Hidden Heroes

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Fable's Bedroom 🛏
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"Okay, the results come in today. No need to panic. If you don't get in, kind of expected. If you do get in..." I paused.

"WHAT DO I DO IF I GET IN!?!? O my gosh, everyone is gonna make fun of me, gonna tease me. Ugh, it's gonna be middle school all over again!"

The doorbell rang and I quickly lunged for the knob. I yanked the door open, the young mailman being left traumatized. He held out a thin paper envelope with shaking hands.
"F-Fable L-L-Li–"

"Fable-Lizbeth Duior, that's me. Thank you sooo much!" I took the paper from his hands.

"S-so you're admitting to International Aberration Hero High School?" Otherwise known as Hero Academy.

"Yes sir. What's your abberant?"
He looked at the the street behind us and before I knew it, he was already there. Then in a flash, he was back in front of me.
"Teleportation?! That's so cool!"

"T-Thank you. Have a nice day ma'am. Hopefully your a-aberrant gets you into your dream school."

I chuckled nervously as he teleported away.
"Haha... Yeah. Aberrant..."

I fumbled with the corners of the paper. I'm a very impatient person but this will have to wait; right now I need to eat.
I opened the fridge and I sighed at the sight.
Empty.

"Well, the perks of having a superhero as your bro." I went upstairs and filed through the drawers until I found enough cash to fill me up.
Not the cash, what I can buy with it.

I should probably buy something for Maximus as well.
I walked towards the supermarket and picked up an orange. It seemed a little too big to be an orange. I set it aside; I can always buy produce at the farmer's market.

I walked inside and the cool breeze hit me. For summer, it was oddly a lot more hotter that most days.
I waltzed down the isles and picked up a few cereal boxes and bags of bread.
You know what goes good with bread for breakfast? Goldfish.

I walked to where the snack usually is and Goddess of foof; there was only one pack left. "This must be a message from the Gods."
I reached for it, another hand piled on it.

I looked up at the owner of the hand. He had messy blonde hair and freakishly blood red eyes. "H-hah. Hey you."

The boy didn't say anything. He pulled the bag from under my hand and started to walk away.
What the hey hey man?
"Hey, uh, boy... I'm pretty sure my hand was on the bag first. So if you don't mind-"

My voice was cut of with a squeak arising from my throat. Flames were eating up his fist; anger was clear in his eyes.
"I do mind, a lot. So if you don't mind, I'll be on my way."

I watched as he walked towards the cashier.
Why does this always happen? I always feel so weak around people with an aberrant just because I don't have one of my own. It makes me feel useless and dull. The only thing that my parents used to make me feel appreciated for is my eyes.
They change color but for what reasons, we believe emotions. We were not quite sure.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Okay, looks like I won't be smiling with Goldfish crackers. I'll just get chips or something. I was gonna be a little more healthier than usual but looks like I've been driven to the end.

I picked up a few other snacks and made my way up to the cash register. The women seemed to have trouble scanning the products.
"scuse me ma'am."
She flipped through a thick book and typed in the serial code for the products.