A/N: Above picture from DeviantArt. They're sooo cute!!!!!
Robin's POV
In all honesty, I think I rocked the energia ceremony. I didn't act surprised, vomit, or cry. Which, if I may add, should earn me some sort of Nobel Prize. Or Oscar. (I'm not really sure which one pertains to my Mastery level control on emotions.)
Because on the inside... I wanted to explode. Or implode. Or both.
Maybe I should've expected this, looking back, with all the weird stuff Delilah was saying, but I didn't really think much of it. And after the first few names were called, I started dozing off. Aren't the best usually saved for last?
Trust me when I say this with complete seriousness: If I'm considered the best, this school is filled with underwear-eating morons. Which is totally not the case! Some also eat shirts and pants.
But that's besides the point because I'm supposed to be preaching honesty over here. And honestly, people are stupid smart and stupid talented. That's why I'm a bit confused why I was chosen at all, let alone last.
And also why I want you to not think of me as a total jerk when I say that someone had to... you know... wake me up when I was called on stage.
It was just natural instinct for me to briefly close my eyes when faced by a boring and seemingly dead end situation.
I'll try to drink coffee next time. Emphasis on try.
But if I'm gonna be honest... I haven't really been honest. You really shouldn't even trust me because my mind's a wreck, and I'm just an overall mess right now.
My mind was spinning when I grabbed the vial. The vial of some unwanted and unknown energia that will potentially change my life forever.
My stomach was doing somersaults as I sat with the rest of my future classmates. Classmates who I barely know or like. Maybe except Thomas.
And my feet are pacing now, like a crazy person, as I barge into Thomas's room. It looks like he was about to drink his vial of speed stuff when I rudely interrupted.
I guess he must now listen as I voice every concern within my body with great detail and speed.
"Like what the what the what the WHAT?! I wasn't supposed to be freakin' chosen. The school can't even follow its own harist expectations? Thirteen percent is the usual amount of diversity within an ability class, not whatever thirteen doubled is-"
"26," cuts in Thomas.
"Loser," I cough out. "But that's not even a problem...it's kinda an anti-problem-"
"You mean a 'good thing.'"
"Ok, shut up. Words aren't really... uh, coming... at this moment," I sputter out as Thomas laughs his blonde head off. With his white tee-shirt on, he's too bright to even look at. I resume my pacing and complain to the window.
"Good thing or not, I'm just, I'm just... not prepared ok? Powers are cool, yea... but I haven't researched energia side effects or any of the science-y stuff I should know! This sounds so selfish...but I didn't really care about any of this stuff or, uh, how it would affect anyone until JUST NOW. When I'm part of the population at risk."
I stop pacing and bring my hands to my temple. "How stupid is that? And now I'm gonna pay the ultimate price for ignorance."
I feel actual tears coming on but don't want to turn Thomas's room into a swimming pool.
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