To be labeled "Super"

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Alright, so I'm creating a story that will include some of the people from this site. You know like AJ's Donoley High School? (which he needs to continue) You'll figure out a little of everything as I go. Enjoy!
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To Be Labeled "Super"

Chapter 1:

Torrey wasn’t sure whether it was fate or coincidence that got her to where she was now. Standing at a bus stop, waiting for some bus driver to pick her up and take her to her new “special” person school or academy or whatever. She had seen this before in some corny Disney movie when she was twelve. Of course, back then she wish it was true. The idea of any super natural ability was memorizing to her.
But now, it didn’t seem so different. There she was, like always, standing at the same bus stop as her last school. Only a different bus would pick her up this time.

A yellow school bus pulled around a corner at the end of her street and creep toward her. It looked like any other school bus. Perhaps it wasn’t hers. She checked her schedule’s bus pass number with the approaching vehicle’s bumper number. It matched. Dammit.
An urge flowed through Torrey’s muscles to pull apart her molecules and rearrange them so she wouldn’t be recognized. That maybe the bus would just pass her by thinking she was an innocent squirrel munching on an acorn.
The bus slowed its speed a flicked on its flashing, front lights signaling it was about to pick up. Dammit, dammit. The idea was stupid anyways. The bus driver was smarter than that. Plus, she was standing under a palm tree.
The yellow hulk of metal screeched to a halt in front of her. It doors swung open to reveal a tall, handsome bald man dress as if he was about to go out for a job interview sitting in the driver’s seat. He turned to look at her standing before the steep steps. Torrey noted that his right eye was a pale blue that unmistakably meant he was blind in that eye. His other eye was a deep chestnut brown that stared at her intently.
“What be your name, little missus?” His voice was an almost exact copy of Morgan Freeman. What the hell?
“Torrey Martinez. I’m new.” She replied, attempting to sound a little less nervous. It didn’t help much.
“I believe I remember the headmaster saying something about you.” His bushy brown eyebrows folded together. He turned back around in his seat and starred off into space. Torrey sat watching him for a few moments wondering if she should get on.
“Well, you getting on?” He echoed her thoughts. She took this as her signal and stepped up briskly. She turned to him quickly, remembering something.
“I think you owe me your name now, don’t ya think?”
“Don’t I think? Well yes, I would owe you that, wouldn’t I? I suppose you can call me Handy.” A white smile crack across his bare angular face.
“I suppose I could.” Torrey replied wisely. There was something about Handy that she liked. Though she wasn’t sure yet what that was yet.
cool its good i like it.............
Pretty good, few spelling errors.
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Yeah, I figured that out after I read it a few times. Usually I just write and post.
I've done you the honour of editing it:
Torrey wasn’t sure whether it was fate or coincidence that got her to where she was now. Standing at a bus stop, waiting for some bus driver to pick her up and take her to her new “special” person school or academy or whatever. She had seen this before in some corny Disney movie when she was twelve. Of course, back then she wish it was true. The idea of any super natural ability was mesmorizing to her.
But now, it didn’t seem so different. There she was, like always, standing at the same bus stop as her last school. Only a different bus would pick her up this time.

A yellow school bus pulled around a corner at the end of her street and crept towards her. It looked like any other school bus. Perhaps it wasn’t hers. She checked her schedule’s bus pass number with the approaching vehicle’s bumper number. It matched. Dammit.
An urge flowed through Torrey’s muscles to pull apart her molecules and rearrange them so she wouldn’t be recognized. That way maybe the bus would just pass her by thinking she was an innocent squirrel munching on an acorn.
The bus slowed its speed and flicked on its flashing, front lights signaling it was about to pick up. Dammit, dammit. The idea was stupid anyway. The bus driver was smarter than that. Plus, she was standing under a palm tree.
The yellow hulk of metal screeched to a halt in front of her. It doors swung open to reveal a tall, handsome bald man dressed as if he was about to go out for a job interview sitting in the driver’s seat. He turned to look at her standing before the steep steps. Torrey noted that his right eye was a pale blue, which unmistakably meant he was blind in that eye. His other eye was a deep chestnut brown that stared at her intently.
“What be your name, little missus?” His voice was an almost exact copy of Morgan Freeman’s. What the hell?
“Torrey Martinez; I’m new.” She replied, attempting to sound a little less nervous. It didn’t help much.
“I believe I remember the headmaster saying something about you.” His bushy brown eyebrows folded together. He turned back around in his seat and stared off into space. Torrey sat watching him for a few moments wondering if she should get on.
“Well, you getting on?” He echoed her thoughts. She took this as her signal and stepped up briskly. She turned to him quickly, remembering something.
“I think you owe me your name now, don’t ya think?”
“Don’t I think? Well yes, I would owe you that, wouldn’t I? I suppose you can call me Handy.” A white smile cracked across his bare angular face.
“I suppose I could.” Torrey replied wisely. There was something about Handy that she liked. Though she wasn’t sure yet what that was yet.

God, I feel such a nerd when I do this kinda stuff.
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Ooh. Thanks :DDDDDD
You're welcome. I shall be your editor.
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I'm working on the next part.
Yipee.
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He smiled as she passed and swung the door closed, before taking off down the street. She walked down the aisles slowly, looking for a seat. There were kids like any other bus placed in clumps across the seats, talking about what they did over summer. Camping….summer jobs…..babysitting. This was just seemed wrong to her. Shouldn’t they have been saving the world or something like that? She seriously needed to stop letting her head get to her.
She walked back to the front and chose the empty seat behind Handy. His eyes flicked toward her through the long rearview mirror.
“It’ll get weirder soon. Just wait.” A voice sounded behind her, sending chills down her arms. She pulled her sweater jacket’s long, black sleeves further down her arms and turned her chestnut eyes to view the source of the voice.
For a second, she didn’t see anyone looking at her, or even acknowledging her existence for that matter. Then a figure wrapped in a black jacket shifted in the seat behind her. Her eyes focused on him. She could tell he was a boy by instinct somehow. At that moment his hooded head turned to her, letting her observe his face. He had a boyish frame to his face with a button nose and full lips, suggesting that he was younger than her. Slightly sunken-in, deep blue eyes peered out to her from under the dipping hood. A tip of his lips twitched as if they were tempted to smirk.
“W-”
“Yes, that was me.” She blinked. One mystery solved.
“You’re quick.” He remarked. He shifted in his seat and looked back through the cool window pane. There was a long pause where neither said nothing. For a moment, Torrey considered that he wouldn’t continue. But as soon as she thought it, he spoke.
“I’m a mindreader. That’ll solve your second mystery.” He was right. Second mystery solved. A smile lit up her freckled face and she responded as she turned back in her seat and looked out the window herself.
“One more.”
“AJ. Happy now?” Content filled her thoughts. Third mystery solved. AJ was the first super around her age that she had ever spoken too. Yes, she was indeed happy.

She didn’t speak for the next several moments. The bus stopped again and Handy swung open the doors and with it loaded on two more students. They must have been old students, because Handy didn’t question them.
“Don’t! You have one more.” AJ spoke out loud enough for the bus driver to hear. Handy threw back open the doors and on squabbled a short, stout, purple-haired, pixie-ish girl. She wore a tight, black dress that wrapped around her curves smartly and dirty pink gladiators. Her trimmed violet eyebrows arched on her face indignantly.
“Yeah, you better stop for me.” She warned Handy. Torrey caught sight of her grey eyes flashing purple as her hair, then turning right back to their original hue.
“Sure thing, milady.” His Morgan voice agreed. The pixie looked satisfied and looked over the rest of the bus to see if it passed her inspection. A look of disdain passed over her face until her silver eyes passed over Torrey.
“Is anyone sitting here?” The pixie asked with an eyebrow raised, daring her to lie. A snake-bite hung over her lower red lip and her right nostral was pierced.
“Nope.” Torrey submitted willingly and she sat down. She turned to Torrey and looked at her expectantly.
“The name’s Mona. I’m a draki. What are you?” Torrey had read something about a draki once in some story. They were descendents of dragons and had the defense ability to be able to switch into a human. They were supposed to be extinct as dragons were. Obviously, that was only in fairytales.
“I’m Torrey. I’m a shapeshifter.”
“Cool. So, you can change into birds and sh.it like that?” The more the draki talked, the more the she liked her.
“It’s broader than that for me. I can shift into whatever I like. Emphasis, on the whatever.” Torrey detailed to her. Leala contemplated what she said, before speaking.
“Ah, sounds too complicated. Like you never know what you are. I know what I am. If anyone doesn’t like it, they can fu.ck off.” She announced loud enough so that the whole bus could have heard if they were paying any attention; her arms crossed over her chest.
“More like I never have to settle on one thing.” Torrey retaliated
“Sure. Still sounds complicated.” At this, they both laughed. Torrey liked Mona so far. She thought the young draki was like a fiery ball of rebel. This time it was AJ who laughed.
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Completely unedited. So excuse any typos and missed punctuation, please. Decided to enter two characters in this entry. This is still Chapter 1. AJ, how do you like your character so far?
He smiled as she passed and swung the door closed, before taking off down the street. She walked down the aisles slowly, looking for a seat. There were kids like any other bus placed in clumps across the seats, talking about what they did over summer. Camping…summer jobs…babysitting. This just seemed wrong to her. Shouldn’t they have been saving the world or something like that? She seriously needed to stop letting her head get to her.
She walked back to the front and chose the empty seat behind Handy. His eyes flicked toward her through the long rearview mirror.
“It’ll get weirder soon. Just wait.” A voice sounded behind her, sending chills down her arms. She pulled her sweater jacket’s long, black sleeves further down her arms and turned her chestnut eyes to view the source of the voice.
For a second, she didn’t see anyone looking at her, or even acknowledging her existence for that matter. Then a figure wrapped in a black jacket shifted in the seat behind her. Her eyes focused on him. She could tell he was a boy by instinct somehow. At that moment his hooded head turned to her, letting her observe his face. He had a boyish frame to his face with a button nose and full lips, suggesting that he was younger than her. Slightly sunken-in, deep blue eyes peered out to her from under the dipping hood. The tip of his lips twitched as if they were tempted to smirk.
“W-”
“Yes, that was me.” She blinked. One mystery solved.
“You’re quick.” He remarked. He shifted in his seat and looked back through the cool window pane. There was a long pause where neither said nothing. For a moment, Torrey considered that he wouldn’t continue. But as soon as she thought it, he spoke.
“I’m a mindreader. That’ll solve your second mystery.” He was right. Second mystery solved. A smile lit up her freckled face and she responded as she turned back in her seat and looked out the window herself.
“One more.”
“AJ. Happy now?” Content filled her thoughts. Third mystery solved. AJ was the first super around her age that she had ever spoken too. Yes, she was indeed happy.

She didn’t speak for several moments. The bus stopped again and Handy swung open the doors and with it loaded on two more students. They must have been old students, because Handy didn’t question them.
“Don’t! You have one more.” AJ spoke out loud enough for the bus driver to hear. Handy threw back open the doors and on squabbled a short, stout, purple-haired, pixie like girl. She wore a tight, black dress that wrapped around her curves smartly and dirty pink gladiators. Her trimmed violet eyebrows arched on her face indignantly.
“Yeah, you better stop for me.” She warned Handy. Torrey caught sight of her grey eyes flashing purple as her hair, then turning right back to their original hue.
“Sure thing, milady.” His Morgan voice agreed. The pixie looked satisfied and looked over the rest of the bus to see if it passed her inspection. A look of disdain passed over her face until her silver eyes passed over Torrey.
“Is anyone sitting here?” The pixie asked with an eyebrow raised, daring her to lie. A snake-bite hung over her lower red lip and her right nostril was pierced.
“Nope.” Torrey submitted willingly and she sat down. She turned to Torrey and looked at her expectantly.
“The name’s Mona. I’m a draki. What are you?” Torrey had read something about a draki once in some story. They were descendents of dragons and had the defense ability to be able to switch into a human. They were supposed to be extinct as dragons were. Obviously, that was only in fairytales.
“I’m Torrey. I’m a shapeshifter.”
“Cool. So, you can change into birds and sh.it like that?” The more the draki talked, the more the she liked her.
“It’s broader than that for me. I can shift into whatever I like. Emphasis, on the whatever.” Torrey detailed to her. Leala contemplated what she said, before speaking.
“Ah, sounds too complicated. Like you never know what you are. I know what I am. If anyone doesn’t like it, they can fu.ck off.” She announced loud enough so that the whole bus could have heard if they were paying any attention; her arms crossed over her chest.
“More like I never have to settle on one thing.” Torrey retaliated
“Sure. Still sounds complicated.” At this, they both laughed. Torrey liked Mona so far. She thought the young draki was like a fiery ball of rebel. This time it was AJ who laughed.


Edited. A few things which I don't quite think makes perfect sense, but I don't quite know how to correct them, so it'll do.
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I love how I can read your throughts willingly, most movies portray them trying not to, but we know whats going on here.
Yeah.
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The way I write may seem fragmented, but I'm trying to portray my thoughts as they are. Also, the way you ability works AJ is that you can "read" what they're thinking at that certain moment. But only what they're thinking at that certain moment. Kinda like Edward. But without sparkles.
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What do you guys think of Mona? She is based off of one of my best friends.
She is EVIL!!!!!!!!!!
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How so?
SHE IS EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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No, she's bada.ss.
SHE IS EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Do the next one. Please.
Aye. I want me to be in it.
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I think the next will have Charles, Ben, and maybe Dave.
Dave?
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Dave?
Who's Dave?
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Someone I know...
Ah.
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Next one please.
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Tomorrow or Wednesday, it will likely get done.
Yipee.
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The bus continued on this time for nearly twenty minutes before ever hinting a stop. Mona had gone into a full-scale, dramatic story about her summer vacation with her draki dad in Romania or Turkey or somewhere like that. Turns out there is a whole organization of the creatures, all in hiding. She detailed about her intense training with three other young half-breeds who “annoyed the living bad out of her with their stuck up egos.” It was actually a rather comical story for Torrey and she began to feel like this school was finally making some sense.
Handy slowed down to a halt just as Mona finished her tale about the goodbye feast with the Elders. The glass door swung open and this time two student boarded the bus briskly. The first was a tall, scruffy brown-haired guy that to be at least eighteen judging by the light stubble on his face and muscular arms. He wore a red and white rugby shirt and tan cargo shorts. Handy just let him pass and plop down in the adjacent first seat.
Though, the second kid wasn’t quite as lucky. He was stopped and asked his identification by the bald-headed driver.
“Just call me Fox. “ He looked with suspicious eyes around the bus as if at any time he would be attacked. His right-hand’s fingers tapped to his side while his left hand was tucked away in his MCR messenger bag, obviously gripped around something.
“Sorry but we don’t have a ‘Fox’ on the list.” Handy reported, but this time in a voice that imitated Chuck Norris. This surprised Torrey she had to take a double-take. AJ’s hand shot out and tapped her on the shoulder, fixing her confusion.
“He’s a free-tongue. Can speak or understand any language, accent, voice or basically anything that has to do with communication.” He whispered. Torrey sent a mental thanks and he sat back in his seat. The boy who called himself Fox slipped his left hand out of his backpack and held out a little card to the driver, who grunted in recognition.
“Alright, go on back.” Fox dipped his head curtly and sat in the seat next to the first kid.

“Bit stiff there, mate?” A strong Australian accent lit up the first kid’s voice. He shifted his own normal backpack to his lap to make room for Fox.
“Yeah.” That’s all he said. Torrey would have thought it was suspicious if Mona had not taken the opportunity to continue her story. She tried her best to keep up with the draki’s talking, but it wasn’t easy with her mind wondering a hundred questions a minute.
“We’re getting close, folks. Any minute now.”
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Alright, so this is JUST their entries. It doesn't give much detail. But that will come with time. Ben...I'm horrible at Australian. I hope that's okay.
The bus continued on this time for nearly twenty minutes before ever even hinting a stop. Mona had gone into a full-scale, dramatic story about her summer vacation with her draki dad in Romania or Turkey or somewhere like that. Turns out there is a whole organization of the creatures, all in hiding. She detailed about her intense training with three other young half-breeds who “annoyed the living bad out of her with their stuck up egos.” It was actually a rather comical story for Torrey and she began to feel like this school was finally making some sense.
Handy slowed down to a halt just as Mona finished her tale about the goodbye feast with the Elders. The glass door swung open and this time two student boarded the bus briskly. The first was a tall, scruffy brown-haired guy that to be at least eighteen judging by the light stubble on his face and muscular arms. He wore a red and white rugby shirt and tan cargo shorts. Handy just let him pass and plop down in the adjacent first seat.
Though, the second kid wasn’t quite as lucky. He was stopped and asked his identification by the bald-headed driver.
“Just call me Fox. “ He looked with suspicious eyes around the bus as if at any time he would be attacked. His right-hand’s fingers tapped to his side while his left hand was tucked away in his MCR messenger bag, obviously gripped around something.
“Sorry but we don’t have a ‘Fox’ on the list.” Handy reported, but this time in a voice that imitated Chuck Norris. This surprised Torrey she had to take a double-take. AJ’s hand shot out and tapped her on the shoulder, fixing her confusion.
“He’s a free-tongue. Can speak or understand any language, accent, voice or basically anything that has to do with communication.” He whispered. Torrey sent a mental thanks and he sat back in his seat. The boy who called himself Fox slipped his left hand out of his backpack and held out a little card to the driver, who grunted in recognition.
“Alright, go on back.” Fox dipped his head curtly and sat in the seat next to the first kid.

“Bit stiff there, mate?” A strong Australian accent lit up the first kid’s voice. He shifted his own normal backpack to his lap to make room for Fox.
“Yeah.” That’s all he said. Torrey would have thought it was suspicious if Mona had not taken the opportunity to continue her story. She tried her best to keep up with the draki’s talking, but it wasn’t easy with her mind wondering a hundred questions a minute.
“We’re getting close, folks; any minutes now.”

I honestly fell over laughing when it got to my part.
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I just saw that now that you've pointed that out. LMAO.
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XD Lol I like it. I also liked the MCR bag detail :D And ben's mah buddeh :D
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If you hadn't gone of about MCR recently, it would have been Neon Trees.
Ah.
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Lol, haven't listened to Neon Trees in a while. Right now it's MCR, FOB, P!ATD, and Foster The People
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Lol, haven't listened to Neon Trees in a while. Right now it's MCR, FOB, P!ATD, and Foster The People
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Awwright.
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"HE said now "What's your style and who do you listen to?" who cares?" :D I love FTP's new video for "Call it What YOu Want"
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0.o??
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foster the people-call it what you want.
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Hmm. Check out the videos on my facebook!! The band is amazing.
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too lazy to read the long posts
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Then stay off the forum. :D
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Alright, so a couple things to note before I post. One, I changed my character to Willow Nite. I realized while I was writing that I was more writing as Willow. So walah. Second, I stopping this entry at a rather awkward part. I was tired and didn't want to finish the chapter yet. I'll get to it later. Third, AJ I'm thinking of changing your character's name to Jole Anderson. You okay wih this? Forth, Sauron do you what your character to be named Ben or something else? I'm trying to think up some names. Also, I need to learn how an Australian would talk. Not my fortay. Last, ignore if this whole entry sucks, cause I think it does. Hopefully I can spice it up a bit.
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