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I'm in the middle of taking notes in class when someone enters the room. Will looks around the class room bashfully.
"How can I help you?" My history teacher, Ms. Rogers, questions taking off her glasses.
"Umm, I got put into this class."
"Okay, well, you can go ahead and take a seat next to Paula. Welcome to Hero History Will." Ms. Rogers pops her glasses back on before continuing her lesson.
I hyperfocus on my assignment as Will takes a seat next to me. "Hi Paula!" Will whispers enthusiastically, not able to contain his excitement.
"Hey Will." I reply, sending him a small smile.
"Can you believe I have super strength! I'm not a sidekick anymore!"
"That's good, Will, but being a sidekick isn't all that bad." I'm still focused on my assignment, not really paying him any mind.
"Will, can I give some advice?"
"Sure?" He states confused.
"Don't let the newfound popularity get to your head. It's not worth it, you know, leaving your real friends behind."
He doesn't reply. He leans back, and I can't tell by his expression if he's understanding what I'm saying. But hopefully one day he'll get it.
"I'll see you later, Will." I say as the bell rings.
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"Mom," I walk into her office where I find her typing away at her computer. Her manicured nails are freshly done, and as they rapidly hit the computer keys, they make satisfying clicks. "I just want to let you know that I have someone coming over later. It's for a school project."
"Okay, hunnybun, let me know if you need anything." She replies, engrossed in her work.
I go back into my bedroom, fixing any imperfections, and put my notebook and pencil on my desk. As I wait for Warren, I begin to brainstorm, writing down my ideas for the project.
A few minutes later I hear the doorbell ring. I open the door cautiously and peek behind it. Warren and I make eye contact, and uncharacteristically, my stomach erupts into butterflies, and my heart starts to beat a little faster.
I open the door wider, letting him in. "Do you want anything to drink before we start?" I question politely brushing aside my unusual reaction.
"Water. If you have any." His hands are buried deeply in his jean pockets as he looks around the house.
"My room's upstairs on the right. You can head up if you want." I say walking to the kitchen.
I don't hear a response as I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and head up to my room.
