Academy of Ordinary Heroes (A.O.H)

“I was silver on the sides, but it’s mostly black. This has to be it Bleu” she says crouching down over the object the overcast sky above makes her large coiled hair seem darker than it’s actual dark brown color, her vibrant large smile made Bleu smile. In the distance a bell chimes on, echoing through the forest “ What abo…Bl….Bleu!” she shouts as he disappears into thin air, leaving only a pink fog that disperse almost immediately “damn it, Bleu” she uses the side of her foot to kick the metal object into the bushes. She takes a deep breath before she too disappears but her leaving was different it was a burst of wind as if a gun had just fired off or when a truck passes by you too fast, followed by a sudden strong gust of wind pulling towards the direction of the school.

The door to the class room burst open while strangely closing on its own, softly as if someone were holding the handle as for it not to slam. The gust of wind pulling into the room as Clovefield appears in her seat, her teacher having to catch his papers from flying off the desk while a few of the students cover their face from the unexpected wind. Everyone was here today she thought to herself “tardy tardy, are we Ms. Clovefield?”  The teacher says, he was quite slim Mr. Sullivan was. He had four sets of braided dreadlocks with piercing red eyes, his voice was full, stern and energetic the light from about shinning down on his sand colored complexion. Clovefield doesn’t say anything in response only nods, remaining silent figuring if she didn’t say anything perhaps that would lessen the lecture, she could see was written all over Mr. Sullivan’s face. “Since we are half way through the class and Ms. Clovefield finally decided to show up during 2^nd lunch, why don’t you come up here and teach a lesson for the remaining period of the class” he says stone faced looking like one of those statue men frozen in time. Damn it, this is what I was trying to avoid she says in her head “sure” her tone less than enthusiastic, shaky, and faking pleasant getting up from her desk; the snickering and low chatter already starting.

She swallows and breathes deep as she heads to the front of the class. “what lesson, should I start with”, “Here is the challenge, what is something you’ve been studying that we haven’t covered yet this semester? Since you’re one of the few honor roll students; let’s test your leadership skills.” She closes her eyes before a few familiar voices push into her head “Hey, you got this” she looks up to a smile of a friendly face coming from the third row one of her good friends Beth ,a girl with long rabbit like ears with a face that you could easily confuse with flower if she ever decided to be a chief or a ghost, swimming in a sea of stares and malicious grins. “well,.uh lightning manipulation is a standard form which is fighting form 3, where they only attack forward. While most of the attacks used are quick and linear, they also lack casualty damage unlike something like fire manipulation. “she then takes her thumb and index finger together creating a strand of lightning to spark in her hand. “Ummm” Mr. Sullivan muffles under his breath while scribbling down in a small notepad in his hand.  “Proving why lightning users should only be restricted to getting class B license, their powers aren’t stable enough to be heroes” a girl in the front row says. Clovefield’s brown eyes dart down, it was her rival Danni, her mouth was covered with a scarf while the top part of her face was covered with a skull mask that made her eyes look sunken only a royal purple shinning through. The rest of her covered by shoulder length thick brunette hair. Her voice eerie and hallow “Well, Danni if you would’ve raised your hand and asked then I could have told you there have been exceptions to the rule, using form 5 and I myself have been experimenting with Form I”, “Pretty risky uh, Form I is all about free flow, kind of like dancing better for those with water and wind manipulation abilities”…. Their stares intensify “whoa, whoa ladies” Mr. Sullivan says with a more chipper tone than before, even his face was more excited looking than usual.

The bell rings interrupting the class, “ before you leave…” he stops and takes a look a Clovefield before scanning the class as they pack their bags to leave “I need to have a word with you, Ms. Clovefield” the class muffles their way out of the room  with Danni stopping short in front of Clovefield, up close her look was even more menacing that Clovefield knew “Can’t wait to see how that form I holds up out there in the field, you know with pre-legend starting next week” her cold stare breaks when she randomly lets out a lunatics laugh walking away with her posse of friends following behind. A poof sound is heard  with particles of pink dispersing, “What are you still doing here?” Bleu says “Dude, Mrs. Martheran is going to kill us and I’m sure this time it’s going to be literal” he turns his head to Mr. Sullivan, “oh Hey, Sully” his grand smile showcasing his chipped tooth with his faded freckles stretching across his cheeks, his curly dangling brunette hair barely blocking his eyes. Sullivan adjust at his position on the desk, his arms crossed. “Mr. Bleu, nice seeing you….is your speech on Hero’s History ready for tomorrow?” he ask with rhetoricity to the tone. “of course, I actually went with tackling the revolution of anti-heroes” Sullivan puts his hand on his chin as Bleu’s face lights up with glee going into further details about his research but Sullivan cuts him short and begins laughing “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there Bleu; your project isn’t due yet”.  Sullivan tilts his head a little to the left, seeing a head peeking in as the next class of students begin to walk in “Is that June?” he ask recognizing that rose red hair of hers anywhere “what are you doing on this side of campus?” she walks in slowly with her head down “we made plans for the study lounge to see if we can find the objects in the hunt”, “I totally spaced on the study lounge” bleu throws his head back “ well at least we won’t have to deal with Ms. Martheran” he continues as the class gets louder with more students packing into the room.

Mr. Sullivan gets up from sitting on the edge of his desk, opening his drawer and grabbing a purple piece of paper from it and begins to write something before handing it to Clovefield “here you go, that should keep the administration off your backs. At least until you all have to return to your boarding rooms, Ms. Clovefield just be sure to stop by sometime tomorrow”. She takes the paper and nods with June, Bleu and her all rushing out of the room.