vandalism? || [open]
Saya was always the helpful sort. If any of her teachers needed someone to take something to the office, she didn’t mind volunteering. After all, there weren’t really a whole lot of students who might have offered in some of her classes. But then there were times when the teacher just picked someone random, and somehow, nine times out of ten, it would end up being Saya.
But the brunette really didn’t mind, because she was helping out. And really, she was incredibly grateful to the school for giving her a chance to come here after everything that had happened at her old school. At the very least, this was a chance to start over again while learning to control her power. Carefully, she adjusted the stack of books in her arms, pushing the grim thoughts from her mind as she made her way to the drama room.
Then her shoe slipped out from under her and her eyes widened as she pitched forward. The books clattered from her arms as she threw her hands out to brace herself, shutting her eyes tight before she smacked into the wall--however, her powers always had the worst timing when they activated. When she opened her eyes again, she found she had punched through the wall.
“Oh no,” she almost whined. “Not again...”












