AN-I know both chapters of this story are short, but it just seems to work for now. They'll get longer later, I promise. So, with that said, please enjoy the short chapter 2.

Disclaimer-I don't own Heroes and blah, blah, blah...

Chapter 2: Average

Molly Suresh walked through the doors of Anderson Middle School and headed to her locker.

She unlocked it and swung the door open just as Micah walked up.

"Hey," he said, smiling.

"Hi," she said. She turned back towards the inside of the locker and started messing with her hair.

"Something wrong?" Micah asked, trying to see her face.

"No," she grumbled.

"That sounded really convincing," Micah said, leaning up against the locker next to hers.

"Sarcasm is not your thing," Molly said, turning to face her friend.

"So, seriously, what's wrong?"

Molly shut her locker and leaned up against it.

She sighed, then said, "My dad's being annoying. I think he's still trying to adjust to being a single father of a teenage girl, but it not going great for me."

"What's he doing?" Micah asked.

"Nothing really," she answered. "Just asking too much about what's going on with me. I guess I'm just paranoid."

"And strange," he said.

"Thanks a lot."

"No problem," the boy replayed just as the school bell rang.

"And that would mean that we have to get to class," Molly said.

"Very observant," Micah said.

"Like I said, sarcasm doesn't work for you."

"See you later, Molly."

"You, too."

They waved, then both headed off to class.

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Molly stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection in the mirror, frowning.

She lied to Micah. She knew she had.

She wasn't upset about Mohinder that morning. But she didn't want to face the real reason why she was upset.

She frowned deeper at her reflection. She grew tired of staring at her reflection a long time ago, but she didn't move.

A voice started whispering at the back of her mind. It was saying the real reason why she was upset.

She tried to block it out, but it kept whispering.

She turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, turning off the light after her, and walked into her bedroom. She lay down across her bed.

She refused to be one of those girls. One of the pathetic girls who felt sorry for themselves and hated living in their own skin.

She was a hero. She wasn't just an average person. She was special.

So why did she feel so average?

That was a question she just couldn't seem to answer.

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