to move it into my open hands."
She let go and holding the plate was now a lot harder. It felt like I was trying to lift a bag of sugar, even though it was a simple dinner plate I was trying to lift. Mum had her hands open like she was playing with a little toddler which she was. "Come on, Kina. If you want to be a superhero, you have to work hard!"
I gave it my all and moved the plate into Mum's open hands. She caught it and before I knew it, I was pulled into her arms like a magnet. She happily hugged me and kissed my forehead lovingly. "Well done Kina! but if you want to be a superhero, you have to work harder than you have before okay? This was a very good first attempt."
I nodded, enjoying the safety in my mum's arms. I could feel a headache starting to form and I winced. Mum took notice and pressed a couple of fingers to my temple. "It happens to all the first-timers, don't worry, when you get better, it'll fade. It's just like a muscle!"
She flexed her arm and I giggled. "Yeah, I'll practise super hard!" I replied. "I'll do it every day!"
"And remember Kian, don't ever tell people that you have superpowers okay?"
And that was that.
Every day I trained with Mum on my telekinesis and Dad reluctantly taught me self defence. He refused to teach me beyond that since he didn't need me to get in trouble at school. Practising with Mum allowed me to gain a range of 10m where my Telekinesis can affect, and it was useless.
And I thought that was it, that I would become a superhero like that and everything would go so well.
Around October 1999...
It was a "What do you want to be when you grow up?" lesson that took place in my primary school. You know, something that everyone does when in school.
I was in Year 4 (which is like a British School Year. Look it up) with my primary school friends, Harry and Violet. We were taught by our class teacher Mr Rennan Silva, who we would call Mr Ren because he thought it sounded cooler.
Most of the kids answered Footballer, a profession where you kick a football for 90 mins and get paid a lot of money for it. Why would they pick it? ell bthe thought of being rich and famous was something they wanted to be. The smart people in the class, Harry and Violet wanted to be an Engineer and a Doctor which was cool. They would make your average parent very happy
But for me...I made the mistake of saying Superhero out loud.
"What?! Is he serious?!" a kid in the back shouted. He had sepia skin and he was sort of like David Beckham (Look him up!) because well, he was good at football. "Why didn't you pick footballer?!" he asked again
"I just really want to be a superhero!" I replied naively, not realising what I was getting myself into
The kid looked taken aback a little. "You do realise they're all stories right? They're not real! Are you crazy or something?"
"I'm not crazy!" I shrieked. "See, I can move stuff with-"
I suddenly remembered what my Mum had told, to not show my powers to anyone and anyone I knew. I looked up to see everyone surround me with curiosity.
"What, you can move stuff with your mind?!" the kid looked on with a mixture of smugness and surprise. "Go on, show it then."
"Leave him alone!" Violet spoke out.
"What?!" he asked again. "I want to see what he's made of, don't tell me you want to know too?"
"I'm sorry, I c-can't."
Varahad, the name of the tanned kid laughed. "I knew you were mental. Now, pick a real job!"
Now, ordinarily, anyone would have kept my mouth shut but me being me, I spoke out. "I w-will be a superhero!"
The kid looked back with disgust and horror. "You really don't get it do you?!" the kid yelled back. "You don't have any powers so how are you going to be a superhero? That's just unrealistic. So can you really say you can be a superhero?"
I wanted to answer I did but I kept my mouth shut, never knowing the true reason why. I sheepishly spoke up. "N-no."
"That's what I thought," Varahad said. "Why the hell would you want to be a superhero anyway? You would be beaten up the moment you step out. Your aren't tough enough to take a punch."
The rest of the kids surrounding us mattered to themselves and dispersed around me, leaving me to sit with my head in my hands, my face burning hot with at what I had faced.
"Don't worry, Kian," Violet said comfortingly. "It'll all blow over and everything will go back to normal."
If only what she said was right.
"Kian incoming!"
I snapped back to the present day. I sharply glanced upwards and leaned back, chesting the airborne ball and letting it drop, controlling it with my feet before I kicked it back to Harry who looked impressed at the fear
"Shouldn't have doubted you. You were always good with a football at your feet," he gave me a grin.
