Short stuff series

Miss Adorn's Academy for Supers (PG)

~ powers biiiitch, also super long ~

My night started pretty normal, my auntie, uncle and I were all eating pork and veggies at our dining table.

It was a pretty casual Wednesday evening, the tv was playing in the background, some news nonsense on the supers in Brooklyn New York. Personally, I didn't care too much for the supers or as the worlds most famous scientist- Brock Martin- would say 'the new generation'. They seemed like a bunch of pompous arseholes who think they are above everyone because they have these abilities.

I had one friend, Eve Lippit. She was thirteen when she developed these crazy abilities, ones that allowed her to move the plants in the house, on the lawn and pretty much anywhere she could see.

She moved to this state in England to study her abilities at one of the most forward thinking academies in the world.
Second in comparison to Miss Adorn's Academy for Supers. Or MAAS as the public calls it.

Super expensive, super elite and founded in 1945, when the first super to reveal themselves was a teacher.
It was quick to grow, quiet and private, only having elite families and specific children entering it like it was some secret Hogwarts school.

Fast forward a few decades and the academy went international, the first known international student being from Russia, a boy who could turn his body into led.

The world was strange, bright and weird but that's just the world I know.

Back to my evening.

I had been chewing on some broccoli when three men bashed through our door, armed to the teeth with AK15's and had a symbol on their bullet proof vests.
A snake eating its own tail.

"Excuse me!" My uncle shouts as a fourth party walks through the door.
A buff, six foot man with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin besides his face which was covered with black out sunglasses, his hair cut short.

"Mr and Mrs Wendell. My name is Anthony and I'm here to escort your niece to a private facility" he says casually.

"What?!" My aunt and I shout, my uncle standing from his wood chair, making it creak along the tiled flooring.

"Listen here, you leave me and my family alone before I call the police!" Uncle Edgar shouted, clenching his fists.

"You can try but I assure you, the cops will do nothing. It's a little above their pay grade. So hand over miss Valentine or arrests will be made" he says standing with his hands behind his back.

"At least tell us who you are!" My aunt shouts, standing up as well, moving around the rectangle wood table to stand in front of me, guarding me.

"I'm apart of an organisation funded by the government, we monitor all new generational beings with abilities, making sure they are getting the proper education, confinement or support necessary so that they are able to function in our world.
My division specifically looks into those cases who are kept from the government or are lying which as I may remind, is a capital offence punishable by prison." He says taking a file from the third soldier who was standing ever so still in the background.

"We have reason to believe that you, Margret Wendell and Edgar Wendell have been lying to the government about your nieces positive or negative results in a super test. For her own safety, we are taking her"

He walks over to the table, ignoring my uncle who is clenching his fists, trying not lash out at the man making all these accusations.

"Have a look, Miss Valentine" He says pushing my aunt aside.