[center][img]http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i374/bensundeitestutho/MsMarvelBanner2_zpstn5miyti.png[/img][/center][center][b]Carol Danvers[/b][/center]
	Although Carol was physically in school, her mind could have been light-years away.  For a month, Carol had this fear in her mind that she was a mutant because of the sudden appearance of her powers.  Carol had even dialed the number that the X-Men who had assisted her with dealing with the Brotherhood of Mutants in Boston, although she hung up before anyone picked up every single time.  However, ever since her last mission with S.W.O.R.D., an even scarier revelation was uncovered.  

	Was she some kind of alien?  For some strange reason, that avian woman identified Carol as some sort of extraterrestrial race called the Kree.  Could this explain why her father had always preferred his sons over Carol?  Even if this was true, Carol could never bring herself to ask.  She was too afraid of asking if they thought that she was a mutant, let alone something as outlandish as an alien.  Even S.W.O.R.D. was not sure what Carol was.

	While Carol was lost in thought, a commotion erupted from down the school hallway.  Karla Sofen was a notorious bully at Carol’s school, usually picking on hapless underclassmen who unfortunately incur her wrath.  Because of her infamous reputation, it would almost be karma to describe her as white trash, taking out her own insecurities on others.  This time, she was picking on a freshman girl of Pakistani descent.  Karla had pinned the girl up against the wall of lockers and she would have stuffed the poor freshmen into a locker if they were a little bit larger.

	Something instinctively pushed Carol to intervene.  She marched over to where the freshman was being harassed and called Karla out on it.

	“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”  Carol dared Karla.  In response, Karla turned towards Carol and shoved her, although for some reason unknown to the bully she could not make Carol budge.

	Almost immediately after Karla had made contact with Carol, one of the nearby teachers rushed over to break up what he might have thought could have broken out into a fight.

	“Ms. Sofen, don’t you have math this period?”  The teacher asked, although he already knew that the answer was a ‘yes’.  Karla rolled her eyes at the educator before she walked away back to class, lucky that he did not write up a detention slip on the stop.  The freshman sheepishly thanked Carol for standing up for her and dashed away to class.  Once Karla and the young girl were gone, Carol turned to head towards her own class.  However, before she could get far, she heard the teacher’s voice again.

	“Ms. Danvers,” The teacher began, “You know the dress code.  While I will let you off with a warning because you haven’t broken them in the four years you have been here, don’t think you can wear whatever you want because you’re a senior now.”

	Carol was bewildered at this comment.  For the past couple periods, no one had mentioned anything about the dress code to her.  In fact, she had worn this shirt and skirt before and have not been warned about it.  However, when she looked down at herself, she was shocked to see that there was a small section of her stomach that wasn’t covered by the bottom of her shirt and that her skirt did not cover as much of her thigh as she thought it did.  She was dumbfounded at how her clothes had shrunk.  Or had they?

	“Sorry about that.  I won’t happen again!”  Carol apologized as her face became bright red with embarrassment.  Her powers must have somehow started to activate when she confronted Karla.  The physical changes she usually experienced while she was ‘powered up’ must have only started to appear, which would have explained why her clothes might have looked a little smaller on her.  Carol just stretched down the bottom of her shirt and scampered off to class before anyone could realize that it was her body and not her clothes that had changed.