Mira rested her book bag against her desk, feeling completely exhausted. Slipping off her uniform jacket and tossing it aside.
Being a hero was great when you were loved, but the constant pressure to save everyone, to be a powerful should of good, it took a toll.
She sighed, taking her hair clip, the power she weilded, and placed it on her night stand. She needed a rest. The bruises from the e...