<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Carol gets Frustrated.</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Hrmph. Boys. </strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/>The blonde superhero raised a brow to each of the boys who had been the last to join the group. One of them clothes-lined another football player, a large guy who had to be one of those that was meant to protect the quarterback during a game. She had no clue what position it was but knew enough about the game to gather that much information.<br/><br/>The last guy just fell in line next to the short one and her brow rose as she shook her head at their words. She was trying to diffuse the situation not cause more heat to rise with the added testosterone. It was frustrating that they blatantly ignored her and she didn't like it one bit. Digging her heel into the ground she looked at them and then to the guy who suggested they get an authority figure. Glancing to the new arrival who was ready to fight she pushed back a stray lock of hair that kept falling into her face.<br/><br/><strong>"You are not helping the situation. Maybe that guy was right. We should get someone out here since no one listens to reason."</strong><br/><br/>She started to walk off toward to front entrance of the building. Carol really hated being ignored and she knew that being at that school meant she had to put on a face of normalcy. No show of power.. no show of super human strength or otherwise. As much as she would love a good brawl it wasn't possible to do so and maintain that appearance of being a regular person.