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Okay!
So this suit is REALLY stretchy. I never have to go naked again! Unless I want to. Which who knows I might. I swear I'm not a nudist. Anyway, I stretched myself out into a big Bandie sheet and the suit totally kept up. Inch for inch, I think it's every bit as stretchy as I am right now, and that's totally awesome. Kinda takes some of the wind out of my sails about being the most elastic thing on the planet though. But my limit's still expanding! Ha ha! Expanding.
So anyway, phamplets came in for the two schools. The 'local' one isn't really local at all, it's up in Oregon. I guess it's a little safer for me to say now, I'm currently in Southern California. That's kind of a long drive, but better than if it was in Massachusetts or something. What kind of terrible person would build a school based on tolerance in MA?
Heyo! Bandie's got jokes. Dumbest jokes around folks. Oh man Bandie's got rhymes too. I smell a hip hop career in the works.
Anyway, it's called the Mount Hood Academy, and they take exclusively "Gifted children" between the ages of 12 and 28. Wait, 12 through 28? That's pretty old, isn't it? Oh, whatever. That means I'm well within the range for it. ANYHOO. That's a dumb word. It's like "Believe you me", that makes NO sense.
Crap. Bandie, FOCUS. Bounce topics LATER. Diary NOW.
Okay. So, it's up in the mountains and right by the river. I have no freaking clue WHAT river, it just says "Built on the river". Really big place. Like, really big. As of this year, they have one hundred and fifteen students. Not a ton, but hey, mutants are a relatively new thing and it's not like they're not trying.
Tuition is free which is a plus. Part of the classes is a specialized gym class which I am TOTALLY DOWN FOR. Uniforms are literal, gotta wear spandex to all my classes, I'm mostly okay with that as long as nobody is peepin' my butt. Wait, what if this is just a really creepy way for some rich old perv to watch a bunch of teenagers running around in tights. Damnit, Bandie, stop ruining Christmas for everyone.
Okay, so there's that. The other is...Von Blitzkrieg's School for the Advanced. Von Blitzkrieg? Seriously? I'm already thinking I know which one I'm going to here but it's not 100% up to me. But VON BLITZKRIEG. That just has "Super villain school" written all over it! And not even like a good one! That guy might as well just have a TV commercial of him twirling his mustache and giggling like an idiot.
See, this is the thing. I know these are schools were I'm supposed to be able to go and just be myself. Stretch out without being nervous that anyone's going to call me weird names or anything. I don't know if we're actually going to be trained to be...Super heroes or anything. I hope so, but I can't imagine any adult in the world being okay with training a bunch of kids to fight crime. Especially because there's no...Super crime anyway!
I think I just need to find a place to be before the mutant poo hits the political fan. I think I'm leaning towards Mount Hood, but I only get one vote. My parents get the other two.
I just hope they don't want me to be a super villain for some crazy reason.
So this suit is REALLY stretchy. I never have to go naked again! Unless I want to. Which who knows I might. I swear I'm not a nudist. Anyway, I stretched myself out into a big Bandie sheet and the suit totally kept up. Inch for inch, I think it's every bit as stretchy as I am right now, and that's totally awesome. Kinda takes some of the wind out of my sails about being the most elastic thing on the planet though. But my limit's still expanding! Ha ha! Expanding.
So anyway, phamplets came in for the two schools. The 'local' one isn't really local at all, it's up in Oregon. I guess it's a little safer for me to say now, I'm currently in Southern California. That's kind of a long drive, but better than if it was in Massachusetts or something. What kind of terrible person would build a school based on tolerance in MA?
Heyo! Bandie's got jokes. Dumbest jokes around folks. Oh man Bandie's got rhymes too. I smell a hip hop career in the works.
Anyway, it's called the Mount Hood Academy, and they take exclusively "Gifted children" between the ages of 12 and 28. Wait, 12 through 28? That's pretty old, isn't it? Oh, whatever. That means I'm well within the range for it. ANYHOO. That's a dumb word. It's like "Believe you me", that makes NO sense.
Crap. Bandie, FOCUS. Bounce topics LATER. Diary NOW.
Okay. So, it's up in the mountains and right by the river. I have no freaking clue WHAT river, it just says "Built on the river". Really big place. Like, really big. As of this year, they have one hundred and fifteen students. Not a ton, but hey, mutants are a relatively new thing and it's not like they're not trying.
Tuition is free which is a plus. Part of the classes is a specialized gym class which I am TOTALLY DOWN FOR. Uniforms are literal, gotta wear spandex to all my classes, I'm mostly okay with that as long as nobody is peepin' my butt. Wait, what if this is just a really creepy way for some rich old perv to watch a bunch of teenagers running around in tights. Damnit, Bandie, stop ruining Christmas for everyone.
Okay, so there's that. The other is...Von Blitzkrieg's School for the Advanced. Von Blitzkrieg? Seriously? I'm already thinking I know which one I'm going to here but it's not 100% up to me. But VON BLITZKRIEG. That just has "Super villain school" written all over it! And not even like a good one! That guy might as well just have a TV commercial of him twirling his mustache and giggling like an idiot.
See, this is the thing. I know these are schools were I'm supposed to be able to go and just be myself. Stretch out without being nervous that anyone's going to call me weird names or anything. I don't know if we're actually going to be trained to be...Super heroes or anything. I hope so, but I can't imagine any adult in the world being okay with training a bunch of kids to fight crime. Especially because there's no...Super crime anyway!
I think I just need to find a place to be before the mutant poo hits the political fan. I think I'm leaning towards Mount Hood, but I only get one vote. My parents get the other two.
I just hope they don't want me to be a super villain for some crazy reason.
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I'd pick Mount Hood purely because of the river. I can spend minutes on end just watching any nearby lakes or ponds, and Bandie could probably have some fun with a fast flowing body of water.
But she probably end up as a Bandie boat that got lost too far downstream and has to hitchhike back. Or find two large trees and try to slingshot back, probably folding up into a paper plane mid-flight to make herself aerodynamic.
Stopping now before I inadvertently write a fan fix in the comments section!
But she probably end up as a Bandie boat that got lost too far downstream and has to hitchhike back. Or find two large trees and try to slingshot back, probably folding up into a paper plane mid-flight to make herself aerodynamic.
Stopping now before I inadvertently write a fan fix in the comments section!