Laura woke at 7 a.m., bursting with energy. After her morning routine, she styled her long, golden blonde hair and gazed into the silver-framed mirror, mesmerized by her flaming red eyes.
Her jacket proudly displayed _YOUNG HEROES TRAINING SOCIETY_. Laura aspired to emulate her older brother, _Blue Flame_, and tirelessly pursued that dream.
Downstairs, a sigh escaped her lips. "I was hoping he'd be here." She rationalized, "Being a hero, risking your life daily, is a monumental task. No wonder he's absent."
With her enhanced speed, Laura swiftly prepared breakfast and retrieved the admission button.
"I'll finally protect the powerless, innocent ones, just like big bro," Laura thought.
Pressing the button, a purple swirling portal materialized. Taking a deep breath, Laura stepped in.
Disoriented, Laura found herself in a dark tunnel. Doubts crept in: "Was this a mistake? Did I really pass?"
Recalling her brother's words, "Use your eyes alone and you'll miss the right road," Laura explored the tunnel, pressing her palms against the walls. A hidden scanner revealed itself.
The device scanned her, displaying her picture and details: "Laura Mantors, 17 yrs old, Role: Student."
Relieved, Laura exclaimed, "I passed!"
A door swung open, inviting her to proceed. With curiosity, Laura stepped forward.
_Laura's eyes widened in awe, disbelieving her surroundings. The city teemed with Gifted individuals, their powers on full display. People soared through the air, their laughter echoing. Cutting-edge technology, unimaginable in the outside world, seamlessly integrated into daily life. Spotless streets and vibrant sidewalks pulsed with activity, robots mingling with humans._
_Feeling out of place, Laura struggled to find her bearings. Just as uncertainty began to overwhelm her, a spherical robot materialized, offering assistance. "Do you know where the Young Heroes Training School is?" Laura asked._
_"Follow me, please," the robot replied, leading her on a 25-minute journey to a majestic, marble-blue building. Dismissing the robot's further aid, Laura stepped inside, envisioning new friendships._
Her reverie ended abruptly as she collided with a towering figure. Strong hands grasped her shoulders, inquiring, "Are you alright?" Laura's gaze met piercing blue eyes, their sparkle reminiscent of lightning. Transfixed, she couldn't respond._
_The captivating stranger's voice blended warmth with an undertone of authority, sending shivers down Laura's spine. "Is everything alright?" he repeated, his dark skin contrasting with stunning white hair, chiseled features, and an athletic build.
_Laura regained her composure, gently extricating herself from his grasp. "Sorry, I'm new here," she said, striving to conceal her nervousness. "Do you happen to know where the principal's office is
_The stranger's piercing gaze lingered, his hand thoughtfully on his chin, as if assessing her. Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before he spoke._
_"A new student," he stated, his tone neutral.
_Laura nodded, relief washing over her. "Well, I happen to be a student here as well," the stranger said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips._
_"Then you can show me around," Laura exclaimed, gratitude coloring her voice.
_"Follow me," he said, leading the way.
_As Laura trailed behind him, a sudden noise caught her attention. She spun around, eyes widening as a pink energy spear hurtled toward her.
_Time seemed to warp, slowing to a crawl. Laura's reflexes kicked in, her hand instinctively reaching out. She grasped the spear, her palm glowing vibrant red as she absorbed its energy. The spear dissipated, leaving no trace._
_Laura's eyes blazed with anger, her gaze snapping toward the attacker. A pink-haired girl stood poised, clad in jean shorts and white high-heeled boots, the school jacket draped casually over her shoulder. Pink, catlike eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly smirk curling her lips._
_"You must be the new student the principal was talking about," the girl said, her voice dripping with sarcasm._
_Laura's stance remained tense, her glowing hand still radiating heat. "I not gonna ask again, who are you?" she demanded, her tone firm._
_The pink-haired girl chuckled, unfazed and amused. "I'm Maria a senior here. And you, Laura Mantors, are quite the legend already."