Harry demonstrated impressive control of it as I had. "Same Harry, remember us playing together?"
Oh, I should introduce ourselves. I'm Kian Taylor, my full name Kiannen Alexander Micheal Ewan Taylor which made me sound like I came out of the royal family and I hated when people called me by my first name, so I went with Kian
The person in front of me was Harry, full name: Harrison Arthur Pendragon. He was my age, complete with milky white skin, dark hair and eyes. He had this uncanny ability to make jokes quickly, he was always the smartest out of the both of us, so that was to be expected
"Hey! Give us a touch!"
I glanced at the voice and I knew this was bad news. His eyes ready to cause Chaos between the two of us. "Come on then, I'm waiting."
"Damn it's him again!" Harry whispered
The person was Varahad Khan. His skin was a shade of sepia which, his dark curly hair streaked his forehead. Ordinarily, He and I would get along with, in fact, we did but after what happened, this relationship turned sour.
"I know," I muttered under my breath. I turned to Varahad. "Uh, sorry. I'm not
Varahad did a double-take. "I'm sorry, did you say no?"
"Yeah, sorry," Harry replied sheepishly.
I did my best to put down the rising feeling in my stomach down but it was beginning to emerge.
Varahad laughed at this display. "Don't try to play the hero Kiannen. How many times have I told you, superheroes don't exist in real life."
I clenched my fist knowing how wrong he was. I wanted to show him, that I did have powers but I couldn't for 2 reasons: 1. He was too far away for my telekinesis to affect him and 2. My parents had made a promise to never use my powers in public, a reason I still didn't know. Right now, it was something I was starting to regret not asking them sooner.
Wanting to be a superhero became an obsession, something I couldn't let go no matter what. This would have been fine had I grown up into the world I was yet to know, but not on Earth.
Varahad laughed. "You know what's going to happen?"
"What?"
"You're going to give me the ball...and you're not going to do anything about it." He sneered. "You're on the last chance, right? One more incident and you're done."
Unfortunately, he was right. During primary school, I had gotten involved in a lot of fights. Whenever I saw someone trying to hurt others, I couldn't stand there and do nothing to help. A part of me had to get involved and not all of it ended up going my way.
Around August 2001...
"Your nothing but an idiot!" Varahad yelled at Violet.
"Okay, that's too far!" Harry stepped to defend her. "Take that back!"
I perked up at what Varahad said. We were all put into one group trying to work on a science project which there were speedbumps. I saw Violet looking on sadly as she made a simple mistake, which was easy enough to correct, requiring a simple correction on her part.
Varahad didn't think so. "Isn't that right, stupid girl!"
When I saw how upset she was. I stepped up this. "You take that back!"
Varahad laughed. "And what, what are you going to do?! Use your superpowers that you don't have?!" he sneered. "Look at Kiannen everybody, he's going to use his superpowers!"
"My name is Kian!" I spat out.
"Kiannen is a girl's name. What are you going to do? Superman, try to defend her? Just because you think you're on the football team doesn't mean you can go up against someone like me!"
"I'm not doing this because I think I'm a superhero, I'm doing this because this is the right thing to do!"
Varahard sneered and I saw him about to move, about to throw a punch at my stomach like I was in slow-mo. Dad taught me how to dodge it and take him down but I froze up at the moment, forgetting everything that my parents had taught me. I realised how many people were looking at us, looking at me with judgement, deciding I was nothing but a loser
The punch hit my stomach and I was hit across the face a couple of times. I dropped to the floor and gasped for breath. My cheeks stung with the pain, my eyes were blurry as I looked up at the person who had struck me.
I tried to get up but Varahad stamped on the back of my neck. "Stay down, unless you want to die, disabled lunatic!"
It would have gotten worse had my teacher not stepped into action. And because of the amount of pain I felt, I remember exactly how it went. Mr Silva hurried to me and shoved him with his shoulder, sending him stumbling backwards. "What are you doing?!"
