Superheroes are Normal?
Your eyes were heavy, and it felt like your head was drooping down every other minute at this point. Let’s just put this simply, this class was the most boring thing you have ever had to sit through. Mr. Coffins had that type of pro ASMR artist voice that seemed to lull almost every student in the room into a sleepy trance. The class you were having was about basic literature and poem techniques. How was this lesson going to help you in the future? You literally had no idea.
Mr. Coffins had assigned the whole classroom to partner up with another person to analyze a select poem. Apparently, it was for him to get his daily nap in so he can get his well-deserved rest.
Soon after Mr. Coffins left the classroom, everyone started to partner up with each other. Most of the people were fighting over who was going to partner up with Effie, since she seems like the best option. You noticed that one particular student really wanted to partner up with August, and once August accepted, that student couldn’t stop rambling about August’s father. August didn’t seem too pleased about that, and you kinda feel extremely bad for him.
What you didn’t notice, was the fact that most people were taken and have already formed their partner groups. There were only a few select kids who you didn’t really know, and then, there was Axel. For those who actually did offer to partner up with him, were immediately shut down with a loud and boisterous denial. Axel then stood up, and made his way to your seat with a face full of unnecessary rage.
Axle pulled up a chair, and sat across from you, with the poem that you needed to analyze held captive in his hand. Axel grunted, then slammed the piece of paper onto your desk. Wow, that was rude.
“You. You better be good at poetry.” Axel growled and crossed his arms in disgust. What!? What happened to the Axel that was talking to you during lunch? You realized just how bipolar this kid really is.
You didn’t say anything and flipped the paper over to reveal the poem the two of you had to analyze…
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚢.
-𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜
After the two of you read the poem in silence, Axel blurted out a single word:
“Deep.”
“Seriously? This is for a grade you know…”
“But still, why couldn’t it be something cooler?”
You sighed deeply, “Poetry is mostly “Deep”, because it’s an artistic outlet. It
helps many people with keeping their emotions in check, you should try it sometime.”
“Hey! What’re you trying to say here?!” Axel huffed in annoyance, eyes peering at the poem, as if interrogating the words on the paper.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I see in this poem…” You started, “I think this could mean multiple things, one of them being that if you start something and work hard to get to a certain point, and you start to lose motivation, then you should look back at how far you’ve come and think upon your accomplishments before you give up.” You ended it at that.
Axel grumbled in frustration, “Are people just that damn lazy these days? Of course you’re going to have to work and get through the hard stuff before it’s easy-sailing. Heck, most of the time, it’s probably never going to be easy!” Axel’s voice kept on raising in volume with each passing word. Why would this even make him mad in the first place?
Axel clicked his tongue and cracked his neck, “And also, I think you’re wrong, but also right.”
“What do you mean by that?” You raised your brow, curious about what this kid, of all people, was going to say about this one.
“If the poem mentions that it’s a ‘Dream’ that ends midway, then obviously you shouldn’t even think of ditching it!” The boy spat out in distaste, “Dreams are what make the world go ‘round, right? Those types of things are what make people who they are and what they want to do.”
“Imma take me for an example,” Axel jabbed a thumb into his chest for emphasis, “MY dream is to become the number one hero in the country, then the whole world. I know, sounds obnoxious right, but aren’t most dreams? They’re called dreams for a reason, BECAUSE of the fact that they seem unachievable!”
“Sure, I was lucky and was born with the power to literally blow things into ashes…” Axel grunted, “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have to work to get to my dream. People with talent but with no ambition might as well be useless. I’m not going to deny that I don’t have to work as hard as others due to the sheer strength of my power, but that doesn’t mean that I should just give up just because my raw, natural-born talents weren’t enough for a challenging task.”
Axel let out a long sigh, “What I’m saying is, whether you’re powerless or not, a dream is worth chasing after, because it’s how people stay happy with themselves. If people are focused and living their dream, even through the good and the bad of making that dream reality, then they WILL be happy. It’s simply what they wanna do, so you shouldn’t just give all that up just because you hit a rough patch….”
