Chapter 8
by 
Yelawolf
What happens next?
Onto the next class
Ms. White's class ended with no surprises as she went over very little. She meets everyone and asks about our abilities in private, to almost make sure the other classmates didn't have intel on our power capacity.
She stares at you intensely. "So, John. What is your power? What will make you stand out and join our hero community and stop the villainy."
You look her fat cleavage over, very distracted by Ms. White's huge mounds. You shook free the dirty suggestions you wanted to put into her brain. "My power is mind control, but my fist and my cleverness, plus being creative will make me stand at the top of this class."
"Mind control is a very unique power set in our population. I hope we can bloom your power for good, I think losing focus will be your biggest challenge." She spoke her last words with an arrogant attractiveness.
You grin. "Sorry it's not most days, you get to meet Vixen08." You said seeing the reaction pulling from her alluring face.
You have studied from a young age the hero names and costumes. Ms. White wore this leather outfit and thought you didn't have to guess her former past heroic acts. She with a group of other heavily having bosom heroines stopped a few big serial killers and evil idiots, dictators.
Ms. White. "Mmm very smart my dear boy. I haven't been in action for four years, ever since taking this teaching job. How did you remember me? If you mind me asking."
You stood up getting ready to leave. "I don't forget curvy babes or sexy vixens like you in and out of your sexy costumes." You left her in total shock and in a feeling of astonishment.
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You stare across the classroom at a buff bald over six foot seven inches black guy. Some of the women, like the guys from the previous classroom, are googly eyes at the tall man in a suit. He walks around the room with conviction. You watch his eyes falling to the white girls in class before the other people. You studying him, not having any suspicion of who he was.
He writes on the board. His name, which is Mr. Tatum, the name of the classroom, Hero Potential, and his phone number. He look over his classroom one more time.
"Welcome to my classroom. I'm Mr. Tatum. I'm here to bring forth the hidden potential that laying dormant in you. Most of you probably have never seen me before in the field. Because I'm not a hero who throw fists, but one making the chess moves behind the scene. My ability is one of the distinctive power in the world. Only five people hold it. And I'm not telling you what it is. I'm here to bring out the best in each of you. But if you fall behind in my class I won't offer you a hand up. You will dig yourself out of the shit pile you fell into. Today like Ms. White, it will be an easy day. Tomorrow we will go into our tiers."
"What are tiers?" The dirty blonde hair girl spoke.
"Ms. Hollywood, I won't tolerate people who are speaking out of turn. But here is your answer, I won't go into them now. That is why I say this will be an easy day in my class. Next time you speak, you'll have detention with me." He pauses as he continues. "My phone number is for people who want extra credit during the year and who want to see me if they have queries about me or my class."
Do you talk with Mr. Tatum or move on to the next classroom?
