In most schools, it would have been strange to see an 8-year-old applying for the sophomore year. It would have drawn looks, started rumors, and it certainly would have had more of an impact than it did here. But then again, SUPER High wasn't like most other schools. The students here had seen far stranger things, and would see stranger things yet, as they explored a world of mysterious powers, both magical and genetic. As it was, people hardly gave the child a second glance, bustling along on their own business.
The child in question was Sarah, for the moment at least. It had been the name of a child in a small village, irrelevant in any way. Most likely, that child would grow up to live an average life, and die an average death. However, Sarah had seen a strange thing in her youth, a mysterious creature of slime and blade, wild and furious. However, instead of screaming and running, as most children would have done, Sarah had simply stood there, and stared.
It had probably been shock. Potentially, the child simply hadn't understood what it was seeing. But to such a creature, it had meant something, at least. As such, for now, it would be Sarah, the girl that had watched. The girl that hadn't been killed.
Sarah was lost in thought, as she walked into the Auditorium. Automatically, her nose seperated and identified the scents of the students. She could hear their heartbeats, their merest breaths, and located them with ease. They clumped together in small groups, talking among themselves about classes, gossip, and whatever hobby they might be interested in. To Sarah, it would all be new. She had been briefed on the concept of a school, a place where she would come to learn how, and why, to use her unique capabilities. It would be a place with people like her, to an extent, humans with powers and abilities. She'd certainly fit in better here than she would anywhere else.
Sitting down far from anyone else, Sarah silently observed the rest of the students, as they mingled and talked and worried and thought. Each was so preoccupied with their own business, either grand or small, some planning and scheming, others simply living in the moment. It was a plethora of activity, all only slightly interlinked, and the sight of it slightly scared Sarah. She had never seen this many people in a single room together, packed so densely on top of each other. And yet, not a single hostile act could be seen, no shooting, no loud shouts or screams for help. It was, in her inexperienced mind, a bit of a contradiction.
For good or ill, she was part of this group now. It would be new and scary, but maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to figure out who - and what - she was, in this strange place.