"I-I-I-" Varhard stammered. "He started it!"
Mr Silva was one of the good teachers we had but when he got angry, no one wanted to be on the receiving end. "I don't care who started it. You shall not raise your hand against a fellow student! I'm disappointed in you." He looked at the crowd surrounding us. "Get back to whatever you were doing."
Varahad stormed off and the rest of the crowd dispersed. Mr Silva kneeled down and got me up. "I'll try and sort this out. Hang in there Kian."
Later at home...
Mum was cleaning the scratches that I had endured in the latest fight. I winced as she put on some medical liquid.
"You know Kian, the point of Self Defense is to fight back, not stand there and get hit!" Mum replied. "Why didn't you hit back?"
"I don't know. I just froze when he was going to punch me and...then I ended up on the floor." I replied. "I'm sorry Mum, I promised you that I wouldn't get into more fights."
"Well, technically that kid started the fight. Can you tell me what happened?" Mum asked
"Well Varahad, he called Violet an idiot for making a simple mistake and I just snapped. Violet was really sad I couldn't just let it stand!" I said boldly, but winced again when Mum cleaned off a scratch. "The principal said that I shouldn't have done that."
Mum laughed. "Seriously, he said that. You know what Kian, you should be proud of yourself, you stood up for your friend because you couldn't stand seeing her hurt. Keep that will going...and next time you get in a fight, don't freeze up."
I smiled at her words and heard the door open. Dad walked in and as soon as he looked at me, his eyes widened with horror. He came over and hugged me tightly. "What happened to you?!"
Mum moved and kissed Dad on the cheek, she then went on to explain what happened. Dad turned to me and sighed. "Again. Did you at least get a good hit in?"
I shook my head. "Sorry Dad, I-I just froze."
Dad ran a hand through my hair. "Hey, it's okay. I don't expect you to turn into a martial artist anytime soon. I think more sparring is necessary, you need to overcome the fear of fighting," he explained. "We'll start with dodging, and we'll work up from there, okay?"
"Yeah got it."
Dad smiled. "If you do get into fights, and you're too scared to fight back, it's okay to run sometimes. Just try not to get into more fights, the school is already giving you the last chance."
"I'll try my best." I nodded.
"Good because if you do get expelled, you won't be allowed to go where you want to go. The school won't accept expelled students," Dad explained. "Says it gives a bad reputation if they accept troublemakers."
That strengthened my drive and also horrified me at the same time. "I won't get expelled. Not me!"
Mum chuckled. "You know it says something about the education system when they're going to let someone as bright as you be expelled."
"I'm not as smart as Harry," I sighed. "I mean he always gets higher than me, Violet too in all the tests Sometimes, I feel like I'm useless, all they do is make fun of me when I told them I wanted to be a superhero."
"And you'll show them that you'll do it." Mum said. "When you're faced with something tough, what do you do?" Mum asked me
"I keep going?"
Mum nodded. "And you'll exactly that. You were too stubborn to give up then, and you won't be now. So keep that drive up, it's one of your greatest strengths."
"Hey, Superman, I'm talking to you!"
I snapped to see Varahad looking on in a sneer. He chuckled darkly and then turned to me. "Can't you pay attention-oh wait, I remember how you're disabled!"
"That's enough!" Harry retorted quickly. "Just because he has ADHD doesn't mean he's disabled!"
"And what are you going to do?" Varahad turned to him. "Don't tell me you're going to stand up for Harry Potter here."
I hated that name, that and Superman.
Why did he call me that? While I went to primary school, mum had given me a pair of glasses that hid my natural eye colour. I was born with an unnatural magenta colour, one that mum told me to hide when I went out of the house.
I didn't know at that time why I had purple eyes, and I wanted to show it to everyone in school but my parents had told me not to never show it to anyone like it was something to be ashamed of, so I hid it behind those glasses, listening to her
I turned back to Varahad, my teeth chattering at the prospect of getting into a fight again. "L-Leave us alone, go and get another football. I'm sure you can ask for some from the others. Don't bother us!"
