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Amelia was getting tired of the boy sitting next to her in class. He was struggling with the simplest of the math equations. She was beginning to wonder how he had made it past freshman year of highschool. Lucky for her, the class was almost over, which meant school would be out soon. She was bored with the math they were learning, she’d finished the paper they had been doing a while ago. At least she could doodle on the back while she waited for school to end.
“Amelia, would you mind being so helpful to answer question seven for the class, since you seem to understand the concept so well,” the teacher, Professor Brown, said with fake kindness in her voice.
Amelia glanced around the classroom for a moment before answering, “Twenty seven and a half.”
“Correct,” Professor Brown’s voice had an edge of annoyance to it.
Amelia stared at the clock, wishing that the seconds would tick by a little quicker. The clock read 1:37. Because of the early dismissal, it would be at 1:45 that school would finally be over. And, as the last day of this school year, Amelia would finally be free from the boring school that is Coppersburg High School until next August. That means it will finally be time to initiate her grand plan.
She had been brewing this plan for most of her life. It was quite a simple plan. Become a villain. Target the hero, Stringer, aka Adien Ellis. Kill him. Then the world would be free of that awful excuse of a hero’s existence. It’s not like he was any good at his job anyway, he was too cruel to be in charge of saving people’s lives, the way he treated his son was proof enough of that. That’s why Amelia wanted to end him, or at the very least force him into early retirement.
RING. RING. RING.
The bell finally sounded. Amelia quickly stuffed the math paper into her bag. She found it pointless to give them work on the last day, expect them to do it, and not even collect it since their grade’s couldn’t be changed at this point anyways. She grabbed her bag by the strap and walked out of the class.
Now all she had to do before she could start working on ending Stringer’s hero career, was pick up her brother, Cameron, from his stupid private school. The one that their parents had insisted he go to, without Amelia there to negatively influence him. But she was fine with this arrangement. She could get away with more things without worrying her brother might pick up some of her behavior. She didn’t want him to end up like her.
She pushed herself through the bustling crowd, echoes of conversations whispered in her ears. It was all those teenage conversations of what they plan on doing over the summer. Boring in Amelia’s opinion.
Once she finally made it out of the stuffy, overcrowded school, she pushed her brown hair from overtop her ear, and stuffed an earbud in. She selected a song, and enjoyed the tranquility of the walk to the private school.
Alas, the peace only lasted for that short walk, as soon as she stepped foot into the front office of Coppersburg Private School the secretary called out.
“Are you here to pick up Cameron again?” The secretary, Ms. Laang, asked.
“Yeah,” Amelia always tried to engage in as little conversation with the secretary as possible, since she had heard all about how rude she was to the students.
It had especially ticked Amelia off when Cameron told her that he had been in the front office after being dropped off late by his mom, only to be yelled at by the secretary for being late the moment his mom left.
“Very well, do you know what class he is in at this time?” Ms. Laang asked through a tight lipped smile.
“He’s in Mr. Porter’s class,” Amelia was trying her best to not be rude to the secretary, although she was very close to failing, but who could blame her when the secretary had been rude to her brother?
“Yes, I do believe that is his last class, although is it really necessary for you to pick him up at this time? You're taking away vital class time for him.”
“Yes, I do have to take him now. Now would you mind calling his class?” Amelia scowled.
“Right. While I do that, sign the form that says you're picking him up,” Ms. Laang instructed.
Amelia hurried through the form. She just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Eventually Cameron made it to the office. He gave the secretary a glance before hurrying to Amelia’s side.
“Let’s go,” Amelia said, ushering him out of the school.
The walk was weirdly silent for a while. Amelia was used to Cameron talking her ear off about what he did at school, or anything his classmates did that he found funny. But today he was quiet.
“Is something up?” she asked, she was kind of worried she did something wrong and that was why he wasn’t talking.
“I got called out of class to go to the guidance counselor today,” he said, his tone was awfully sad.
“Did something happen?” She was worried that something bad was happening, like bullying or the sorts.
“She called Dad. She told him I’m gay,” his eyes were watery, “I’m scared Dad will be mad at me.”
“Hold on, you’re gay? And why would Dad be mad at you?” Amelia questioned.
Cameron regarded the ground, “Well, he didn’t really take kindly to you coming out as ace. And he always said I was ‘the second chance’ to make up for everything you messed up.”
“That’s true… but you are still his son, and my brother, no matter who you like,” Amelia reassured him.
Their conversation was cut short when they arrived at their house. Amelia threw open the door and waltzed in like she owned the place. Cameron walked in more politely.
Cameron’s mom, Kathy, gasped, “Young Lady! Is that how you were raised? To barge in like an animal?”
Amelia rolled her eyes.
“Sorry, Mom.” Cameron apologized for Amelia.
Amelia left for her room, shooting Cameron an apologetic look, but she had an image to maintain and a point to make. She hated Kathy.
Cameron’s mom sighed, “She’ll never learn proper manners, will she?”
Cameron shuffled from foot to foot, “Mom, where’s Dad?”
Kathy checked the time on her phone, “He should be driving home from work right about now. Why?”
“No reason,” Cameron answered, “can you tell me when he gets home?”
“Sure, Hon. Would you like a snack while you wait?” Kathy offered.
“No thanks, Mom. I’ll be in my room.”
Cameron maintained his composure while he walked to his room, although he broke down as soon as he was behind closed doors.
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Amelia had been developing an outfit for weeks that would be flexible enough for her to perform well, while also being strong enough to withstand any possible attack. So far her outfit was kind of disappointing, just a dark purple hoodie and black leggings, stretchy and flexible, yes. But strong? Not so much. She’d have to figure something out about that later.
She took off her circular pendant and traced the bolt across its surface. It had been a gift from her mom the last time Amelia had seen her. She set it carefully in her jewelry case.
Now she had one last thing to do before she could begin taking down Stringer, aka the worst hero in existence. She needed a mask and gloves to hide her identity. The gloves were easy, since she had some from the time her stepmom made her dress up fancy for a party. The mask was a bit harder, since she needed it to cover her whole face while still allowing her to see. She’ll see what she could do with some of her old clothes, perhaps she could find some sort of mesh, until then, she could make due with a face mask.