"Pfff, when will the train arrive miss Meredith?" Paul asked his teacher. When asked about which teacher Paul is most cautious around, he always answers Meredith Hillard. That woman is a walking mystery. In the two years Paul had been a student at Herculean Academy, Meredith was the one he had the hardest time dealing with. It's not like she is a bad teacher or that Paul doesn't like her lessons; it's her freaking personality that Paul can't get around. One second she's your typical teacher, doing whatever teachers usually do in their free time, and the next second she becomes a little kid that loves nothing more than to annoy the other students with her overly hyper, happy and infectious personality.
Paul wondered what a person's first impression of her would be if they were to look at her right then. They would see a blonde woman, dressed from top to bottom in black clothes, munching on a leek, sitting on the bench in a perched position.
Can't get more crazy than that... Paul thought, a small grin forming on his lips.
They were waiting for the train with the new batch of would-be superheroes to arrive. Paul remembered his first day, stepping out of the train car and into a world that would change his life forevermore. Today, he had been tasked to escort the freshmen along with miss Meredith back to the academy. Paul figured why the vice-principal made that decision. If miss Meredith was the only one to greet the students, the poor souls would go crazy after only 2 minutes of exposure to her.
Paul sighed,
"Oh well, i guess i'll just wait" he said and sat on the bench, next to his teacher. He reached down on the floor with his left hand and, using his powers, drew the iron from the steel-reinforced floor tiles and created two perfectly round, shiny iron balls. He picked them up and started rotating them in his hand.