Wind walked down the hall and stopped by her locker, which was number 515. She got her books out and dropped one of them. She used a tiny amount of air power to levitate it back up to the shelf. She grabbed it again and wiped off the excess dust. She took a moment to look around and thought,
This is your first day of classes, Wind. No time to be nervous. Although, I suppose it's ok if I am. Everybody winds up being the new kid at sometime in their life.
She started to pin up a picture of her and her siblings to her locker door.
This is your first day of classes, Wind. No time to be nervous. Although, I suppose it's ok if I am. Everybody winds up being the new kid at sometime in their life.
She started to pin up a picture of her and her siblings to her locker door.