Superhero high

My Form, And Chapter 1

!!!!!!!!!!Here it is, my completed form!!!!!!!!!!!

Something like this....
"Form-
Full Name*: Beatrice Renea Parks.
Preferred name: Tris.
Nickname: Jinx.
Gender*: female.
Age*: 17.
Height: 5'8.
Weight: 125lbs.
Appearance*:
hair- jet black hair that fades ombré style into silver tips that land about her waist.
facial features- full lips, high cheekbones, long lashes.
skin- very tanned.
eyes-   Grey-silver, with black outlines, and flecks of different colors(when the light hits them in different ways).
build-   sturdy and slim, thin with toned muscle and it's obvious she works out. On the petite side.
shoe size- 8.5.
Preferred style: (when not in uniform) Ripped jeans, black camie tank tops, over sized graphic tees, flannels, leather, hoodies, very grunge rock style, a bit emo. Converse all stars, or leather combat boots.
Distinguishing marks: four scars- 1, along her jaw all the way from her ear to the beginning of her chin. 2, a line about half an inch long above her lip. 3, her wrists(from cutting). 4, down her chest about six inches long.
Predominant features:  her eyes are grey with flecks of different colors when the light is right. They also glow white when she uses her powers.
Powers:" telepathy, mind reading, telekinesis.
Weaknesses*" relies too much on her powers but is afraid of not being able to control them so doesn't use them. They scare her!
Bio- she grew up an accident waiting to happen. From an accidental birth, to the unluckiest person you'd know, jinx was always the problem child. With abusive parents, and an older brother with problems, it's hard for her to be her. When her parents die in a fire and her brother being too old for the system she is taken into the foster care system, and sent to the school. With drug, alcohol, and bullying problems in her past she is very closed off and protects herself against anyone and everyone. Always afraid she's going to get hurt......

Let me know what you guys think and I hope I get to write with you soon!!!!
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•  Chapter one !¡Tris¡!   •

We have been driving for hours. I have no idea where these social workers are sending me but so far it's taken us four days to drive there. We've stayed in four different motels, and eaten fast food for every meal. Dang I'm really getting tired of all the crap I'm putting into my body. Speaking of fast food. The driver just pulled into a drive through. Yeah more crap! Before we get into the line I call out "I've got to go to the bathroom!" They know I mean it I've had to go for the last hour or more and they keep saying "no you'll be fine." Or "we'll stop soon." Well this is soon. The guy pulls into a spot and we all get out. One guy holds the long chain that's connected to my cuffs and we all walk into the Wendy's. The two of us walk towards the bathroom and I stop him. "I'll be good, but I don't want you in there." He gave me a suspicious glare but unlocked my cuffs anyway. I walked in and locked the door. As soon as it clicked shut something slammed against it and he yelled in. "Beatrice! Unlock this door you know the rules!" I walked back over and unlocked, and opened the door. "Sorry must've just slipped my mind." I said with sarcasm laced heavily in my tone. His face was stern and hard. I shut the door before returning to the stall. I hurried and went then  examined the window. Openable. Unlocked. But small. Good thing I am too. I turned on the water and washed my hands. Jack, my handler called in "almost done?"
"Almost, I need to freshen up a bit tho I'm starting to smell."
"Okay kiddo, just make sure you're out here when we're ready to order or I'm coming in after you."