determination is relaxation

Wearing a coat of crap and coal

(Y/N)=your name

Whenever you started high school, you believed that graduation ceremony was a really high prestigious honor that should be held with only respect and dignity of the highest honor.

Now you just thought it was exponentially boring beyond belief.

You had only been sitting in the ceremony for around 30 minutes, but somewhere after the 256th name that was called you were too bored to even continue counting.

See you went to a high school in the loosest of terms. In reality, it was more akin too 5 high schools sharing funds and combing to create one mega high school for the more "gifted" students. This meant that graduation would take almost 5 times as long.

In the first ten minutes of review in this thought, you believed it to be a better idea to just ditch it all together, but "how could such an intelligent man just ditch all his dreams of throwing his graduation cap at his stupid English teacher" you thought to yourself. Now you figured you would just get her back sometime later somehow.

It wouldn't be hard to back out now. You were pretty close to the back, and your ancestral powers could get you pretty far.

Thats another reason you believed the ceremony to be boring, you had grown so accustomed to using your powers for all the fun they were, that not using them felt as close to a sin in your book as you could remember. Around 25% of the human population retained special abilities from a supposed "Great war" because a supposed force supposedly took away human powers for their own nefarious purposes. It was all myths though, because it was so long ago, there were no actual written records of such an event, only a word here or there from oral storytelling. It still freaked you out at 18.

While reminiscing about supposed supposedlys, you realized just how bored you were and made the ultimate decision to do what you always did when the plan didn't work, {RUN}.

As soon as you started wanting to move without muscles, you could hear a familiar sound that complimented the ears with sounds akin to backwards whale calls. Your body began to feel like water in the process of evaporation, and your eyes saw nothing but black.

In what you could only guess was some minuscule fraction of a second, your legs were pounding against dirt and you were home free and your eyes saw forest for miles. Not as if anyone was going to try to stop you, the best anyone could do at your high school was keep up with you. Not stop you.

Plus it wasn't like anyone would miss you. You had a record of being "mean" to the other kids. Really, you were just using self defense a bit to much, but self defense nonetheless. But hey, whatever excuse to pick on you was a good one in the other kids books.

Once the dirt turned to concrete, and nature to market street, you quit running. You didn't want anyone to think you were running from the law.

Market street was always the place of bustle and hustle. Scams and pickpockets. Con-artists and "Im gonna blow" artists. It was the single street where you could expect to lose your whole wallet, one way or another. Through the tall business buildings, or the many alleyways, or the small street venders, you could "misplace" it anywhere.

Through all of this negatives, there was some absolutely beaming positives. One, it was the perfect place to gather everything you would need for an entire month on one trip. Two, it was a place where you could always go and find something fun to do no matter your gender or age. And three, you could become friends with the marketers for a cheaper price on their products. You especially used that last one fully to your advantage.

As you were headed to the center of market street, the great plaza, you noticed people were crowded around the public TV, with a more interested stance than when they normally swarmed the evening news inside.  You didn't normally watch the news, as it was normally only depressing stuff, but the people got your attention, and you wanted to see what was so interesting.