The Alliance (Arlene Gail)

The Alliance

Sixteen year old, Arlene Gail, continued snacking on her Lay’s potato chips which she dug out of her backpack, having had snagged the chips out of the cabinet, out of site of her dad. He didn’t need to see her grubbing on more treats as her nerves nearly spiraled out of control. She would be attending Warren’s School for the Gifted, today, and the mere thought of it was nerve-wracking. Yeah, she had the Gift, but that didn’t mean she wanted to train to become a vigilante. She had other things to do. Like continue working on her machines. Her go-to project whenever she just wanted to sit back and tinker with something.