Desondra arrived at school with her back back over her shoulder, dark brown hair down, denim jacket, black tanktop, skinny black denim jeans, and black knee high boots. Walking to her locker, she opened it, grabbed the books that she needed for a few classes and shut it. She was like a shadow and was glad that she could hide and not deal with the drama that was in school. Balancing her time as a low profile vigilante. She felt a need to help others and when she found out what she could do, she felt her calling. Walking into class, she sat down in her deck swiftly and set her proper book on her desk. Setting her backpack aside near her desk, Desondra got out her drawing pad and started doodling. She was decent at drawing but it was a passtime. Des knew about the hero's and how some had retired. Some young ones stepped up to the hero business. Waiting for class to start, she leaned back. Not taking notice that Nick Rogers was one row ahead of her and diagonally to her right.