Raquel Ervin
Sandy was bored of being in the mountain. He lazily pushed the bedroom door, of the last teenager, open. Raquel wasn't in bed. She was asleep at her desk. Sandy bounced over. Raquel's nightmare was that her lack of experiance would be the down fall of her and her friends. She was curled up in a force-bubble, crying about the fact she was a fallier. Sandy patted Raquel's spiky brown hair and Raquel eased. She dreamt of one day being a member of the Justice League.
I am really bored with this story.