The locker room was dead silent save for my mumbling through the lyrics to Stela Cole's Love Like Mine. As I sketched out my latest drawing, I saw a towering shadow creep up behind me. I paused my music and said, "Hey Aisha."

My girlfriend groaned and responded, "Am I ever gonna be able to sneak up on you?"

I chuckled. "Not when you're ten foot eight, babe."

Aisha pouted as she shrunk back down to her usual five foot two and took a seat on the bench next to me. "You always make fun of my usual height."

I kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Mmm, that's because you're cute when you pout."

Aisha tried her damnedest but ultimately failed to hide her blushing smile. As she leaned against me and watched me sketch, she asked, "You okay, Millie? You don't come in here unless shit's going down."

I sighed. "Ah, you know, the usual. My mom's being a bitch, the other students won't leave me alone, and the teachers aren't doing anything. I just want, like, one break. One break, is that too much to ask?"

"I mean, I don't think it's--WHOA!!"

An invisible force pulled Aisha off of the bench and into an open locker. The locker abruptly closed, revealing Tiffany Leone, who snidely said to me, "You got time to chat, Millie?"

I sighed in exasperation. "Seriously, Tiffany? You can't go one day without being a Tiffany?"

Tiffany stomped over to me and slapped me. As her cronies Lauren and Layla telekinetically stole my sketchpad and placed a seal on the locker Aisha was stuck inside, Tiffany pulled me up by the hair and hissed, "It is one thing to get a lower grade than a Powerless. It's another thing entirely when you get a lower grade than a Powerless tra--"

Aisha cut Tiffany off by yelling, "Finish that sentence and I swear I'll dropkick you through that fucking wall!!!"

Tiffany glared at Aisha and screamed, "STAY OUT OF THIS!" She then turned my attention back to me and made a finger gun. As an explosive spark built up in her fingers, Tiffany aimed for my sketchpad and sneered. "This is what happens when you don't stay in your lane."

ZWHOOOM!

Suddenly, I wasn't held in Tiffany's grasp anymore. I was still in the locker room, but everything around me was a multicolored fever dream. The walls and ceiling looked like a rainbow had vomited on them as the air around me was filled with little glints of light. I looked to my left to see Tiffany and her friends looking around confused trying to find me. Then I saw Lauren was still holding my sketchpad, and I got pissed.

In an instant, I popped out of wherever I had ended up and slammed into Lauren with enough force to slam her against a row of lockers. Tiffany and Layla stared at me in terror as I reclaimed my property. Layla started to back away as she asked, "W--where the hell did you go?!"

I shrugged. "No clue. But I'm not about to complain about finally having the means to kick your asses."

With a single thought, I returned to the colorful world, this time via the floor. Once Layla realized where I had gone, she started panicking and fruitlessly stomping the ground. I popped back into reality directly behind her, kneeing her in the crotch hard enough to send her airborne for a brief moment. As Layla lost concentration, the seal on the locker disappeared, giving Aisha the opportunity to burst out with a murderous look on her face.

Tiffany fell on her ass and tried scooting away to no avail. Aisha sized up and grabbed Tiffany by the collar as she growled, "You're in luck, Tiff: I'll settle for this instead of launching you through the wall." Aisha then shoved Tiffany into the locker and slammed the door shut.

Aisha shrank down a bit as she pulled me into a hug excitedly. "You have powers!! My baby actually has powers!!!"

I hugged Aisha right back and responded, "I know, I can't believe it either! Hey, what did it look like to you?"

"It was so cool; it's like you were a living drawing or something!"

"Ooh, that does sound cool. You wanna see if we can use this to sneak into a movie?"

Aisha grinned and took me by the hand. "Hell yeah I do!"