Prologue

I'm not a good person.

And if I was really honest with myself I'd probably fall on the villainous end of the spectrum. A hero was someone that would think about the good of others first and foremost. A hero was someone that had only one thing they would give up when it came to the people, their life. A hero was someone who faced towards danger instead of their back.

I'd heard these quotes over and over again my entire life. I saw that these words would encourage countless people into believing that they were safe. And for the most part, people were safe, they really were. However, I just couldn't get behind that kind of logic. Most likely because I just wasn't the heroic type.

So you'd imagine my feeling of discomfort as I sit in a desk in the 1-A hero class with a frown. When I'd made a bet with my friends that I would apply for the heroes class if they shaved their heads I didn't think I'd actually get in. I assumed that losing my eyebrows for a week wouldn't be all that bad. At least I'd have a story that I could laugh about. Well I didn't feel like laughing anytime soon.

I should have just failed on purpose and I tried not to get any points, but being killed by robots didn't sit well with me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. Because I was also a procrastinator my applications for another high schools didn't get in on time so I was forced to go here.

On the bright side, my friends were bald and I can laugh at them. On the other hand, I was now in the hero program and was probably going to suffer.

My eyes looked at the other students conversing with one another. All of which had amazing abilities.

I didn't belong here.

Maybe being a high school drop out wouldn't be such a bad idea.