Filtered against all the baddies
So, first day of classes was okay. Kind of strange to be a normal teenager again, but I can't really complain. At least most of the day was taken up by a career test of sorts. Apparently, I'm a very feeling-oriented person who would do good with an artistic career such as Fashion Design (a little stereotypical, don't you think?) or Art/Animation (I'm actually okay with this). I guess Superhero wasn't an option.
BUT. More importantly - look what I picked up on my way back to the complex:
I know, I know. It's like the cardinal rule not to read your own story, but I'm not exactly the rule-following type. Besides, I already checked the last page, so I know exactly what happened during that time and what to expect.