The City of Ralla

The city of Ralla rushed with Average Joes; people who went to work, came home and tended their families. And then there were the superheroes. Super strong ones, Genius ones, ones that used Telekinesis. You know the whole party. There were a lot of superheroes in Ralla. But there were also villains; but never mind that, you know all about them ones. I’m the good guy, well girl. Weirdly enough, my powers are really important and both villains and heroes want them. This is my story and how I figured out I had powers. Trust me; it’s not the best way to start. Oh! By the way, my name is Tallamera, my real name. Here’s my story.
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"Tallamera!" my teacher, Mr. Cobalt, snapped. I jumped, blinked a couple of times and looked up at him, smiling.
"Yes sir?" I asked polietely. He grumbled, but didn’t meet my eyes. It was the weird thing; people never met my eyes. I’ve been told they were too icy to look into. Too cold; rude, right? But they are right; even when I look in the mirror at my eyes, I can’t do it. They make me look not who I am.
"Your answer for number 15 please," he grumbled, turning so that his back was facing me. His brown hair was spikey and short, it matched his green, iron pressed shirt and light khaki pants.
"Cr2O7, Dichromate, sir," I replied.
"Correct," he said and continued lecturing about Chemistry. I instantly droned him out and pulled my fingers through my neat, blonde hair. I picked up my green mechanical pencil and started to doodle random pictures on my paper. I always like to draw; sometimes the pictures turned out good. Other times, they didn’t. Fact of life.
Mr. Cobalt clapped his hands together, smacking me out of my thoughts. "Alright, class," he started. "Times almost up. It’s just about 3:30, too. Your homework for the weekend is to do page 342, numbers one through seventeen. Have a nice weekend," he said as the bell rang. I let out a sigh of relief; the weekend. Heaven’s two day break for high schoolers. Since most of my classmates had packed before the bell, they all seemed to vanish just as the bell rang. I shrugged and started dumping my stuff into my bag.
"Tallamera, a word, please," Mr. Cobalt said, not looking up from his desk. I raised my eyebrow, but shrugged it off and zipped my bag up. I tossed one strap of my white Dakine bag over my shoulder and walked up to his desk.
"What can I do for you?" I asked coolly. A flash of darkness crept over his eyes, but as soon as it came, it left. "Is it about my grade? Because I thought I had an A."
"You do," he replied. "It’s your dozing off in class that I don’t like."
"You said at the beginning of the year that taking notes is optional in class," I replied. "I read the book, the info sticks with me and I know what you talk about in class." He nodded and stood from his desk.
"I know that," he retorted. "But I would appreciate you paying a little more attention so I don’t say your name five times, just so you can answer one question."
"I’ll work on it then," I replied cleverly. "I will try to pay attention in class."
"Very well," he said, and then held his hand out to shake mine. I raised my eyebrow, but gripped his hand and shook. "Have a nice weekend."
"You too," I said, then turned on my toes and left. As soon as I left the room, my hand felt like it was freezing. It felt like it was turning to ice; on the inside. It was painful more than cold. Rubbing my hand, I looked up and saw my friend, Chris. He was a good two inches taller than me; his hair was a dirty blonde and just hung over his ears. His eyes were a dark, intense green that almost enhanced his tan skin. I smiled.
"Chris!" I called out, but he ignored me. I walked up to him and waved my freezing hand in front of him. "Chris, tell me if my hands cold." He ignored me so I stood in front of him, staring deep into his green eyes. "Hey! Give up the gig and talk to me!" He laughed and said good bye to another one of his friends and reached through me to get to his locker. He reached through me. I peered down at the hand that was piercing my stomach. My image wavered a bit and I pulled away from his hand.
"Chris! Please, can you hear me?" I shouted in his ear. He didn’t hesitate. I turned to the right in panic and tried to tap a person on the shoulder; my hand went through them. Pulling my hand back, I slowly stepped away from the lockers and looked painfully down at my hand. Tattooed into my palm was a rough star. I let out a soft scream and scratched at my hand. This was no ordinary star, but the star of the infamous group of villains that rampaged Ralla. The star would go away, but my hand continued to freeze, until my hand was covered in a thin layer of ice.
"No," I whispered. I turned back to my Chemistry room and found Mr. Cobalt staring evilly at me. "Who are you?" He laughed coldly, it echoing around the halls.
"You are the one!" he shouted. "The one that the heroes have been looking for. But I have found you first. Barely though; Intel says the heroes know you."
"W-what are you talking about?" I stuttered, my teeth clattering from the cold.
"To answer your first question," he said and started walking up to me. "I am Folcan, leader of Rayne. To not let the heroes get you, I must kill you."
"What!" I shrieked and started to back away from Mr. Cobalt. "You can’t be Folcan…you are a Chemistry teacher, not an evil magician!"
"A cover!" he shouted, finally stopping. "But sadly I can’t kill you-" he paused, allowing me to breathe a breath of relief. "-But Sahtora can." Heavy, loud footsteps echoed through the now empty halls. Sahtora was a seven foot tall man, whom was extremely muscular, having super human strength, and he fought with a sword. He wasn’t too fast, but he wasn’t stupid. He was smart. You just can’t run away from him. You have to hide.
A man, seven feet tall, carrying a sword by his extremely muscular side, walked out and stopped by Folcan’s side. I shivered, but this time, not of the cold. I was standing ten feet away from the two most evil villains in Ralla. I chuckled nervously as one thought, and only one thought, entered my head: Run.
I did just that.
As I rounded the corner, I heard only two words leave Folcan’s mouth, "Kill her."