The Specials [COMPLETED] (under editing)

Prologue

Author's Note: I thought that I wanted this story to have some more meaning, so I wrote this prologue. Since I've written this, there is obviously going to be some changes. I think this does affect Claire's character, so there is going to be some more editing than I had planned to do. This isn't edited, by the way, but this is the general idea of what I wanted to write for the prologue. By the way, the video above really inspires me, it's Fearless by Olivia Holt. Anyways, to the prologue-

I was having a nice summer. My curtains were open, the sun shining bright. It had been two months since summer started, and I was enjoying it.

My day usually consisted of reading, writing, and basically dreaming of fantasies. Deep down, I dreamed that there was a place fictional tales were real. Or maybe they were in my world, but they were just in hiding.

People with superpowers- Elements, teleportation, heat vision, super strength, super speed! They would fight against super villains, defeating them, saving the world!

My dreams were held close to my heart. Someday, I dreamed I would be one of those people. But of course, that wouldn't happen... That's what my parents had told me.

"Stop dreaming of those stupid superheroes! You know there's no such thing as superpowers. Stop writing about it. School starts soon, and I don't want you to be daydreaming and getting bad grades!" My mother scolded me.

They told me to stop dreaming, but I didn't. I kept dreaming, and I would never stop.

Now, I didn't hate my parents because they told me to do this. I knew they were just preparing me for the real world. I knew they were just trying it help, but I couldn't stop. Imagining kept me going on with life. It made me happy.

Unfortunately, my mother was right. School does start soon. Soon as in tomorrow- and right now it was eight p.m., and I would go to sleep in ten minutes. I looked down to see my drawing of Spider Man. It was incomplete, and now it would remain incomplete.

When school starts, I won't be able to dream, or draw of superheroes. I would instead focus on my studies. Yes, I liked school, but sometimes I just wanted to close my eyes and dream, superheroes using their powers and keeping people safe.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly hid my drawing underneath my mattress and hopped into bed, turning off the lights. I put my blankets over me. I forcefully closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, my brave girl," I heard my father's voice whisper. I heard the door close, but I kept my eyes closed. When I slept, I was dreaming, but I couldn't control them, which is why I liked daydreaming better.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, hoping that my dreams consisted of heroes saving the world.