You sit at your seat, eyes wide, “Wow...that was great, Axel. I didn’t take you for the inspirational type!” You smiled, but soon the bell had rung and cut through Axel’s response.
The both of you got up in silence, and made your way to the final period for the day...It was the dreaded training period...
Mr. Coffins had assigned the whole classroom to partner up with another person to analyze a select poem. Apparently, it was for him to get his daily nap in so he can get his well-deserved rest.
Soon after Mr. Coffins left the classroom, everyone started to partner up with each other. Most of the people were fighting over who was going to partner up with Effie, since she seems like the best option. You noticed that one particular student really wanted to partner up with August, and once August accepted, that student couldn’t stop rambling about August’s father. August didn’t seem too pleased about that, and you kinda feel extremely bad for him.
What you didn’t notice, was the fact that most people were taken and have already formed their partner groups. There were only a few select kids who you didn’t really know, and then, there was Axel. For those who actually did offer to partner up with him, were immediately shut down with a loud and boisterous denial. Axel then stood up, and made his way to your seat with a face full of unnecessary rage.
Axle pulled up a chair, and sat across from you, with the poem that you needed to analyze held captive in his hand. Axel grunted, then slammed the piece of paper onto your desk. Wow, that was rude.
“You. You better be good at poetry.” Axel growled and crossed his arms in disgust. What!? What happened to the Axel that was talking to you during lunch? You realized just how bipolar this kid really is.
You didn’t say anything and flipped the paper over to reveal the poem the two of you had to analyze…
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚢.
-𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜
After the two of you read the poem in silence, Axel blurted out a single word:
“Deep.”
“Seriously? This is for a grade you know…”
“But still, why couldn’t it be something cooler?”
You sighed deeply, “Poetry is mostly “Deep”, because it’s an artistic outlet. It
helps many people with keeping their emotions in check, you should try it sometime.”
“Hey! What’re you trying to say here?!” Axel huffed in annoyance, eyes peering at the poem, as if interrogating the words on the paper.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I see in this poem…” You started, “I think this could mean multiple things, one of them being that if you start something and work hard to get to a certain point, and you start to lose motivation, then you should look back at how far you’ve come and think upon your accomplishments before you give up.” You ended it at that.
Axel grumbled in frustration, “Are people just that damn lazy these days? Of course you’re going to have to work and get through the hard stuff before it’s easy-sailing. Heck, most of the time, it’s probably never going to be easy!” Axel’s voice kept on raising in volume with each passing word. Why would this even make him mad in the first place?
Axel clicked his tongue and cracked his neck, “And also, I think you’re wrong, but also right.”
“What do you mean by that?” You raised your brow, curious about what this kid, of all people, was going to say about this one.
“If the poem mentions that it’s a ‘Dream’ that ends midway, then obviously you shouldn’t even think of ditching it!” The boy spat out in distaste, “Dreams are what make the world go ‘round, right? Those types of things are what make people who they are and what they want to do.”
“Imma take me for an example,” Axel jabbed a thumb into his chest for emphasis, “MY dream is to become the number one hero in the country, then the whole world. I know, sounds obnoxious right, but aren’t most dreams? They’re called dreams for a reason, BECAUSE of the fact that they seem unachievable!”
“Sure, I was lucky and was born with the power to literally blow things into ashes…” Axel grunted, “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have to work to get to my dream. People with talent but with no ambition might as well be useless. I’m not going to deny that I don’t have to work as hard as others due to the sheer strength of my power, but that doesn’t mean that I should just give up just because my raw, natural-born talents weren’t enough for a challenging task.”
Axel let out a long sigh, “What I’m saying is, whether you’re powerless or not, a dream is worth chasing after, because it’s how people stay happy with themselves. If people are focused and living their dream, even through the good and the bad of making that dream reality, then they WILL be happy. It’s simply what they wanna do, so you shouldn’t just give all that up just because you hit a rough patch….”
You sit at your seat, eyes wide, “Wow...that was great, Axel. I didn’t take you for the inspirational type!” You smiled, but soon the bell had rung and cut through Axel’s response.
The both of you got up in silence, and made your way to the final period for the day...It was the dreaded training period...