Sorry Again for the long wait. Uhh, ok so I think you all should know that this is the last chapter of Normal? Watch for the sequel no earlier than January 15th, and that's tentative. Marry Christmas and here's to a disappointing chapter.
Raven sat, completely drenched, in the counselor office. It was cold and antiseptic. She felt like she was waiting for a doctor, except of course she'd never been to one. The nervousness was just giving way to appreciation when an entire team of adults stormed in. Names where fired at her and she was left a little dazed.
The petite redheaded woman she recognized as her counselor, but they had never met. The balding fat man was the principal and he was too mad to talk. Sometimes you just have to count your blessings. Then there was another man. Tall but frail, balding but still attractive, if he ever had been. He was introduced as the school physiatrist. Then there was Jessica.
Even happy Raven hated Jessica.
They all sat in silence—waiting for someone else. And they were all looking at Raven as if she were going to explode. (Which, in all fairness, she could.)
Then every set of eyes moved to the door as though this were a timed drill. The doors swung open and in waddled the gaudy chicken that had started this to begin with.
Raven sat there not saying anything. She looked like a drowned rat. She stared at her judges. "Executioners" one of her emotions whispered to her. And wondered what would happen next.
"So…" the principal began. "You're a…" he stopped. "Is bang-baby offensive?"
"Meta-human." The social services woman clued him in.
"Freak!" Jessica spat out.
"Meta-human." He settled on. "You're a meta-human?"
Not exactly. "Yes," she lied and scolded guilty Raven.
"Why didn't you tell us that to begin with?" the stuffed rooster asked.
Because you would have taken me away from the Titans. "I don't know. You didn't ask I guess." She answered.
"Young lady," the chicken started with the tone of a disappointed mother, "not asking is no reason to withhold information."
How did I not get her name? "I didn't think it was that important." Liar!
"Well now you know it is and we have to ask you a few, specific, questions." The physiatrist stated in a matter of fact way.
With all the events, the other, more expressive Ravens were dangerously close to the surface, whispering in her ear.
"So." the principal began fearfully. "Uh, how do I say this?" he asked himself. "What exactly are your—uh—talents?" he looked at the social worker and she nodded as thought he had done something well.
Tell him everything! Anger hissed. Show him your power! Raven shut out that voice.
Show him everything. What do we have to hide? Happy suggested.
It doesn't matter; they'll lock us up anyway.
People leave be what they fear, and people fear power.
All the Ravens seem to agree that power was the way to go. Except Raven, the girl herself. "Telekinesis" was her final answer.
"Anything else?" the counselor asked.
Yes. "No."
"Could we see?"
Who asked that? Raven wondered and the room began to blur. "Sure." She heard herself say but she couldn't remember deciding to do anything. Her emotions were quite again and briefly she wondered why. She focused on a stapler, no too heavy, she was scared of showing true power. The appliance drifted over and into her hand.
"Why is it black?"
Because my father was evil. "It just is."
"A thin pressed lipped smile appeared on the social workers face. "Very good." She marked something down on the dammed clipboard. "Of course you will have to be removed form that—tower." She spat the last word.
What? All her emotions screamed.
Oh. There you are. The room went black and Raven collapsed.
((I have a love hate relationship with my readers. I love you but I love these kinds of endings too. Sorry I know you hate me right now. But there will be more.))