Coral Coast Academy, a school unlike any other located in a sleepy town on the coast, where superhumans who hadn’t yet learnt how to control their abilities came when they were young adults. There was a number of reasons as to why they hadn’t learnt. The most common one was probably that their powers hadn’t manifested themselves until later in life.
That hadn’t been the case for Chloe. She was no prodigy by any means, but she’d more or less been born with scales and a tail. A privilege that had meant she had had her entire childhood to learn how to master the innate powers of her own body. It certainly helped that her parents were mutants as well, since they could provide some guidance.
As a teacher though, she may not have the sympathy and understanding for her supposed students as someone that had gone through the same situation as them would. Chloe had never considered becoming a teacher before the offer had appeared before her. She certainly had the skill and self-control to help them, but she’d imagined herself as a drummer in some famous band. When that plan likely failed, she would have fallen back on working in some music store before ever getting the idea to become a teacher.
Yet here she was, standing outside the walls of the school and smoking after a day’s work. She’d taken the job because it paid more than anything else she’d done, and she got to spend most of her time with other superhumans. Chloe could hide her powers well enough, but normal humans still made her feel like a freak. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with being a mutant. She just felt more comfortable around her own.
It didn’t seem to be the case for everyone, she thought as she noticed one of her fellow teachers exit the academy. A rather pretty woman, if somewhat silent and reserved. Chloe hadn’t talked with her all that much. Sure, they’d had small talk conversations about work, but little else. She’d decided to see if she could change that, because she hadn’t made any friends among her co-workers yet and figured she was as good a person to start with as any. Better actually, at least she’d have a pretty face to look at if it turned out they had nothing in common other than work. The other teachers were generally older than herself or male.
She dropped her cigarette on the ground, stomped on it with her boot, then walked over to the woman and placed herself in the middle of her path. “Afternoon, Ms. White.” Chloe said, more because she was trying to remember her first name than because she was trying to be polite. “I hope you’ve had a lovely day so far. Anyway, I take it you’ve heard about this teacher party or whatever it was?” She paused for a brief moment, putting on her most endearing smile. “I figured it would be nice to go with someone, and you’d make a great someone to go with.”
It was unclear whether Chloe was asking the other woman to go with her, or telling her that she should go with her. Either way, she stopped talking and waited for a response with a smile.
That hadn’t been the case for Chloe. She was no prodigy by any means, but she’d more or less been born with scales and a tail. A privilege that had meant she had had her entire childhood to learn how to master the innate powers of her own body. It certainly helped that her parents were mutants as well, since they could provide some guidance.
As a teacher though, she may not have the sympathy and understanding for her supposed students as someone that had gone through the same situation as them would. Chloe had never considered becoming a teacher before the offer had appeared before her. She certainly had the skill and self-control to help them, but she’d imagined herself as a drummer in some famous band. When that plan likely failed, she would have fallen back on working in some music store before ever getting the idea to become a teacher.
Yet here she was, standing outside the walls of the school and smoking after a day’s work. She’d taken the job because it paid more than anything else she’d done, and she got to spend most of her time with other superhumans. Chloe could hide her powers well enough, but normal humans still made her feel like a freak. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with being a mutant. She just felt more comfortable around her own.
It didn’t seem to be the case for everyone, she thought as she noticed one of her fellow teachers exit the academy. A rather pretty woman, if somewhat silent and reserved. Chloe hadn’t talked with her all that much. Sure, they’d had small talk conversations about work, but little else. She’d decided to see if she could change that, because she hadn’t made any friends among her co-workers yet and figured she was as good a person to start with as any. Better actually, at least she’d have a pretty face to look at if it turned out they had nothing in common other than work. The other teachers were generally older than herself or male.
She dropped her cigarette on the ground, stomped on it with her boot, then walked over to the woman and placed herself in the middle of her path. “Afternoon, Ms. White.” Chloe said, more because she was trying to remember her first name than because she was trying to be polite. “I hope you’ve had a lovely day so far. Anyway, I take it you’ve heard about this teacher party or whatever it was?” She paused for a brief moment, putting on her most endearing smile. “I figured it would be nice to go with someone, and you’d make a great someone to go with.”
It was unclear whether Chloe was asking the other woman to go with her, or telling her that she should go with her. Either way, she stopped talking and waited for a response with a smile.