"Whoever set my building on fire did a great job last night. Not one inch of the place left unscorched! A true villain right there." The teacher applauded Tessa anonymously, even though they all knew it was her. No one in the school who was pyrotechnic could do such a great job. Tessa had a better control of power than most her age, but she has 'hiccups' from time to time. Her deadly secret is that when she cries, and can't control her power. She found this out from watching The Fault In Our Stars.
"All students who are in their last academic year, please report to the office to collect your apartment number and key." Boomed Miss Sourbitch, as Tessa referred to her as. She had a facial expression that mirrored someone who had just gotten slapped in the face with a wet fish. Tessa stood up and strolled down to the office whilst smoking a cigarette.
"Hello Tessa."
"Just give me my room number."
The receptionist handed me my key, which had the apartment number on it. It was the top floor of the top building- the best of the best for the best of the best. The building complex was really close to the school, which meant Tessa didn't have long to walk, so she decided to check it out.
The building didn't have corridors. Each floor, as for a different person. The elite in the school. Tessa slid her card into the elevator, and it read the number. It spat it back out at Tessa, and she shoved it ito her pocket. She'd always wanted this apartment. She'd dreamed about it. She'd dreamed about how awesome it would be bringing a guy home in it and then having someone else clean up the mess they'd created the next day. Tessa took out her last cigarette and lit it. She had began the smoking thing to make herself look cool, but soon found that it was more of an aesthetic. It blocked up holes in her non-existent heart, that repelled feeling. The door flung open and she walked into the apartment.
The living area was modern and sleek. The living and dining area was surrounded by bulletproof glass that was tinted in a way only the person on the inside could look through it. The couch was a shaped like a giant L that fitted around the open fireplace. It was perfect. She walked past the kitchen finding the bathroom and continued on till the end of the corridor. The bedroom. She walked into the room, puffing clouds of smoke everywhere and then realised, that the room was full of opened boxes.
"I'd appreciate if you could stop smoking that cancer stick in my room, hun."
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