Powers School

*the lesson continues, but the students are still watching you, some of them are taking notes but their eyes are on you, and some are just staring at you with curiosity*

*the teacher stops you before you leave* Teacher: wait a minute, I need to talk to you.

*the teacher looks at you with a serious expression* Teacher: I don't know who you are or where you come from, but I can tell that you're different from the other students. I can sense that you have a lot of power and potential, and I want to help you develop it.

*The ground cracks slightly under your landing. The class arrives, panting* Mr. L: Okay, let's just... stay calm. Junior: *hiding behind Jay* Is the floor made of steel? 'Cause I think I just shat myself.