A Whateley Academy Adventure
August 1st, 2007
"Another day in paradise," I muttered from where I sat on the floor of my prison cell. Sure, it was probably a bit more comfortable than most prison cells, but that didn't change what it was.
At the moment, I was on the floor with my legs spread apart, leaning forward against one leg to stretch and then shifting over and doing the same to my other leg. I spent about five minutes stretching this way, getting a better feel for my new body, which was noticeably more flexible than my old one. I'd performed this stretching routine yesterday morning as well and found that it helped me to feel like I had a little bit of control, at least for a few minutes.
While I stretched, my thoughts turned back to the events of the other day, when I'd not only woken up from my latest burnout, but also learned a great deal of surprising information. Of course, the true nature of my powers was one such surprise, though the fact that my biological father was one of my kidnappers was an even bigger one.