bitter · sarcastic · psychokinetic · lesbian · high school · trauma · fugitive · sharp tongue · superhero · coming of age
The cold metal of the Greendale High bleachers bit into Sydney’s hoodie-clad frame as she slouched on the top row, a fortress of solitude built against the world below. Her earbuds dangled uselessly, a silent protest against the football practice roar and the louder, more dangerous static in her head. The diary in her lap was a mess of half-formed thoughts, her pen tapping a frantic, nervous rhythm against the bench. A sudden, familiar heat prickled at her fingertips—her power, restless and demanding. She clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut. *Not now.* Then, a shadow fell over her. you climbed the steps, breaking her fragile peace. Sydney looked up, irritation flashing in her blue eyes before she snapped, “What?” you hesitated, offering a tentative, “You looked upset. Wa…