Powers of a Complex Ch.3 Pt.2

Updated on May 8, 2018
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I have been an author since I was twelve. Writing ever since then and constantly improving with my mentors every year.

Chapter 3 (Part 2)

I glared at the floor and ran out of that room. I’m dreading how this next period go, I bet not screw up this time. Walking down the stairs I bump into a girl and just before she fell down the stairs, I caught her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up steading both of us. I stared at her for a moment then asked, “Are you okay?” At first she was unfocused but then her eyes latched on to mine confused.


“I asked if you were okay.” I repeated. She started again then blushed then nodded. I let go of her then continued down the steps at an even faster pace than before. I knew I just drew even more attention to myself and it’s not even lunchtime yet.

I walk past that water fountain that I found so interesting into the small classroom. It had no windows and four of those fluorescent lights right in the middle of the ceiling lighting it up. There were only about ten chairs in the room to choose from, I choose the seat farthest from the door but still in the back of the class.

One other girl came in to the class with big black, rimmed glasses, and a green colored skirt and tie, which looked surprisingly good on her. She had coca skin and had put her hair up in a ponytail letting her curly ends reach to her neck. I think she might be in Sarah and my grade or a third year. She took a seat in the front row middle.

I wonder what kind of ‘special person’ she is, she looks perfectly fine to me, but so do I. Right when class starts the teacher comes in and following right behind her was Sarah Shinagawa my worst enemy. Once she spotted me, her face turned into a smirk and she took a seat right in the first row with Coco girl.

There were only three rows with three desks in each, but in the front there was one added to the front. As the lesson started the teacher finally looked up at us after writing her name on the board. Ms. Shiniki. Ms. Shiniki had short black hair with her ends turning white. Not fading into gray, but stark white.

She was thin and had a knee-length dress on covered in pictures of silver and black flowers that seem to fit her personality pretty well. She greeted the class, “Good Morning class! My name is Ms. Shiniki and I will be your teacher for special course. This year and the rest that you’re here for.” She then turns to the board and picks up a piece of chalk and starts writing.

As she did this Mrs. Shiniki said, “Okay, so today I would like to get to know you better since it is your first day in this class. And I know it has been cramped inside you, since forever, so today I want you to,” she dramatically paused. Then she moved from the board, I almost had a heart attack from what I saw.

Mrs. Skiniki blurted out, “Show me your powers!” Well, apparently I was the only one who was panicked by this notion. Though I didn’t show it on the outside of course, or else that would actually mean that I do have powers. I took a deep breath and raised my hand. “Yes, Alie, do you want to go first?” Mrs. Shiniki asked.

I shook my head and said, “What do you mean by powers, like talents or something?” Sarah started laughing as if saying ‘What a stupid question.’ Mrs. Shiniki walked over to me shooing me out of my desk. Once next to my desks, she lifted her hand above my desk and without warning it started to levitate all the way to the ceiling. With a smile on her face she said, “This kind.”

Suddenly she transformed. The burst of a bright white light blinded my eyes for a second. Now she also was lifted into the air. Her hair transforming to fully white and a foot longer now to her back. The dress had disappeared just to be replaced by a black skirt covered in little metal strips, just above her knee as her original dress.

Her top was silver, with slashes and splattered black design of arrows. Then she had a brown strip of cloth running across her chest that was attached to a bag full of metal arrows and in her clutch was a black bow with what looked like a razor sharp wire.

To take advantage of the desks’ airtime, Mrs. Shiniki quickly shot an arrow through my desk, sending pieces shattering in every direction like shrapnel. Mrs. Shiniki then decided to jump across the room with a mid air kick that allowed her to gracefully land horizontally on the wall.

Which she bounced off and as she hit the ground in a crouch, but made no noise. She whipped her head in my direction and said in an angelic voice, “Does that answer your question?” My mouth gaped open at what just happened, all I could do was give a slight nod.

© 2018 Natalia Thomas


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