Sybil stared at the school, there was a little ball of anxiety forming in her stomach but she was happy to be here. She'd never really talked to any one her age, her dad and her instructors. Sybil, not for a lack of effort, had no idea how to approach these people. Her father had told her something once that felt rather fitting for this situation, 'Fake it till you make it'. The only question left was what did the children of super heroes like to talk about? She stood in the middle of the courtyard, you could practically see the the gears of her mind turning, no idea that she looked a little strange.