For as long as I've been alive, I've been surrounded by people that were always in some way better than me.
I didn't really have a talent worth talking to relatives about, dreams for the future,
Or being thrown into battles.
Hi, my name is Nora, Nora foster.
I live in amazing city with amazing people,
That just so happens to be the hotspot of those who have awakened and shed their mortal limitations.
I was extatic when I awakened, (even though it was done with the help of drugs) that I could join a school with other kids who would become 'super heroes' in the future.
Truth be told I had many friends I had to say goodbye to when they got their powers normally-
"NORAAAAAAA!" a scream from my friend fixed my slouched posture instantly.
With fast approaching foot steps and a door being opened so hard it hit the wall with a bang, I knew it was her.
An involuntary smile broke out on my face.
"What are you doing in here Tori? Thought you said that studying is for losers?"
"Yeahhh I know but you've been losering I. Here without me for like days!" She wakes up to my desk and sat on it.
--Tori, my friend that I had too part with when I was around 13, but met again less than a month later,when I cried my eyes out that I wanted an ability to my mom. Ability-imagery. (Quite similar to illusions but not the same,while illusionists make you see things, imagery is when you fool yourself enough to the point where things turn real.)
Class estimate:B--
"Hey chica? You there?" Tori was snapping her fingers looking a bit worried
"Chica? That's new." A snicker and I can see Tori's shoulders slump back down.
--Nora Foster, the most beautiful girl in the world, the soon to be #1 Ability User!
Ability: feel the wind. Ability description: it's wind.
... class estimate:D- --
With my new found ability although not powerful, was just too convenient.
I don't need a blow-dryer, on rainy days not even a drop of water gets on my shoes, and during summer I get paid (in snacks) to be a walking air conditioner!
Tori hopped off my desk and decided to finally pull a chair to peek at some of my notes and scattered doodles as we normally do.
With how poorly I've been doing in school I shouldn't qualify, to be a child soldier.
With Tori eagerly looking at my notes on our exam and asking if she should 'get a couple more wrong this time', to me it comes so much easier.
With the mortality rate being 1 in 19, sometimes even 1 in 5. Most of the strongest here will die, seniors farewells are mostly permanent goodbyes.
It's time to do what I do best, be weak.