"Oh, I know. See, I just wanted an excuse to beat you up."
"What?! Why would you do that?!" I shouted, anger igniting deep in me. "I haven't done anything to you?!"
"Are you sure?!" He spat angrily. "You don't even know how much I hate you. You get the highest grades, you always do the best in PE, even with your condition and your stupid dream. You're nothing but a freak!"
"That's not true!" Harry defended me. "Shouldn't you be inspired by him?"
Varahad scowled. "Hell no, I'm not going to be inspired by some hyperactive lunatic. I'm going to get you expelled, right here!"
He started to charge towards me but I sidestepped on reflex. Varhard tried again and I sidestepped again, narrowly dodging his attack. A large number of people had gathered around the two of us, chanting 'FIGHT' 'FIGHT' 'FIGHT' as we duked it out...well it was more me dodging blows and him trying his best to hit me. After being in so many fights with him, I knew how he would fight so this was just easy.
"Come on throw a punch!" Varahad screamed. "Come on!"
I wasn't going to punch him at all. I didn't want to hurt him and I didn't really care what he thought of me. I kept dodging his attacks because I was scared of getting expelled so I held back from attacking.
He threw more punches, I kept dodging and this went on for a few more minutes before a few teachers got involved. They weren't surprised to find out the two of us were involved. It was broken up quite easily since I just stepped back. Everyone stood there for a few minutes before Vaharad's friends spoke
"Kian started it!" one of them said. "I saw it happen!"
"Yeah," the other one said. "Varahad asked to play and Kian started on him."
The rest of the crowd murmured with them, unsure of what happened since they didn't see it. I was beginning to feel uneasy since I was walking on thin ice. I looked over to Varahad and there was a smug smile on his face like he accomplished his mission
"Not you two again!" A teacher said exasperated. "Kian go to the Principal's office."
"Yeah, freak!" one of Varahad's friends said. "That'll teach you to play the hero."
As he said that one, the crowd looked at me and muttered to themselves. "What a weirdo, he wants to be a superhero, he does realise that's it made up, right?"
This went on for a while as I walked to the principal's office, my feelings hurt slightly. I would have been sad but this happened to me while I was in primary school. Every time I played hero or even stood up to someone, I would get bullied mercilessly, saying that my goal of being a superhero was just some stupid dream I needed to let go
I didn't let go. I never did.
I held on to that dream like a vice grip
Even when they laughed at me, even when I felt sad, I held on to the day that my dad would tell me about this superhero academy, something I wanted to attend so bad, all that training was for that one day I could stand proud and call myself a superhero.
I ignored the insults that I faced daily but it still hurt when they said it.
To them, I was nothing but a loser who went to the same school as them. Some part of me wished I hadn't told them what I wanted to be back then but what was done was done. After what happened earlier, I was probably going to get expelled at this rate
My dream of going to that school going up in smoke.
As I sat on the chair outside the principal's office. I waited for a few minutes before I heard someone walk up to me. I looked up to see someone familiar smile at me.
Harry waved. "Hey, you doing okay?"
"Yeah, I am." I shrugged. "Sorry I dragged you into this, this is probably the last time you'll see me. I'll be expelled."
Harry laughed. "Yeah, no chance. I told them what happened. Did you think I'd let you get in trouble when you didn't start it?"
"What did they tell you?"
"They told the principal about it but he seemed to not be bothered with you. You know, I just wonder if you like being in trouble." Harry sighed. "I know you like to play this hero, but don't you think you should stop this?"
"What do you mean stop?!"
Harry sat on the chair next to me. "Think about it. We've been waiting for your dad to tell us about this place, this 'Superhero Academy' ever since we were little kids, and he's not told us anything so far"
"I know, I know. But he said he would tell me when I'm 12." I replied.
"Yeah. But don't you have any other dreams? I mean, being a superhero is what everyone wants to do as a kid right?" Harry replied. "I mean I want to, but I don't exactly have superpowers."
