School had started again, and while normal kids would be disappointed, Alia was excited. Sky High was a pretty cool school, and the classes were awesome, on top of being a place where she could use her powers without trying to hide it. Sure, Alia had a reputation to live up to, but she was doing just fine with that. Alia was walking in the school yard, since it was lunch time and she had finished early. She usually did, since she needed the extra time to get ready for class. Alia was not a neat person, and her stuff was always all over the place. Alia was struggling to walk right now, since she had her backpack slung over one shoulder, some books in one hand, and a bunch of loose papers in the other.
Her mom would always joke that Alia’s personality fit her power, since her stuff always looked like a tornado had gone through it. Alia gave up on walking, and sat down in a corner of the school yard to figure out where all this stuff had to go. Random doodles went in the backpack, notes went in her binder. Alia messily shuffled some papers before sticking those in the binder as well, and then brushed some hair out of her face. Alia continued sorting, sometimes pausing to examine what she was holding. Most of it was stuff from last year, which Alia hadn’t emptied out, so she resolved to do so when she got back.
She started looking through her binders, leaving some papers out, and a breeze started up, and got stronger, blowing the papers in all directions. Alia frowned, had she caused the wind? She made a fist with her hand, and the winds died down, although the papers were still scattered all around. Alia sighed, and stood up, making her way around to the papers and picking them up. There were a couple other people in the yard, so Alia said to no one in particular, “I could use some help picking these up.” Yeah, being suggestive. Alia continued picking papers up, but went a bit slower.
Her mom would always joke that Alia’s personality fit her power, since her stuff always looked like a tornado had gone through it. Alia gave up on walking, and sat down in a corner of the school yard to figure out where all this stuff had to go. Random doodles went in the backpack, notes went in her binder. Alia messily shuffled some papers before sticking those in the binder as well, and then brushed some hair out of her face. Alia continued sorting, sometimes pausing to examine what she was holding. Most of it was stuff from last year, which Alia hadn’t emptied out, so she resolved to do so when she got back.
She started looking through her binders, leaving some papers out, and a breeze started up, and got stronger, blowing the papers in all directions. Alia frowned, had she caused the wind? She made a fist with her hand, and the winds died down, although the papers were still scattered all around. Alia sighed, and stood up, making her way around to the papers and picking them up. There were a couple other people in the yard, so Alia said to no one in particular, “I could use some help picking these up.” Yeah, being suggestive. Alia continued picking papers up, but went a bit slower.