Superheroes are Normal?

The boy’s steps start to speed up, and his fist seems to be pivoted to throw one heck of a dangerous punch. You decide that in this situation, a situation where you could end up going to the hospital due to a powered-up punch, you really shouldn’t care about your social status, and just avoid the conflict from escalating any further. How’re you going to do that, by pulling a hit-and-run, but without the hit! So, just running, I guess.

You almost missed the swing of the boy’s arm being directed straight for your jaw, but luckily, you ducked in the nick of time. You then readjust your footing, then started to dash like Usain Bolt out of the scene, and rushed up the building stairs to reach your classroom. You could’ve stopped sprinting half-way, but you were afraid of that ball-of-rage chasing you up the stairs, even though you weren’t positive that he was even following you. Frankly, you didn’t wanna turn around to find out.

Exiting the stairwell and dashing like a roadrunner down the school hallway, you came to meet your classroom doors, hunched over and panting like a dog from that mini marathon. The adrenaline had started to wear off pretty fast, and you were left exhausted at the beginning of your very first day of highschool. Well this is going to be a long year...but hey! You’re early to class! You should take a seat and wait for class to begin.

You have 1 choice: