Hero High
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New Classmates
It’s early afternoon, but the dew is still fresh. My suitcase lies sideways in the grass, pathetic, and on the day moving in. Eyes flock around me as I pick it up. I roll it onwards, the wheels click against the bricks. I look up.
It’s a twelve floor building, painted cyan with crystal-like windows. Atlantis’s buildings are jaw-dropping, the architecture sometimes impossibly swirling like rings around planets. This building, of course, is only a few years old. Like we are.
I enter the entrance hall through the revolving doors, amazed by the number of students. The new ones are easy to identify, pulling suitcases like me. A bunch were hanging out in sofas, instead of standing in queue by the elevators. A tanned guy playing a Game Boy. Probably a hipster. A beautifully dressed and bejeweled Indian girl with an Atlantean soldier. Some blue-coated guy with lightning bolts for eyebrows. A rugged, bald Caucasian in military boots. A shirtless, well-shaped guy with golden nip---OUCH
Flatly, I collect myself, next to… A Power Ranger? No, a pink race-car driver. She seems as baffled as me. I start stuttering, “Uh. Hi. Sorry.”
“It’s, it’s OK, I guess,” she says, standing back up, “Be careful, OK?”
“Yes, I’m sorry…”
I turn around to pick up my suitcase, but it’s gone. Again. “Uh, pink… Madam… Miss, did you see my bag?” I turned around, but she was already in line for the elevator. Yet again, I have to look for that stupid bag. I feel like everyone is watching me. Looking below the chairs is particularly embarassing. There’s a bag below the seat of some pale guy with burning red hair, it might be mine, it’s the same shade of black, isn’t it..? Well, I look below, and… Things turn weird as I crouch below his legs, for several reasons…
“What’s up, you like my legs or something..?”
“I’m looking for my bag, I thought this would be it… But it’s not.”
“Did you lose it?” he laughed.
“Yes, but I don’t… I don’t remember why? Did you take it?”
“Uh, no?”
“But how did I lose it?”
“You think I know that?”
And then it all came back to me, “Oh, I know! I can push things with my mind, and sometimes I can’t control it! I completely forgot. I’m sorry, you must think I’m a weirdo.”
He laughed, “Don’t beat yourself up, dude, I just make people forget their powers sometimes.”
“Oh,” I muttered. That was sincerely a scary thought. “Well, thank you. This isn’t my bag.”
“I know. It’s mine.”
“Sorry.”
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Most of the students have been replaced by new arrivals, the hall seems lit with confusion and nervousness. Mostly my fault, I think. I can’t lose my bag already. I can’t enter my room without my keys. Stuck in limbo. Maybe it's outside. Yes. Maybe.
Going out the door, I almost collide with another guy, masked in pitch black with a tome under his arm. I feel awkward dressed in a sweater, everyone is so stylish. A person with an ant-mask. A guy in black and green spandex, an aerodynamic shield visor as a tiny mask. A girl with angel wings. A guy in military gear and an effin sniper rifle, followed by a girl in a fur hat. Only a few people wear casual clothes, there was a single girl in a hoodie, her freckles oozing: I will never talk to you. She didn’t even look up when I passed by her. A blonde girl in an Adidas suit. The rest remained impressive: A fat guy with a tuba around him. Over the grass patch there was even a gu—gir—guy? Red clothes with orange strips and a web breezing as if she – he – she – they were in a Hollywood movie. They’re staring at a brown-skinned beauty in an elegant grey-and-brown suit. Eff, are you kidding, does that guy have a TRANSPARENT MAID!? I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb.
I should probably look for the janitor’s area, or if there was any lost & found. Wasn’t there a campus map somewhere? When I first came here, I think… Yes, there! Over the brick road, in the enclosement entrance. And in front of it… Bags! With no owner! Maybe someone put my bag there?
But no, I keep disappointing myself. Just two of them, neither of them mine. As I got closer, I saw… Why, there was a mouse on the tallest of them, checking out the map. Atlantis is weird.
Wait, no. That can’t be right. Only humans have powers… Right?
The mouse turns its head at me, sniffing.
So I smell weird, too. Great.
Let’s just take a look.
The map is basically two large squares on an even larger paper square, laminated. It looks cheap and doesn’t make any sense.
Like me. Wham!
Some of the sides are squiggly, of course, maybe it’s doors, trash cans, delivery areas, who knows. But soon enough I see the area marked ‘janitor’.
Finally my luck will turn around. I hope.
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Nervously, I start missing the click-click-click of my suitcase against the bricks. It’s the first day here, and I’ve already messed up. The dew has finally evaporated, as the sun has lifted the clouds. The school building is towering, even next to the dorms. Silver lines against blue amaze me, the Atlanteans’ work is impressive always, even if this is nowhere as indifferent to physics as the rest of the city. The bullet trains, white shiny streets, the whole city screams opportunity. Even this small school – I know of its reputation, I’m not an idiot, I’m well aware that – wait, is that guy purple? – I’m well aware that this isn’t the best of schools, and I’m aware of its reputation for some pretty dark bullying going on, but this is how I’m going to become someone great, a person who can stand up for himself, a person who can make a
difference in the world, like the PATRIOTS…
As I turn the corner, the distance between school and wall makes an alley. Trash cans line the side of the building, while dust and litter dot the way. It’s not late, but somehow darkness has found its way to this corner of the city. As I walk, my steps almost echo. But it’s not the only thing that echoes. As I move onwards, I can hear the voices…
“Ha, look if there’s somethi…”
“… the bottom pocket…”
“… spotty, cheap-ass underwear…”
It’s one of the weird inwards openings of the building’s otherwise perfect rectangle. It’s cast in shadows, walls in disrepair, a large hole in the ground, and in it is my suitcase’s contents.
The boys don’t notice me at first, but soon enough I get into my first real fistfight.
I recognize the big one, the Caucasian in the military boots.
He soon drops his punches, instead opening his mouth wide, and tongues of flames cling onto my face.
As I fall backwards, it's like my eyes are melting.
I fall down, the brick clicks as my head hits.
A quick heeze before I cover my face.
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Notes
I know the language is a little clumsy, remember English isn't my first language.
Giraffe: I was a little creative with your powers, making them sometimes present themselves unwillingly, as is common with most of the other heroes.
To those that were only alluded to or not really mentioned; you’ll get proper attention later. I wanted to get the update out and some of your costumes (ie those without costumes) didn’t really mesh well with the style. You’ll get your time in the sun, I promise. Eg Robert Can’t’s scene was a little forced, (why would he be a mouse then?) but it was hard getting everyone in
Combat stats & roommates will come tomorrow; until then, you can describe your own arrival to Hero High.
Hit me up in chat if you want to talk roommates beyond what's in your applications.
Editnote
If anyone wants to write about their day moving in (before you meet your roommate, how everyone else looks), don't fret about the looks of the site.

How you guys feel about each other is the most important part of that anyways. If you feel creative, you can add to the area, just remember that it's basically two large buildings surrounded by grounds and a wall.