My name is Adelaide, but I go by Addie. I’m the daughter of one of the most powerful supers in the West Hall, Riddle. He is part of a tiny group of supers called the Foundation, which means I’m Foundation, as well. And for most of my life, actually, ALL of my life and several years before it, the Working Supers have hated and resented the Foundation supers because, um…
Honestly, I think they were afraid of them? I just try not to say that part out loud, because they’d probably get offended. But they also hate them because they were afraid that Dad and my aunts and uncles would start working and take their places as headliners in the super gigs. The Foundation, on the other hand, was focused on making millions hand-over-fist to support Negatia and the Hall, not because they’re die-hard Hall lovers, but because they’re die-hard Negatia lovers. Especially my dad. Dad’s in love with her.
‘Addie!’ Shane says, making me jerk as I realize that he’s right in front of me. ‘You started putting it together on your own again,’ he says.
I blush brightly, turning and looking to see what he’s talking about. Several parts are now glowing and floating—and the street lights? They’re all already hooked up.
‘She got distracted, didn’t she?’ Grace asks, laughing.
‘She got distracted,’ several of my classmates agree, grinning from ear-to-ear.
‘Sorry,’ I say, covering my face with my hands to try and hide how red I am.
Genre: Fantasy
Honestly, I think they were afraid of them? I just try not to say that part out loud, because they’d probably get offended. But they also hate them because they were afraid that Dad and my aunts and uncles would start working and take their places as headliners in the super gigs. The Foundation, on the other hand, was focused on making millions hand-over-fist to support Negatia and the Hall, not because they’re die-hard Hall lovers, but because they’re die-hard Negatia lovers. Especially my dad. Dad’s in love with her.
‘Addie!’ Shane says, making me jerk as I realize that he’s right in front of me. ‘You started putting it together on your own again,’ he says.
I blush brightly, turning and looking to see what he’s talking about. Several parts are now glowing and floating—and the street lights? They’re all already hooked up.
‘She got distracted, didn’t she?’ Grace asks, laughing.
‘She got distracted,’ several of my classmates agree, grinning from ear-to-ear.
‘Sorry,’ I say, covering my face with my hands to try and hide how red I am.
Genre: Fantasy
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