I don't know why I came here. I mean, why on earth would I want to be stuck in a building with freaks who are not normal? Oh yeah, I remember, it's because I'm not normal. I'm the same as the freaks that'll be here but somehow I'll be even more of a freak than them. They're different like me but I'm more different - I can never have a normal life. I'm a multi-powerist meaning I harness more than one 'special talent'. However, in no way is it a special talent for me; it was just another reason for me to bullied at my old school. Well my powers and the fact that I'm gay. I'm not ungrateful for my powers, but it would sure make life easier if I didn't have them. Then again, when things like 'Look, there goes the gay, freak Hummel! What a loser, he should be locked up for testing!' were shouted at me, I was able to leave the building, shift into my comfort form and run off the pain. If I wasn't able to shape shift , my pain would be shown as clear as day on my face constantly. 

My dad found out about the bullying in my junior year, when it started becoming more physical than verbal. That was something I couldn't hide by changing form, the bruises and marks on my face were very real and very visible, unable to hide, even when you have abilities. So, at the end of my junior year, he pulled me out and told the school I wouldn't be going back. He found a school for people like me, with these 'gifts'. He claimed that the only reason he hadn't sent me there in the first place is because it was only for people who are 17, my age now. Apparently it's something about being mature and old enough to be able to control your powers. 

I am thankful to get away from my old school, yet I fear that the same will happen here. I fear that I will never escape the never-ending fear of being shunned and hurt for who I am, as if I chose to be different. My dad seems to know how to fix these insecurities in me - he can read me like a book, which is something I'm grateful for but sometimes I wish he was oblivious to my problems. So here we sit, in the car staring out of the window at my new life. He sees the sadness and fear on my face and breaks the silence that has fell between us. He says,

"A hero isn't measured by the size of their muscles or the powers they have but is measured by the size of their heart and how much they are willing to protect those who need it."

He smiles at me and pats me on the back, these words and the small gesture somehow making me feel better in myself. Although, knowing that I have the big heart, I know all of those idiots who use their powers for fame and attention (and not for helping people) can never enter my life and I know that I can't let them get to me the way the kids did at my old school. I need to be strong and courageous. 

With a reassuring sigh, my dad knows that I am finally ready and gets out of the car to grab my stuff. I take another look out of the window, seeing the new and returning students of 'The Bruce Wayne Academy For Heroes'. Of course, the place I would be learning about my powers and how to control them would be named after a guy who dressed up as a bat for a living. With another sigh, I get out of the car to gather my belongings from my dad and say my final goodbyes.
"Be good Kurt. And make sure no one pushes you around - I see what you can do so, if anyone gives you any trouble just let them have it"
"I'm pretty sure that's not allowed Dad but I sure wont let them off easy."

There's one final bear-crushing hug and then I'm on my own without my dad or anyone I know around me. I feel truly alone. 
I take in my surroundings and realise the school has been hidden well from the public eye, probably so they can't find us, and this is one thing I am glad for; I do not wish to be found. I pick up my luggage and head for the main door to my new present and also, my new future.