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Whisper

From the moment she got on the bus until the moment she would exit Whisper Worthington had earbuds in and was listening to her Favorites playlist. Her green eyes had gazed out the window the entire ride. She did not acknowledge the other passengers. The seventeen year old did not want to be on the bus. She did not want to attend this "hero school". If she was going to attend such a school Whisper had another in mind. One that specialized in training Homo Sapien Superiors. Her father loading her up on the bus and sending her away like this disgusted her. She had know dreams of being a hero. She had no desire to fight crime.

When the bus came to a halt Whisper gathered up her purse and exited with the others. Her ipod, purse and it's few contents were are the young woman had brought with her for her luggage, she assumed, had either already arrived or would arrive soon. Whisper stood with her soon-to-be classmates pulling the earbuds from her ears as she scanned her surroundings. She casually placed her ipod in her purse and retrieved her strawberry lip gloss which she applied as her eyes looked at the building that stood before her. All of this for... how many of us? Whisper thought to herself. Either S.H.I.E.L.D. has way too much money, or the recruitment didn't go so well.

Whisper adjusted her white, v-neck silk blouse as she stood there amongst the others with a look of impatience. She gave a quick look at the others around her. The heiress of Worthington Industries was sure her designer jeans cost more than all there outfits together. Her faux leather boots probably cost more.

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