The next day, I found myself sat in the front row of the class, doodling on the desk. The teacher was late, but that didn't surprise me much. After all this was only side-kick class, no one really cared weather or not we were taught anything.
The class door opened, and our teacher walked in "Good morning class, welcome to hero support" he said gesturing to the words on the black-board. I rolled my eyes "My name is..." he disappeared behind the chalk-board, before re-appearing in a weird costume. He jumped up onto the desk and I tilted my head "All American Boy" he finished. The room filled with awkward silence, and he climbed down from the desk "Of course now I only go by Mr Boy. But this year's gonna be my privilege to help each of you become the very best hero-support that you can be. Without hero support there wouldn't be any hero's. Alright maybe there would be hero's, but they would be very lonely hero's indeed. Yes?" he asked. Turning in my seat, I found Zach had raised his hand.
"Yeah, um when do we pick our nicknames and costumes. Because I call dibs on Zach attach" he shrugged.
"Well, you don't get to pick. On graduation day you'll be assigned to your hero, and he or she will decided what you will be called and what you will wear. I think this is mostly done in an attempt to stop clashing colours. That's why when I was paired with the commander, red, white and blue it was which for me was a good thing because it made the blue in my eyes really pop. Very dramatic" Mr Boy said, pulling down a poster of him and the commander in their costumes.
"Uh...excuse me, I didn't know you worked for the commander" Will said confusedly.
"I worked with the commander, we were a team. Mr...Mr...Stronghold. Stronghold, you Steve's son?" Mr Boy asked curiously.
"Yeah" Will replied.
"And he, he never mentioned me?" Mr Boy asked.
"I don't think so" Will shrugged apologetically.
"That makes, perfect sense because the commander doesn't have time to sit around flipping through scrap-books that I took the time to make for him. No the commander's gotta be out there saving the world! With your mom. She ever mention me?" Mr Boy asked hopefully.
"Uh..." Will paused as the room shook violently.
"Incoming!" Mr Boy shouted. We all ducked as dust fell from the ceiling. Soon enough the shaking stopped, but the lights had all blown out.
"Oh, look. He does glow" Majenta said. Turning my head, I found Zach glowing a neon-yellow.
"Told you" he said smugly.
"Greetings" We all turned our heads to see a teacher with a very large head in the doorway. My head tilted at the sight, it was pretty big "No worries, just a mis-fire in the mad-science lab. No need to panic, unless you're a single-cell organism" he reassured.
"Mr Medula, we in hero-support are taught never to panic" Mr Boy said. I looked around the room confusedly, finally spotting him attached to the air-vent. He fell onto the desk, flipping backwards and landing his head in the trashcan. We all laughed while he rose to his feet.
"My bad, I'll get the nurse. Unless she's injured" Mr Medula said, exiting the room. I chuckled and shook my head.
Sighing, I shoved my book into the still-boring locker. Hero-support class wasn't that bad I guess, but I didn't see the point in it. Everyone in this school had powers, I just didn't see the point in splitting us into groups...it seemed pretty idiotic.
"Hey Mel" I turned my head to see Layla walking towards me.
"Hi" I nodded, closing my locker door.
"You okay?" she asked worriedly. I nodded.
"Fine, just thinking about our school hero/hero-support system" I replied shrugging. She nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, I think about it too. It's so judgemental and unfair" she said shaking her head. Nodding, I started walking down the hall.
"I just...I don't know. I guess I don't like the thought of being tied to some jerk hero after High School" I admitted, crossing my arms.
"Wow, I hadn't thought of that" she said, her eyes narrowed in thought.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I'm bringing you down" I said apologetically. She shook her head.
"It's fine, don't worry" she reassured. I nodded but sighed as we turned the corner. Lash and Speed were stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, laughing about something or other.
"Layla, you go ahead. I'm gonna talk to Mr Boy about something" I lied. She nodded and headed towards the cafeteria. Turning back around, I hoped to god they hadn't seen me, I really wasn't in the mood to deal with them. But as a gust of wind blew my hair back, I knew it wasn't my best day.
"Where you goin' side-kick?" The sudden loss of weight on my head let me know that they'd take my hat...again. Inwardly screaming, I turned to face the two.
"Give me the hat back" I sighed tilting my head. They both smirked, obviously amused.
"Kiss me first" Lash said leaning down, my hat on top of his head.
"Bite me" I snapped irritatedly, my eyes flashing black. He leaned back, his eyes narrowed curiously.
"Your eyes" he muttered. Speed shot him a confused look.
"Dude what are you talking about?" he asked shaking his head. Lash sighed.
"Nothing, man. You're not getting the hat back" he said, smirking again while looking down at me.
"Yes I am, weather you want to or not you're giving it to me" I said, clasping my hands behind my back while shrugging innocently.
"You seem sure of yourself. Speed, why don't you wash circus-girls hat" he said, handing the black top-hat to Speed.
"Of course" Speed smirked. Glaring, I watched as he slowly made his way towards the boys bathroom a few feet away.
"Hey Speed!" I called. He turned to face me, the smirk still planted on his face.
It slowly disappeared as I let my eyes blacken, no colour showing, just black. Moving my hands up to the same level as my head, I slowly formed my hands into a fist. Speed froze, staring at Lash fearfully. Smirking, I opened up my palms. Speed's arms raised above his head, dangling like a ragdoll. I was fully aware of the staring crowd, but I didn't care, I was pissed and these boys were partly the cause. I slowly moved my hands forward, Speed's body moving back with my movements. Biting down on my lip, I moved my hands up and down, making it look as though Speed was doing a strange dance. A few people snickered, encouraging my actions.
"What the hell are you?" Lash asked, both curious and nervous.
"I don't know what to call it" I replied, my eyes locked on Speed. A shooting pain ran through my mind and I cried out, releasing the hold I'd had on Speed. He fell to the ground and I pressed my hands against my forehead, desperately trying to stop the stinging.
"Damn! That's some awesome power!" Someone exclaimed. I moved my hands, the pain finally subsiding.
"Now, give me my hat back" I said tilting my head at the two. Lash nodded to Speed, who at the action handed me back my hat. Smirking, I placed it back on my head "Thanks. It was nice playing with you" I waved, giggling innocently. They both narrowed their eyes and I entered the cafeteria.