Supernova

Chapter One - Kacchan vs. Cacchan

A/N: Welcome to Supernova! Happy to have ya! Here's a little important info for you before you dive in: 

My OC is named Cassie Stronghold. She's  a Japanese-American powerhouse of a sixteen year old girl. She's also kind of an egotistical, temperamental, messy human nightmare, but she's doing her best. (No, she's not. But I like her anyways.) 

Here are her stats: 

Power: 5/5
Speed: 5/5
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 2/5
Cooperativeness: 1/5 

And here's some bonus stats: 

Social Skills: 2/5
Rich Kid Privilege: 5/5
Talking Without Thinking: 5/5
God Complex: 1000/5
Self Awareness: -100/5

That being said, if you read the first couple chapters and you think to yourself, "Wow, I can't stand Cassie. She's such an asshole!", I'm happy to report that you're reading the story correctly. Give her until chapter ten to grow on you. If you still hate her by then, well, take it up with God, I guess. 

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Now that I think back to it, maybe it would have been smart to accept Momo's invitation to get to class early, and introduce myself slowly to my new classmates as they trickled in. But old habits die hard. I tended to like to make an entrance on my first day at a new school, and even though the eyes belonging to the bodies in these desks would not flare with any recognition as I walked in, a brand-new experience for me, I assure you, I still found comfort in that routine. It was a comfort that I could cling to, at the very least, because the fact that my reputation would not precede me was only one of many ways in which this boarding school was already different.

I could hear the chatter, clearer than most would be able to, as soon as I stepped around the corner into the correct hallway. There were bodies bustling around me, dressed in the same uniform as I was, perhaps taken aback by the new student starting in the middle of the term or perhaps thinking nothing of me at all. I didn't bother listening. It was the speculation in my soon to be classroom that I was focused on, and it had already begun.

"Your friend is starting today, right Yaomomo?" Someone asked.

"She's supposed to be," Momo said uncertainly. "I don't know where she is."

"What's she like?" Another voice asked, definitely a girl. 

"She's intense." Momo told her back. "You'll see what I mean when you meet her."

That wasn't the answer I'd been expecting. I thought soft, innocent thoughts as I approached the doorway that read 1-A so that my face would display a smile with the least possible intensity. I widened my eyes enough to make them appear bright and eager, while still seeming kind. I entered the classroom, which was already more than halfway full, and raised a hand in a wave to them.

"Hi there."

"That's her?" Someone turned to whisper, swatting someone else on the arm.

"Yes! Another girl!" Someone else said.

There was more whispering, which I quickly tuned out of when I realized that Momo had been right, and nobody was whispering about the fact that I was Cassie Stronghold. I was just a regular new student, just like in those old timey movies. How interesting this was.

"Cass!" Momo called out excitedly from the back of the classroom, raising from her desk.

Aside from starting as an unknown, another difference that this school offered me was that I already knew someone, and that person happened to be my best, and only, friend in the entire world. She rushed over, wrapping her arms around me, and I did the same, mindful to be careful with her, and let her sway me side to side a few times.