[center][color=white][h1][b]ALEXANDER THOMAS[/b][/h1][/color]
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[COLOR=WHITE][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]THOMAS RESIDENCE
[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][indent][color=gray]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 3:30pm[/color][/indent]

Alexander let out a long, tired, sigh as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, lost in thought. While today wasn't as bad as he'd expected it to be, it had left him with a lot to think about. He let out another sigh as he ran his left hand through his hair, his mind going back over the events of the day...

[COLOR=WHITE][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]MATHER MEMORIAL[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][indent][color=gray]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 2:20pm | The Loft[/color][/indent]
Alexander had managed to wake up earlier than usual today, which gave him plenty of time to eat breakfast, brush his teeth, take a shower, and get dressed before he had to embark on the thirty minute drive from his house to Mather Memorial High in his silver Ford Mustang.

When he got to the school, Alexander had parked his car and wandered around for a bit before heading to his class, which was being held in a place called "The Loft." After a short walk Alexander found himself standing outside of the class room, his hand hovering indecisively over the doorknob and his heart beating at a million miles a minute. [color=silver]"No need to be nervous."[/color] He muttered to himself. [color=silver]"Everyone in there has powers just like you."[/color] He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before grabbing the knob, twisting it, opening the door, and stepping inside.

He gave the room a quick once over before sitting down at the nearest unoccupied couch where he found a passcard and a syllabus for the program, both of which he placed in his coat pockets. Alexander remained silent for the duration of the class, preferring to silently observe the proceedings rather than taking an active role in them. The teacher, a man with a smoothly shaved head and a gravely voice named Jonas, asked the class several questions.

The first question was simple. If you were a Hyperhuman what ability would you have? While Chronokinesis wouldn't have been Alexander's first choice it was his power, one which he had learned to live with over the years and even enjoy.

The man's second question was more challenging, since there were many rules he'd like to change. But if he had to give an answer, he would change the laws policing the use of Hyperhuman abilities. These were powers that people like himself and many other's were born with, things that they couldn't just ignore or get rid of. It was infuriating how people treated Hypes. People were free to be whatever gender or sexuality they wanted, so why weren't Hypes free to use the powers they were born with?

He felt a sharp pain in his palms and realised his fingernails were digging into his skin. With a slight wince, Alexander unclenched his fists and calmed himself. There was no use in getting worked up over a question. The class went on, only being interrupted once by an arrogant ass named Elroy who somehow managed to burn up the rest of the alloted class time. 

Alexander sighed in annoyance as he got up from his seat and left the room. After that he had made his way through the crowded hall ways and back outside to his car, where he got in, started it up, driven back to his house, gone inside, and collapsed onto his bed where he now found himself, still staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts.