Chapter 1
Kids yelling, lockers slamming, bells ringing. Kara entered the red double doors of the large brick school, fighting the urge to cover her ears. Red lockers lined the walls, filled with schoolbooks, lunches, and drugs. Only known to Kara in courtesy of her x-ray vision.
She sighed. She should be surprised; they are only a few weeks into school, but she isn’t. It’s hard to miss the smell of weed when passing any of the bathrooms.
Kara made her way through the hallway, trying her best to dodge the kids instead of shoving past them. She didn’t want to hurt anyone with her strength, plus saying ‘Sorry’ over and over tends to get annoying very quickly.
When she got to her locker she quickly put in the combination and pulled it open revealing the inside to be red like the outside, with a shelf near the top. On the inside of the door was a picture of Kara with her adoptive sister Alex, a girl with short red hair and brown eyes at a carnival a few years prior and a small drawing of the symbol that represented the house of el, or to everyone else the ‘S’ that Superman wears.
She grabbed her history textbook. She barely had it out of the locker when the door was slammed shut. She stumbled back; her eyes wide with shock. She recovered quickly, clutching her textbook to her chest on instinct and planting her feet firmly to the ground to balance herself.
She looked up from her feet to see blue eyes, and auburn hair. She rolled her eyes.
“Hope.” She acknowledged. Hope Mikaelson was standing a good 6 inches shorter than her, leaning against the locker next to Kara’s with a smug smirk on her face.
“Danvers.”
“Can I help you?” Kara asked trying to hide her annoyance but failing miserably.
“Nothing just,” She let out a small chuckle, “You should have seen your face.”
Kara sighed, she wished she knew why Hope even started to torment her in the first place back in their freshman year. Every time the girl did something even close to bullying, she didn’t seem to have a good reason for it or at least not one she could give to Kara or her own friends for that matter.
Kara turned around. She didn’t have time to deal with Hope’s useless games. She barely took a step when someone grabbed her arm. Hope’s grip was firm, to firm and Kara couldn’t help the look of shock and confusion that covered her face when looking back at the girl.
“No one walks away from me.” Hope grumbled, “I decide when our interaction ends, not you.” She held Kara’s arm for a few more moments before letting go, giving a harsh shove as she did so.
Kara watched Hope pass her, glaring at her before joining the river of kids rushing to their classes and disappearing moments later.
Kara stood dumbfounded for a moment before shaking it off and making her way to her first-period class, history.