It's hard to focus on class after you've learned you're a superhero. Try as she might, Corrine just couldn't stop thinking about the events of the previous few hours. After all, she had no secrets from her parents, and nothing excited ever happened to her. And yet for some crazy reason, it had.

After arriving at school, Corrine had quickly made her way towards the girls bathroom to learn more about what was happening. Her Kwami, whose name she learned was Priix, had finished telling her about her powers and began explaining how she could transform. Apparently, all she had to do was call out for Priix to transform her, and Priix would go into the miraculous, a pair of raccoon tail earrings. She had tried to ask if they were any other users, but Priix had refused to shed any light on the subject. Corrine was going to ask why when the watch on her wrist began beeping, startling her. When she looked down, she saw that she had five minutes until the bell to signal the start of class rung. So instead, she had opted to carefully take out her pearl earrings, replacing them with the miraculous that Priix told her she would have to wear from then on. After she finished, she gathered up her bag with Priix inside and briskly walked to her classroom.

Once there, she greeted her teacher and handed in the homework from the previous night, forcing herself to maintain a calm demeanor. She sat down at her seat, careful so as not to tip it over and placed her bag down on the floor next to her. Just as she was setting her notebook and pencil case onto the desk, a new boy ran into the room. Corrine watched as the boy walked over to his seat, which was the one directly next to hers and asked for a pen. She curtly nodded and passed one over. She then opened her notebook and, placing her chin onto her hand, hoped that the class would pass quickly.

After what seemed to her like hours, The bell to signal the start of lunch rang. Corrine rose up out of her seat, grabbing her bag before following the flow of students out the door. She made her way over to her locker, hanging up her book bag on one of the hooks. She looked around to make sure none was paying attention to her, then swiftly extracted Priix out of her book bag and transplanted her into her lunchbox. Once done, she quietly closed her locker and started making her way through the hallway. She passed by the normal students lingering around, girls and boys grouping together to exchange stories and laugh. Corrine sighed, turning away. She couldn't help but be jealous of them. Their close friendships, the ability to laugh freely, the way they could display their emotions without consequence. She didn't blame them, but every time she saw her classmates carefree attitudes, envy curled in her gut. She missed it, the feeling of freedom.

Corrine shook her head, dispersing the thought. She had work to do. She began briskly walking towards her destination, the library. She wanted to see if her school had any mention or information of these mysterious Kwamis. She doubted that there was, even in the large collection of books that belonged to her school, but it was always good to try. Once there, she quietly walked over to the history section. She began to carefully scanning the shelves, her back to the rest of the room. She heard commotion, but decided not to check it out. The kids in her school could be quite the trouble makers, and most often didn't heed a word that the timid librarian said. After it quieted down a bit, she took a large, seemingly promising book off the shelf and began to flip through it, not noticing the odd situations going on right behind her.