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[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Phoebe Wayne-Isley[/color][/h1][/b]
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[b]Location:[/b]Academy.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]No one[/sup][/centre]
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The cab pulled away, only after a little encouragement from Phoebe. The cab driver seemed confused and a little concerned at dropping a young girl off in the middle of nowhere, although the school was nearby. She slung her bags over her shoulder, and turned to face the school grounds. The large gates were open, and a few students were trickling in. Her gaze roamed to the large buildings she could see, seeking out the school gardens. She expected them to be spectacular, and was disappointed when she couldn’t see them. So she studied what she could see of the Academy, her thoughts wondering, as they so often had these last few months. 

She looked down at the somewhat crumpled letter in her hand. She had read it constantly since receiving it, and now it was a little worn, but its words will still legible. An invitation to join the Academy, the first school for super kids. Where she could learn more about her powers.The message had been signed by Bruce Wayne himself, and Phoebe looked down at the signature, wondering as she had several times, if it was just a generic message to all prospective students. 

She had been troubled on receiving the message, not knowing if she wanted to go or not, wondering constantly if her parents might be teachers at the school. Wondering if maybe, she’d finally know who they were. Wondering if she even wanted to know. It had been eighteen years… why would they care about her now, when they had left her at an orphanage? Or were they dead? These were all questions that had wandered through her mind her whole life, especially when she began to develop her abilities. That had been a trying and lonely time, as she sought to understand, and hide what she could do. Now she had a chance to learn… 

Dropping a hand to her satchel, Phoebe hesitated, laying a hand over her money. She could leave… she had enough money to stay somewhere for few days… go somewhere else… It wouldn’t be the first time she had nothing, nor, she suspected, would it be the last. But… she had uprooted her life to come here. She hadn’t backed down from a challenge before… why should she start now? Part of her couldn’t help but think that this was different. And that she didn’t belong… compared to some of the students she saw, she was scruffy. 

She started to turn away, to run, but she stopped. [color=coral]”No”[/color] She said firmly to herself. She had survived this far in life because of herself, and she would continue to thrive. She realised that she had been standing there for some time, so she gathered her courage, made sure she had all her things, and started towards the gates. Each step brought her closer, and she held her breath, worried she might just turn tail and run anyway. 

After what seemed like a decade, she crossed underneath the school gates, and into the grounds. Letting out her breath, she looked about, stepping further within, looking about her, seeking the gardens. If she could see them, maybe she could sneak into them? Feel… more at home? She sighed, looking about her. She saw that some of the other students had their parents with them, and she couldn’t help but look away, a tight feeling in her chest. She couldn’t deny that part of her was hoping that someone was going to approach her… claim her… but she kept that part of her as small as possible.  She hadn’t had those feelings since she was a little kid. And those feelings made her heartbeat slightly faster in anticipation and she tried her best to ignore it. Drawing in a shaky breath, she stepped towards a bench. 

Dropping her things, Phoebe closed her eyes, and for the first time realised that she was… free. A small feeling of joy grew within her, growing steady, until she opened her eyes. She twitched her fingers on one hand, closing them gently around a flower she formed there, smiling to herself.