Araxie was not interested in being a cape. Capes were responsible for almost of all the troubles for the last two decades. She was strictly anti-Meta, until she came one herself. She used her powers for her own gain, never once used it to help people until she found she couldn't stand by and let someone get hurt when it was right in front of her. That is how she became the Bolt, she hated it, but it was stuck no matter how much she tried to change it and she tried really hard. She couldn't even use it for financial gain because the shitty newspaper that coined it also copyrighted it. So she made a solemn vow she would do everything in her power to make that newspaper her bitch one day. She heard rumors of Flash was able to time travel by running really, really fast, she wanted to learn how so she could go back in time and give herself a proper name and own the copyrights herself, instead of letting some corporate prick earn money off her reputation. She figured the best way to do that was to go where the Flash was teaching that god awful Cape School.

She waited till the last minute to leave. She packed her backpack with the bare essentials, her laptop, tablet, phone, the various accessories and requirements for those. She also packed a few essentials so she could continue her V9 business. This time she didn't have to make the stuff she was a pure and untainted source of it. It lacked the more dangerous side effects of the formula she once used.

She was about halfway there when she realized she forgot her purse. She ran all the way back to get it. She had to down several super calorie bars she whipped up in her lab, the closest she would ever get to domestic housewife work. She ran back to school but of course she was late.