I blink in surprise, before shaking my head. “Why would I know your name? I told you it’s my first day, I don’t know anyone yet.” Why do they call the law about unmasking government capes the Vikare Act when Vikare was a vigilante killed in a riot? Nothing about him or his death has anything to do with unmasking.” I mutter.

One of my powers is an Aura that affects emotions, and I used to have trouble controlling it.” Victoria explains. “After…”Taylor’s a bit skittish, but if half the rumors about Winslow are true, that’s almost to be expected. You don’t get transferred mid year if you’re having a good time at school, especially not for someone dressed like Taylor is. Yeah, that’s our first stop. We’ll get you a phone, then I'll take you clothes shopping.” I announce, leaving no room to protest. Anyway, what’s your next class?” Amy asks, pulling out her phone and poking at some idle game involving girls with far too little clothing. My mind strays to Victoria, and I find myself blushing. Victoria is easily one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met, and she’s also incredibly smart and caring. It’s so easy to talk to her, and our conversations have only gotten more stimulating as I’ve done more research into cape culture and psychology. If there was a girl I was going to date, I would want them to be like Victoria. Hell, if I was going to date anyone, I’d want them to be like Victoria. For them it was a life changing event sure, but for Amy? It was Tuesday. Well, Friday actually. It’s Friday, and she has to be here at the hospital to heal a bunch of morons who can’t walk away from a cape fight to save their lives. Literally.

Thank you so much everyone for the support for this story, it means a lot to us. I am truly overjoyed about the love y'all have shown and I'm excited for future projects!I follow her out of the room with my eyes, and jolt with surprise when Amy nudges my shoulder. She has a slight smirk on her face as she speaks. “See, told you she was a nerd.” Well, you’re going the wrong way. I’ve got that class next, so if you wanna follow me I won’t complain.” She says with a shrug before pushing past me. Ratty jeans, old hoodie, and slightly bent glasses. Not exactly “rich and connected enough to pay her way in out of season.” You like green right? Dark forest green goes well with your hair, and it makes your eyes pop and look extra beautiful.” I say, holding up a green windbreaker. She blushes at the attention, but I’ve already switched to a different outfit before she has a chance to protest.