Nomad | Hawkeye FF ✓

THE JOYS OF HIGH SCHOOL

SHE was peppered with teenagers her own age behind, in front, and packed on either of her sides. They leaned on lockers, doors, and walls. To her right, she caught a young man who swung an arm around one of his friends, a boisterous smile was plastered to the young man's mouth as he talked. Suddenly, something like a wet towel was flung in the air and came inches from colliding with Sophie's face, forcing her to set the breaks on her legs and search out for the owner.

A boy her age wearing a football jersey, swiped away some of his dark curls that fell in his stormy blue eyes. "Sorry!" he shouted, walking backwards and evidently holding in a bubble of laughter. The apology not being genuinely sincere.

She rolled her eyes, biting her tongue—and powers—as she continued her irksome journey through the maze of young teens, to her chemistry class. How much longer do I have to be here? she groaned. And why do people walk so slooow?

Midtown High School for a year was going to be a real treat, and meeting new people was going to be a displeasure Sophie didn't want to experience. Meeting new heroes was enough, but having to interact with young teenagers her own age? That was something she knew for a fact, that she wasn't going to have the patience for. Although, some credit had to be given to Sophie for her cooperation, considering she hadn't had a choice in the choosing of high schools from the beginning.

My parents just had to choose this school, she thought bitterly as she rounded a corner, and frowned upon seeing a teenage boy and girl cuddled together.

Her parent's one, and only excuse for the pick was the distance, how the school was located closer from where they lived, verses the others. And Sophie knew, she just had an inkling, that this school had her mother written all over it, and despised it all the more. If going back to school for her last year wasn't punishment enough, over applying for SHIELD, she had to endure a year worth of Midtown High.

She set her jaw, adjusted the strap on her plain brown knapsack, and carried on past the halls full of strangers. All the while, remaining focused on finding her chemistry class, and the minute she plops her bum down in her seat, she would set on counting down the hours.

She utterly missed learning at Professor Charles' School for Gifted Youngsters, and not only that, she longed to see the few friends she made there.

Perhaps someday she would see them again.

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"I'm not going to say it," Sophie explained through the speaker of her phone shoved against her ear. "No," she protested firmly. She listened to the other person on the line for a second, then exasperated a long breathe that was connected to an eye roll. The next minute her voice portrayed that of someone being defeated. "Fine," she snapped. "I love you too Clint, now goodbye."

Click.

She breathed hard out from her mouth, and weaved through the crowded halls, where young adults prepared to go home for the end of the school's day. Lockers were wide-open, and some left ajar.

The sound of crumpled papers were being stuffed in bags, kid's who were careless had their possessions thrown around, clothing tossed to the floor as they dug deep inside their compartment, only to retrieve something of importance on the very bottom of their lockers. Their was a rush of enthusiasm in the atmosphere, as the students quickly got their things in order before going home.

Sophie sipped at her coffee, one she bought from the cafeteria which tasted old, and turned a corner, when her phone rang for the second time that day. She plucked the cellular device from the back pocket of her jeans, and glanced at the screen and groaned. "I'm getting on the bus right now mother," she told, her voice mundane.