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Gretchen

With the class dismissed, she sped off, her light-rainbow-self coursing through the huge crowds, phasing through the bodies as her intangible being morphs, bends, curves, and slips through, returning back to its form as she continued to run.

Where to, exactly? Well, she had no idea. Not like there was an announcement or anything. It was late into the year and the school probably stopped the announcements with everyone getting the groove of the flow already. How uncourteous! How rude to their new student, the wondrous extraordinaire.

She noted how everyone went to class in respective rooms. Short of knowing quite possibly everything, Gretchen felt no need to learn any more elementary education.

Instead, she ran to the apex of the Academy, a flag pole, with the flag bearing the insignia of the school. From there, she stood, in physical form, precariously balancing with one foot atop. Up there, she saw the entire campus and its people, as metaphorical and as figuratively, looking like ants to the eyes of Gretchen. How many others are like her? Trapped, forced beyond their will, actually fun? She needed to know if there were people like her. That freak with the guns sure looked like the type, and was something Gretchen needed to explore more. As she stood, she could feel the light intensity of the Sun feeding her, empowering her abilities, somehow rejuvenating the “battery” of her body which held her essence of light.

She focused light into her hands; watching them go invisible first, then glow in a bright light, its luminescence like a prism, refracting all ambient light around it, surrounding her hands with rainbows. She felt powerful, excited seeing just what her powers possibly unveiled upon further exploration. She jutted her hands forward, and out came a burst of light, an anomalous ball of twisted, contorted, fixed, yet ultimately intangible light, hurling its way to the grounds below her, aimed towards a crowd.

The crowd spotted the ball of light, and started dispersing. The ball hit the ground, and an explosion, equivalent of a small grenade. A nearby trashcan flew away from its place, and so did a few of the slower students who couldn’t run away in time. Though they were alive and stood up, they were dazed and rubbing their eyes in what seemed like temporary blindness.

Gretchen, perched high above the Academy, grinned at her new skill: essentially, a flashbang grenade.

”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAH!”She was cackling away in laughter as the crowd below yelled at her, slipping in a few curse words at her assault, her laughter probably heard from a good way’s yonder.

She was excited to see what else she could do, but she realized she was up here for a longer time than she thought, as a herd of people started leaving their classrooms; class was over. She ran down along the walls of the building, back into the halls, and found one of her classmates just standing there, a girl shorter than her by roughly 2 inches, black skin and dark hair, with a guy next to her, his identity also unknown.

She ran around them in a circle, trapping them in a ring of light, the brightness a blinding intensity, just before she stopped right in front of them.

“Hi! Okay! Bye!” and she ran off to the cafeteria, shoving a few people’s trays into their faces, stealing one away, and sitting down outside the cafeteria on one of the tables.

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