Narrator: Fifteen years ago, a scientist named Issac Jade created a serum to give humans peak abilities, super powers if you will.
*Natalya jolts awake*
Sarah: Nattie, darling! Are you coming down for breakfast? You don't want to be late for school!
Natalya: Yeah, I'll be down in a minute!
*Natalya gets dressed*
Sarah: Morning, sweetheart.
Sarah: Did you sleep okay?
Natalya: Yeah, where's Auntie?
Sarah: Luke went to take her to work before heading to school himself,
Natalya, thinking: Damn, I was hoping to not have to drive myself to school but I guess I have to
Sarah: How was the field trip yesterday? You came home and locked yourself in your room like usual so I couldn't ask.
Natalya: The house of the dead guy was boring and the amusement park wasn't much better. All of the rides were too fast.
Sarah: Well hopefully today is better,
Sarah: You just try to focus and don't be home late after marching band practice tonight.
Natalya: Oh right, marching band.
Natalya, thinking: I fucking hate marching band. I wish that girl, Mel, never asked me to join. Maybe I should just skip it.
Natalya, thinking: Mel is one of those people who could talk you into anything and I'm pretty sure that's how she got that boyfriend of hers. I don't think she'd let me get away with fully skipping practice.
Natalya, thinking: Maybe I can skip English first period and just chill in the bathroom then skip band and she'll just think I was absent.
Sarah: You seem distracted today. Is everything alright?
Natalya: Just tired, Mom. You know, the usual teenage angst.
Sarah: You know that moving here was to benefit Aunt Calypso.
Sarah: If you have to make new friends and find new clubs to be in then do that honey, it's gonna be awhile before we can even think of moving back to California.
Natalya: I just don't understand why I couldn't have stayed with Dad in California
Sarah: Because it's better that you're here.
Sarah: Sometimes we have to do things that aren't easy because they're right.
*Natalya shoves a fork full of eggs into her mouth*
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Natalya: Good morning
Melinda: Rough morning, huh?
Natalya: You could say that. Just the usual delights of teenage existence.
*Salome reading book. *
*Rix leans over to be annoying*
Rix: What did you think of the last one?
*Salome ignores*
*Andrew walks in and sits down*
Andrew: Good morning
*Andrew slid off his headphones onto his neck and leaned back in his chair*
Gus: Hey Andrew
*Gus smirks before snagging the headphones off the other boy's neck*
Andrew: Hey! Give them back!
*Gus holding them just out of reach*
Andrew: Gus!
Mel & Natalya, thinking: God, they're stupid.
Mel: Come on, Gus.
Mel: Don't be like that so early in the morning
Gus: Alright, alright. *Hands back the headphones*
Andrew: F**king asshole. *puts headphones back on neck*
Mrs. Townsend: Alright class, listen up!
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Mel: Are you excited for practice tonight?
Natalya: Uh, no
Natalya, thinking: Am I getting sick or something? I rarely get sick and my headaches are never this terrible even when I am.
Mel: Lame, it'll be fun!
Natalya: I think you and I have different definitions of fun
Mel: Natalya, when are you going to give it a chance?
Natalya: I've given it plenty of chances, just because I was in concert band at my last school doesn't mean marching band is for me.
Mel: I mean fair, but I'm sure you'll love it if you give it a chance
Natalya, thinking: I doubt that was going to happen. Especially with this raging headache, I don't think I'll love a band with trumpets and other saxophones blaring in my ears.
Mrs. Townsend: Natalya!
Natalya: Yes ma'am?
Mrs. Townsend: Are you getting along with your group alright?
*Natalya nods*
Mrs. Townsend: Good, I'm glad. I've taught that group for the past few years and they're a tight knit bunch.
Natalya, thinking: Why are you telling me this? It's not like I'm going to become friends with them, they're all annoying.
Mrs. Townsend: Just be understanding, they're all like you
Natalya, thinking: What does that mean?
Natalya: Yes ma'am, thank you
*Mrs. Townsend smiles and waves off Natalya*
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*Natalya enters her house*
*Sarah hangs up her apron*
Sarah: How was practice?
Natalya: Don't please, did you make oatmeal raisin cookies?
*Sarah wipes her hands on a dish towel*
Sarah: I did. I thought you might need a little something sweet after your day.
*Natalya slumps on a kitchen chair*
Sarah: Are you okay Nattie? You look more tired than usual.
Natalya: Just the usual headache
Sarah: Here this came for you
*Sarah hands Natayla a letter and letter opener*
*Natalya opens the letter with a letter opener*
*Natalya reads letter*
Natalya, thinking: What did this company want with me? I'm a C- average student with no career in mind. A struggling high school student. I hadn't even done anything remarkable during our visit — just wandered around with Gus because neither of us cared for the rollercoasters.
Natalya, thinking: It didn't add up. Why would a giant corporation be interested in someone like me? And for an internship, no less? What could possibly be behind this?
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End Credits
