<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/NewStudent.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Samuel Bachner<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Terminal Velocity<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Braelyn, Yvette, Brandon, Karter, Nerf the Football<br/><hr/>The Junior student had gone through his classes and survived the first day, something which he was especially thankful for.  Then again, it was usually the second day that was the tougher one.  The first day was usually orientation and whatnot... no real homework to speak of.  Except for Gym.  That class sucked balls.  The coach was alright, but he expected everyone to be like pinnacles of human perfection.  Sam was moderately in shape but nowhere close to where those damn jocks were.  Was it his fault he liked to sit around playing video games and eating Cheetos instead of working out?  His metabolism compensated... gave him a trim waist even if he couldn't bench 350 pounds.<br/><br/>Now the day was over and he slipped into the common area, just in time to see one of the cheerleaders circling some new guy like he was bloody meat in shark infested waters.  Ah, so it was the ice queen.  He recognized her as her face came into view.  He shook his head internally and sighed a touch.  The apple had certainly fallen far from the tree when it came to her.  Her dad was arguably the world's greatest superhero of this age... she was the leader of the school's 'mean girls'.  Her mom was a D-Cup... she was the chairperson of the itty bitty titty committee.  He smirked a bit at that thought, remembering when some girl actually called her that in the hallway.  Ohhhhh that girl ended up being humiliated beyond belief in front of the whole student body.  Yeah, Sam wasn't stupid enough to paint a target on himself.  Those bitches could destroy you if you raised their ire.  It seemed that High School was the same even for superheroes in training.<br/><br/>He noticed another girl playing a video game not far off.  He wondered if he should say hi or just mind his own business.  He slid into a seat at a table not too far from her and pondered whether he should greet her.  She didn't look familiar, so she must be new.  He tapped his fingers on the table as he looked from her to the other two and back.  The guy Braelyn was circling didn't look like he knew what he was getting into... ah well, none of his business.  The tapping of his fingers grew quicker until they became a blur on the table, which began to smoke a bit.  Finally he looked down and yelped a bit, moving to rub at the area that the paint had been scoured away beneath his super fast fingers.  He looked slightly embarrassed but tried to gain his composure back by coughing a bit and pretending like he hadn't just done that.<br/><br/>Then he saw Karter run into the area... looking like she was heading right for Braelyn but she stopped and turned the other way.  But why?  He blinked as an object appeared out of nowhere, about to smack the cheerleader in the face.  Time seemed to slow down to his perception and the ball slowed down as well, until it was barely moving at all.  He knew that he could zip over and stop the hilarity, but fuck it all... he really wanted to see the ice queen get hit in her pretty face.