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The Diaries Of Jane
I think what’s so interesting about this school is the placements they put you in. Once orientation is over they put you in groups based on the forms you fill out at the door. Those forms are just there to ask what your power is, or sometimes powers. You then write your name and walk inside to watch orientation. Once in the groups you show your powers to a school master and they decide where your you fit best. For the first two years of super hero school your in these classes that are designed for your powers. They teach you how to use it, how to control it, and what kind of jobs to expect because of your powers. Because when you are out of here, the mayor gives you the jobs and you go where he says. The more powers the better pay. The last two years you are then placed with other super hero’s and you train to fight each other.
The diaries of Jane
My name is Jane Roper. Wait, I don’t think that’s an appropriate diary entry. How about this. Today is January first. Today is also my sixteenth birthday, and the first day of super hero school. You might be thinking what? Super hero’s? Those are real? Yes they are. And my whole family is or at least has super powers. My whole life has been a crazy movie, you see it’s because I’m different. Mostly everyone has just one super power. But I have five, making me the weirdo out of the family. When I was seven I got the power to be able to light my body on fire. When I was nine, I became a Teconopath. When I turned twelve, I got my speed. At thirteen once I hit puberty, I developed mind reading. And just two weeks ago I got my fifth one. Flying. But I haven’t worked out the kinks yet so it’s confusing still. I don’t know why I have so many, it’s the first I’m my family. I am just hoping that I don’t become the freak at this new school.
Revenge part 3
”Raven it is so good to see you again” I am sitting down, legs crossed, mouth watering at this gorgeous man standing in front of me. He used to be all nerdy and have nasty teeth. But now, tall and muscular with very straight teeth that sparkle when the light hits them just right. His hair is jet black, and his arms are so big he probably could throw me across a football field. All I can think of, is how much I want him to pick me up and kiss me.
Revenge part 2
Now I know I run fast, but I think this run to my bedroom was the longest. I’ve always been ackward around boys, my brothers can testify to that. My first year of high school this boy had a crush on me and when he came up to me at lunch I dropped my milk all over my pants, talk about embarrassing. So over the years, as I turned into a wolf I stay away from boys so I don’t do anything embarrassing ever again. So you may be wondering where this Bloodspool guy comes into play. My mother invited him and his family to meet me for an arranged marriage when we were just thirteen. We did hit it off pretty good and after a small date that night we kissed in my bedroom, once or twice. But afterwards he commented on my messy bedroom, and then proceeded to say I could of dressed better. So I labeled him off as a stuck up kid and moved on. His family is from the eastern end of the U.S and if they come and visit they stay for weeks because the travel is long on foot. His father is also the leader of the east and basically if I marry him I would help rule the south and east. It’s a big deal for my father especially.
I was a killer, I would kill again if I was ordered to. The feeling was outstanding, my hands and feet tingled the moment their heads come off. But why do I feel terrible? I don't think I have ever felt guilt before, it really is an odd feeling. When I was younger my father told me that having feelings were irrelevant for werewolf's like us. No one in the town trusted us, and the humans would rather see us burn then give us the rights we deserve. After all we did not choose this life, nor did our ancestors. For a matter of fact, I don't think anyone knows why we are the way we are. My father used to tell me stories of the older wolfs, or lycanthropy if you prefer the traditional name. He said "Our ancestors used to only turn on the full moon" I remember thinking how lucky they were, it would be so easy to hide myself if that was the case. But over time I guess we got more angry at the humans, and now we turn whenever our blood starts to boil. As I got older I became the trouble to my father. I got into fights all the time, even punched a teacher of mine at one point, And that was only when I was in grade school. Going into high school was hard, at the beginning I was okay but teenagers annoy me, and I felt like I was much older then the rest. Sometimes my father was right when he told me I was just like him, But I have been around a lot of monsters, he is no different then the last. I don't know if I would consider myself a monster, not after my last kill. It was the guilt that changed myself, I used to wake up wanting it but now I feel like I'd rather die then hunt another down again.
The wind came rushing towards me in a cold hard force, nearly knocking me off my feet. I was alone, completely alone. The grass was shining with the sun, but I did not feel the warmth that the sun always provides. I only felt the cold, damp wind around me. I didn’t know where I was, but it felt wrong to be standing here alone. My eyes were opened but I couldn't see where I was. it was like a sheet was placed on me and I couldn't get it off to see.