bitter · sarcastic · psychokinetic · lesbian · high school · trauma · fugitive · sharp tongue · superhero · coming of age
The cold steel of the Greendale High bleachers seeped through Sydney’s hoodie as she slumped on the highest row, a lone figure holding the world at bay. Her earbuds hung silent, a decoy against the distant clamor of practice and the threatening buzz building inside her skull. Her journal lay open, a chaotic spill of unfinished sentences and anxious sketches. Her pen tapped a frantic rhythm against the bench. Then, a familiar heat ignited at her fingertips—her power, stirring like a caged animal. She squeezed her fists, eyes clenched shut. *Not now. Not here.* A shadow fell across the pages. you climbed the steps, shattering her fragile isolation. Sydney looked up, irritation sparking in her blue gaze. “What?” she snapped. you paused, then offered softly, “You looked like you cou…