"You mean apart from the suit you've working on?" I asked
"Well...I can't get it to fly, and it just makes me a bit stronger. It's not like I put it on and I'm suddenly Superman," he answered. "If I'm being honest, I think we should both let go of that dream."
My stomach turned uneasy. "W-what are you on about?"
"Look, I don't want to either but come on, do you think your dad's gonna tell us? Every time you ask him, he seems so hesitant to tell you." Harry said. with a hint of sadness in his voice. ".I don't think he's going to tell us at all."
"Dad did say being a superhero was tough." I tapped my knees together. "But no, I trust him, I trust that my dad would tell me about this. Besides, he's never let me down, not ever!"
Harry sighed. "Okay, Kian. I'll trust you with this. Did you know what you were doing, you know, when they did that 'What do you want to be when you grow up' class?"
I nodded. "If I had realised that everyone would laugh at me when I said I want to be a superhero, I would have said something else. I'm starting to regret it saying it loud."
"Yeah, me too. You know, I wonder if this superhero academy thing exists. It's like something out of a comic book! If that's true, then am I the Batman to your Superman?"
"Our parents are very much alive and no I don't think so. I wasn't raised on a farm and you aren't a billionaire."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, your right."
I heard the door open and the principal walked out. He was bald man, with a pot-belly, pale skin and receding hairline. I could guess he was in his late fifties because my dad said he was in his late 30's. My mum said he looked like a model when he was younger
I, unfortunately, did not inherit Dad's model-like looks...at least not until I hit puberty given how my says I look like a model now.
Mum's am I right?
"Oh," he eyed me and Harry. "It's you again. Another fight?"
Harry and I nodded.
He spoke sternly. "I'll be talking to your parents about this, on the last day of school too. You should know to not get into any fights."
"But he started it!" I replied. "And I didn't hit back!"
"No buts!" the principal raised his voice a little. "I told you, no fights. You could have been expelled had it not been for Mr Silva. I'll be talking to you and your parents after school! Do you understand?!"
I sighed. "Yes."
"Yes...sir." the principal corrected with a wicked smile.
Normally school principals would be very reasonable and treat you fairly. But not him, he hated me. Every time I was involved in a fight between me and Varahad he would try and get me expelled, even if I was on the receiving end. To him, Varahad was the best at everything, but me, I was nothing. If I there was dust on the ground, then he'll see no difference between me and it.
"I think that's enough, sir."
I turned to see someone familiar. It was Mr Silva-Mr Ren I mean. He was a few years older and his blonde hair split down the middle, long enough to barely reach his eyebrows. His amber eyes glinted like they were looking for something that wasn't there. He was dressed in a black waistcoat, a white shirt and red tie underneath it, giving the impression of a well-dressed teacher.
"Mr Silva, w-what are you doing here?" the principal questioned him.
Mr Ren was my favourite teachers in this school. He got me out of trouble and came to my defence when the other kids tried to get me into trouble. He was a good teacher so that further pushed him up my cool list.
"I came to get my students back," Mr Ren answered. He put his hands in his pockets. "It's the last day and be a little less harsh on your students, especially a student as bright as Kian."
The Principle, Mr Gears' eyes seemed to flash with red and I swore it was just something I saw in my mind. He cleared his throat. "Sure, just remember to call his parent, he'll need to answer for his crimes."
Mr Ren chuckled. "Crimes, he's not broken any rule. Please hold your bias against him."
"Might I remind you, you are in my employ?!" Mr Gears spat back. "And you will do as I say!"
"Yeah yeah whatever," Mr Ren said casually. he turned to me. "Come along Kian, Harry. Let's go back to class."
"Yes, run along you two., make sure you behave yourself." Mr Gears replied. I could sense something off with him. I mean there was no way a person like that existed with some kind of hatred for me and me only. If I could, I would have punched him in the face but I knew that would have gotten me into more hot water with him.
Mr Ren kneeled to my eye level and glanced between me and Harry. "Are you two doing okay?"
