King Mediocrity
Settling for less.
Jensen had found himself sitting in class A-2 for some time now, having multiple unique and ordinary faces blend together in a sea of students. These were all heroes, well, soon to be heroes just like him. These would be his classmates, his new batch of friends, and the people he would rely on until the end of his education.. maybe even after, in the world of Pro Heroes. The words of his father were always clearly on display in his head, and right now they rang truer than ever.
"Son! When the going gets tough and something's too big to clean up on your own, never be afraid to call on your friends and family for an extra plunger. We're both so proud of you, now make some friends you can bring to meet us!"
So this was it, the people he had yet to introduce himself to were all around: a sign of what was to come in this amazing and titanic year that sat in front of him! He turned to make his first introduction, getting his name out before the cruel epiphany hit him.
"Um.. Jensen.. Jensen...." The person seemed to be trying to remember his name. "I didn't see your name on the class registry, are you sure you're in the right place?" It was then that the surrounding students turned, all seeming to have no recollection of him or his name. Unanimously, they all shook their heads. "..Oh hey! Right here, Jensen Forbellow, right? You're over here on the directory, in A-1."
..They were right. Oh gosh how could he have forgotten! Right after breakfast and his stretches he had forgotten the reinforcement and encouragement from his mother that, "A-1 must be where you belong, Honey! You're number 1 in our books, after all."
Despite everyone letting him off with a laugh or two and a pat on the shoulder, the walk to and out the door felt pretty humiliating, much like last year's Practical Exam. And there he stood at the door to A-1; really hoping nobody saw him come out of the wrong door. With a deep breath, he walked in the door.
And inside was full of people, everyone unique to the point of standing out entirely. Some of them had already begun talking between themselves, his excitement rising at the mention of "PropellerHead" from another seemingly-average boy. Yet the only person he really recognized was Donavan from before, quietly making his way over.
"Hey, looks like we're classmates after all. I.. miiiight've made a mistake, definitely in the right bowl here."
Well, at least he looked a bit more relaxed around a familiar face, giving the same smile as before. But he would hold his breath before giving the same speech to himself as he did in the last class, just in case he was swapped again.
[ The Legend ]
"Son! When the going gets tough and something's too big to clean up on your own, never be afraid to call on your friends and family for an extra plunger. We're both so proud of you, now make some friends you can bring to meet us!"
So this was it, the people he had yet to introduce himself to were all around: a sign of what was to come in this amazing and titanic year that sat in front of him! He turned to make his first introduction, getting his name out before the cruel epiphany hit him.
"Um.. Jensen.. Jensen...." The person seemed to be trying to remember his name. "I didn't see your name on the class registry, are you sure you're in the right place?" It was then that the surrounding students turned, all seeming to have no recollection of him or his name. Unanimously, they all shook their heads. "..Oh hey! Right here, Jensen Forbellow, right? You're over here on the directory, in A-1."
..They were right. Oh gosh how could he have forgotten! Right after breakfast and his stretches he had forgotten the reinforcement and encouragement from his mother that, "A-1 must be where you belong, Honey! You're number 1 in our books, after all."
Despite everyone letting him off with a laugh or two and a pat on the shoulder, the walk to and out the door felt pretty humiliating, much like last year's Practical Exam. And there he stood at the door to A-1; really hoping nobody saw him come out of the wrong door. With a deep breath, he walked in the door.
And inside was full of people, everyone unique to the point of standing out entirely. Some of them had already begun talking between themselves, his excitement rising at the mention of "PropellerHead" from another seemingly-average boy. Yet the only person he really recognized was Donavan from before, quietly making his way over.
"Hey, looks like we're classmates after all. I.. miiiight've made a mistake, definitely in the right bowl here."
Well, at least he looked a bit more relaxed around a familiar face, giving the same smile as before. But he would hold his breath before giving the same speech to himself as he did in the last class, just in case he was swapped again.
[ The Legend ]
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