[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Phoebe[/color][/h1][/b]
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Phoebe walked towards the Academy, the cab driver who had taken her rather confused as to why she was asking to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere, but Phoebe hadn’t wanted to take the schools transport. She had wanted to take the time to think a few things over, for the last few months, she had felt like she was being whipped about. She was going to the Academy, a school for meta-humans and those with abilities, like her, and had been invited months ago. The message had been signed by Bruce Wayne himself, and Phoebe looked down at that signature, wondering as she had then if this was just a generic message, to all prospective students. Or if it was a personal message from the Bat himself. 
 
She stood, hovering over the note, another clutched in her hand, yellowed with age, and torn in some places from continued reading. A message from her mother. The only one she had ever received, the only one that let her know she wasn’t an orphan. The only thing she had off either of her parents. And it was just a message to tell her about her powers… and how to control them enough that she wasn’t going to be exposed. 
 
Pamela Isley. Poison Ivy. Her mother. Over the years, Phoebe had verified what she could do against what was known about Pamela Isley’s powers, and there were similarities. Over the years, she’d come to believe the words were true… and tried to figure out who her father would be. Would she be meeting him, now? At the academy? What would it be like? It was oddly daunting, to meet one’s parents for the first time…
 
She looked up at the academy, a large series of buildings, all knew, all built within the last year, all shocking in their grandor, her eyes making out each separate building, as she sought to make sense of it all. Was this to be her home? Phoebe didn’t have much money, and uprooting her life to come to the school had dipped into her savings quite a bit, the thought that she’d have no where else to go if this didn’t work out was rather daunting, and yet… it wouldn’t be the first time she had nothing, nor did she expect that it would be the last. Her parents had proven long ago that they didn’t want her… 
 
And she had survived in life this far because of herself… she could continue to do so, for the rest of her life. Her heart yearned however for someone to call “Mother” or “Father”. Someone that she could look at, and go… [i]”I have their eyes. Or nose. Chin. Hair…”[/i]. Just to know that she had some connection to her parents. 
 
As the thoughts churned around and around in her mind, Phoebe realised she had been standing there for quite some time, the sun slowly rising above her. She swallowed, and grabbed her bag, gathering her courage as she did so, and starting towards the school, walking up the long drive to the gates, other students beginning to arrive as well. She wasn’t too sure what to expect, wasn’t too sure at all, it was the first day of school, and that was always a tricky period. She glanced about at her fellows, as she moved through the gates, one of the first students to do so.