Vires Academy: Super Powers

Chapter Eleven: Going through the Gate

First of all I'm sorry that it has been a while since I uploaded but this a long chapter so I hope it makes up for it. This has been edited pretty well by Miffy and Pheobe.

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Liz.

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Chapter Eleven

The next thing I knew I’m standing in the middle of the room while Sasha was looking me over.

They felt tight but secure, I was wearing what Sasha called jeans, and a very loose black t-shirt that went over one shoulder, accompanying these clothes was a pair of black “converse” shoes.

I looked over to my bare left shoulder and I saw, in horror, one of the last purple bruises that still hadn’t completely healed. I quickly pulled the t-shirt over it, and peered up carefully at Sasha to see if she noticed - she did, and gave me a quizzical look but didn’t say anything.

“You look really good. Why have you never worn this kind of thing before?” Sasha said.

I started to panic and so I lied, I didn’t want to tell her that I used to wear whatever my parents gave me which was usually second hand.

“I’ve just never tried it,” I said. I tried to divert the conversation with a question that I had wanted to know ever since I first came here.

“Am I pretty?” I asked looking at the floor, I felt myself blush. “I really want you to tell the truth, no lies,” I added.

Sasha stared at me open mouthed, I wriggled in discomfort under her gaze. I knew it was a stupid question but I had never had the need to be pretty and I didn’t see many other people, so I had never known where I sat on the pretty chart.

“You are really pretty, and I don’t say that to everyone. You’re gorgeous. I would die to have your hair, or skin, or eyes, or anything. You could be a model,” Sasha said. She said it so truthfully and she sounded so sure, that I believed her. But I know that whenever I look in a mirror I will see the person my parents see me as.

“These aren’t the real colour of my eyes. I’m wearing contacts” I said trying to change the subject again. It was the only thing my mother had packed me. It seemed even if I wasn't there she still wanted me to have brown eyes.

“Really? Why? Take them off” She asked moving closer to look at them.

“Um, I take them off whenever I can but only when nobody is around, that’s the rule,” I said quickly.

“What rule?” Sasha said.

Shit, I’ve said too much, I can’t tell her about my parents.

“I’ve set myself some rules to follow. Just a few simple ones,” I said wringing my hands together.

“Okay. Can you just take them off quickly I want to see your real eyes,” Sasha said, nudging me with her elbow.