"Yeah, thanks for saving us!" Harry replied. "I swear that guy has a grudge match against Kian."
"Yeah, I noticed that too," I replied. "Am I really going to get expelled?"
"Like hell you will!" Mr Ren announced loudly. "You won't get expelled don't worry. I've made sure of that."
"Am I in trouble?"
Rennan shook his head. "No your not. I've told your dad about this and he's going to sort this out."
"Is he angry with me?" I asked him, nervous about the response.
"Angry...yes, at you, no." Mr Ren explained. "He and I both furious that the principal is trying to kick you out. We'll talk about this later, right now it's back to class, especially since this is your last day. "
I nodded and soon made our way to class which involved a lot of jeering and me being made fun of. Varahad and his gang of three people one of whom was Kai (which is why I hate the nickname Kai because it reminded me so much of him, that's why I asked my friends to call me Kina instead) threw a paper ball, telling me how he was glad to see me expelled.
Fortunately, Mr Ren was there to stop his antics. If he wasn't our class teacher, let's just say I would have left a long time ago. Mr Ren made going to school worth it, that and my friends Harry and Violet.
After class had ended. I waited outside, Harry standing next to me while the rest of the kids just looked at me with sneers, glad that this loser wasn't going to be a part of their life anymore.
"Hey," Harry replied. "At least that way you won't see them again right?"
"Yeah, at least that's nice." I sighed sadly. ""Now I have to talk to the principal while everyone has a nice summer holiday." I propped myself on a bench and found myself thinking, wondering to myself if I was ever going to go to this superhero high school ever in my life.
After being bullied throughout primary school, I didn't exactly feel confident in a lot of things. I was once part of the school football team, ended up as top scorer for a few years before I lost confidence and was forced to leave.
"Kian, hey!"
I turned to see Violet Schwartz. She was a girl of my age with soft black hair that fell and brushed just past her shoulders. She had skin the colour of chocolate and a round face, complete with shiny blue eyes and a sweet smile.
"Hey, Violet," I waved at her. "What are you doing here?!"
"Well, I came to say bye. That and my Mum's going to take some time coming to pick me after school." She sat down on the bench near me. "So what school are you going to go to?"
"Oh, uh-" I ignored the rising feeling in my stomach. "I-I don't actually know. My D-dad was going to tell me about it but I don't think he will."
"I'm sure he will. Besides, what kind of school wouldn't accept you."
"I don't know, I've been nearly expelled from this one," I replied. "I'm not the perfect model for a student, I mean I have ADHD. That's surely going to put off some schools of. "
"That's not a bad thing," Violet said and turned to Harry. "Wouldn't you say, Harry?"
Harry nodded. "No matter what school you go to, I think you'll be fine. Besides, you have good grades don't you? And someone with ADHD makes you that much better than a normal person."
Before I could say anything, I heard the roar of an engine, the engine of a Mercedes and knew my dad had arrived. I glanced to where heard the car and saw open the door and get out. He was dressed in a black zipped up jacket and trousers His black hair was spiked up with a couple of strands streaking his forehead
"Hey Kina," Dad smiled. "You doing okay?"
"I'm not so sure," I replied. "I might get expelled today and I won't be able to go to the school I wanted to."
He laughed and ran a hand through my hair. "Don't worry about that, I'll try and make sure he won't try and expel you. I always sensed something was wrong with him."
He turned to Harry and Violet and gave them a smile. "Hey, you two. Your parents are by the gates. I know you'll be worried about Kian but he'll be safe, I can promise you that."
Violet nodded. She moved and hugged me before speaking. "Have a nice summer Kian!"
"Y-yeah, I'll try to." I replied. "You too."
"I'll be going home. You'll tell us what happened right?" Harry asked me.
"Of course!" I fist-bumped him. "I'll see you after the meeting!"
He waved and walked home, leaving me behind with my dad. I noticed how there was a complex tattoo of a sword on his left hand which I thought was very cool. "Ready to go in?" he playfully ruffled my messy black hair
"Yeah. Let's get this over with!"
