Proving yourself. ((anyone))

There was an annoying ringing in Zoey’s ear that was known as her alarm clock. She searched for a while to find the off button and with her arm flying about in thin air, she finally found it and shut it off. She opened her eyes to find that what was her alarm clock was now a mess of mechanics; sometimes she didn’t know her own strength. Zoey quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs to the place were a teacher had told her to meet him at. Once she appeared ready for anything, Zoey searched around for the teacher. He wasn’t there yet so to past the time away, she sat on the comfortable sofa again and looked at the painting. She knew who the man in the picture was now. He was known as Professor X but he had died recently and that was the reason the school is called Xavier institute. Zoey’s thoughts were interrupted by a quick sharp voice that she recognized. It was the Teacher she had talked to the other day. He shouted at her to get a move on and go outside to the training field. Without a moment’s thought, Zoey ran out of the mansion and onto what looked like a football field.

Zoey still didn’t have a clue why she was standing in the middle of a pitch. She didn’t know what inspection meant either but she decided to give it a pass and trust a teacher for once. She stood straight and still whilst the teacher walked around her. She didn’t look in his eyes but his harsh voice interrupted the silence. He demanded that she ran around the field a couple of times. Piece of cake. She thought as started sprinting around the field. After five minutes of running, her breathing was heavy and a little drop of sweat dripped from her forehead onto the floor. She smiled mischievously at the teacher as he wrote something down on his clipboard. He seemed to be impressed that a small girl like herself was able to run that far without her collapsing or panting on the floor.

The next order the teacher gave came at a shock to her. He ordered her to fight the student that was about to appear. What is this? She thought. What sort of school is this?! Anger surging through her. This wasn’t in the brochure and nobody had told her about this. It would’ve been nice for a little warning or something but then again, she would hardly pass. If it was some big boy or girl then she’d be screwed. If it was a telepath, she would surely fail but then again when does a small girl like herself have the ability to withhold ten times her own weight and survive? Nobody she knew anyway. Zoey pushed the doubts from her mind and readied herself. She secured her footing and was ready for whatever they were going to throw at her. Never again would she be the weak little girl that everyone thought.