(This is a fanfiction. I will be attempting to make the DC characters as close to the real thing as I can - Most of my information will be from the shows as I have no comics to go off of. If you disagree, feel free to make your own story and tag me.)

"-!" I stager to the left as an elbow finds its way into a direct hit on my ribs. After spending all night out on the streets, it really is a nice place to hit in order to cause pain. Laughter walks away from me as the basketball players move away from the gym.

"Eva!" Sammy pauses to lay her hand on my shoulder as she glances over her own, "That looked like it hurt. Are you alright?"

"Peachy." I mutters before shoving myself off the wall to get back into the flow of traffic. "What were you saying before we were interrupted? What's happening in class today?" I slide the topic of conversation away from me as I let her keep pace beside me.

She narrows her eyes. We've been friends long enough for her to tell whenever I'm avoiding something, and I could almost hear the bells going off in her head.

"Fine." She caves to my stubbornness while looking ahead to direct us into a turn. "Supposedly there's going to be a special guest speaker in English. Something about 'this speaker knows more than I do' or whatnot." Sam shrugs as she discretely loops her arm through mine and lightly leans away to get me to turn with her. "I'm pretty sure it's going to be someone stupid. You know, the District Supervisor or a higher shark on the food chain."

I snicker at the thought of the Principal shoved into a suit and sat down on a three legged stool. He would be on the floor before we could even settle into our seats. He's never been one to pass up the opportunity to be direct with the students 'under his charge.'

    "Supposedly it's someone important, though." She continues without a second's thought, "Someone big enough to get Ms. McCarter to clean her room." I almost pause at the new information.

     "Nobody at this school, then." I mumble as my gears start turning before I smile slowly. "Watch it be a Mayoral Candidate. Who's that one she's always going after?" She looks blankly at me. "You know - That one photo she has at the back of the classroom because it's easier to teach him than us?"

      "Oh! Right, uh-" Samantha pinches the bridge of her nose, "Something King? I remember royalty being apart of his name somewhere." I nod in agreement as I lead us around a group of slow walkers.

      "Queen."

     "Right!" Samantha snaps her fingers, "Because you said his sister certainly fit that profile!" It takes both of us another half second to realize that whoever just spoke was neither of us. I glance behind us to see a suit, blonde hair, wide smile, and casually relaxed look.

     "Thea Queen." He says with a snicker, "Although I'm not sure she would fit your type once you got to know her." I turn back around to face the front with a heat building up.

     "Uh, Eva?" Sam has turned now too, "I'm sorry." Before I could respond with all the friendship codes she just broke, our teacher spots who's behind us in the hallway and shoved past us.

I hold my tongue as I go right back against the wall from her shove against my shoulder.

Really need to look into better protective gear.

     "Mr. Queen!" Her words catch the attention of the hallway and she soaks up as much of the attention as she can. "Our classroom is just up ahead." He glances to me before smiling and following her into the psych class.

      "I swear I'll get her one of these days." Sammy growls under her breath while she pulls me off the wall. "That bitch couldn't tell a-"

     "Samantha, stop." I whisper under my breath as we near the doorway. And sure enough, Ms. McCarter is waiting on just the other side of it for us.

     "Ladies, do be more aware of your surroundings. You were slowing his group down from getting here on time." She snips at us before returning to Mr. Queen's side. I have to remember that this isn't a battle worth fighting.

"We passed them in the hall, didn't we?" Sam whispers under her breath, "They should be the ones getting the scolding." I nudge her silent again as we separate to go to our seats.

Samantha has always been able to make friends with the toughest of people, it's how she got to me after wearing me down all through Freshmen year. So to see her smile and greet the others waiting for her by her desk was only a small stab. I sit down and immediately pull out a book.

Now that I think about it, what brought her to me to begin with? We're polar opposites with styles, I'm more of a quiet leader while she's more of a spotlight grabber.

There's a light tap on my desk.

"Not giving you the homework answers, or a copy of my essay, and if you're one of Hayden's basketball players don't even think about trying my number." I give the monotoned response almost without having to think about it.

God there's so many things to cover.

      "Uh, no." A female voice chuckles, "I was more interested in what sports you might be into. Or perhaps a what books you fancy?" I stare at the page in front of me as though it were to blame for this.

      "Well, you don't sound like a horny male, so I guess I'll give you a chance." I bookmark my page as I set the book down and finally look over to the female who's so interested in me. A few things become instantly clear.

Firstly, this is Thea Queen sitting in front of me. Secondly, there's someone else talking to Sam. And lastly, I'm a blubbering idiot.

"I'm sorry." I mumble as I let my head drop for a moment, "I should've looked up before I did anything else." My eyes close while I attempt to swallow the embarrassment climbing up my face.

"You're alright." She chuckles as her arms cross loosely under her chest while she leans against the desk opposite me. "I get the prepared response tactic, it's a nice way to avoid a large amount of social interaction."

     "And in high school I need as little of that as possible." I agree with a nod and slowly slide my book back into the bag beside my desk. A squeal that's about four octaves too high momentarily catches my full attention towards Samantha.

She's alright. Jesus, Elvira, this isn't the streets - Its a fucking school room. The only thing that might hurt her could be a 99.99 grade on some paper.

A low sigh levels out my nerves while I let a second of watching her pass and look back to the royalty in front of me. Something about the look she gives me brings a flash of a red hood and bow behind my eyes. But it's gone within seconds.

"May I ask why you chose Psychology? I noticed you were one of the few who have chosen this as an elective, and not for a main course." She waits until she knows she's got my attention to talk to me again. I silently thank her for not mentioning how jumpy I would appear to be getting.

"It seems like a good way to pass time over being harassed over my reading preferences by the school's librarian." I shrug the question off, "And the more I know about dealing with people the more I can figure out what to do to avoid them."

Get a read for their movements before they throw them.

A grunt raises her shoulders a bit while she glances to Oliver. They seem to make some sort of silent agreement before she smiles politely at me.

"I looked into your grades, and I think you would maybe be interested in working with us. It's a job that you could do without college - And it'll pay well enough to get you through school." She pulls a card out of her pocket and flicks it out to me. I'm not sure if she dropped it, or if this is some sort of test, but the paper comes sailing towards my face at the speed of light.

My hand appearing in front of my face almost startled me while my brain plays catch up. The card sits evenly between my pointer and middle finger about an inch away from my nose. I glance to her shoes in an effort to avoid the annoyance of having to move.

"Thanks." My curt response gets a brief look from some of the other students who have filed into the room. "I'll be sure to keep it in mind whenever I start job hunting." A forced smile comes to my face until she smiles back and walks away.

That was a test. Why would my reflexes be something to pull on?

The teacher clears her throat to get our attention while we begin to sit down.

      "As I'm sure you've figured out, there's a guest speaker here today to help us learn about Political Balances." She claps her hands together as she moves back over to behind her desk, "Give him your full attention and take notes - There will be a test."

      "Our luck? It'll be over his cologne."

The class erupts into laughter while the unknown voice falls silent under the watchful gaze of Ms. McCarter.

"I'm sure your teacher has better things to do than list out my product types." Oliver Queen intercedes her stare down with a faint smile and a small clap. "I understand you all have moved into the strategy part of the brain?" A few nods and low grumbles answer his possibly rhetorical question. "When dealing with business offers and political scandals..."

My eyes are drawn to the back of the classroom as the man who spoke with Sam and the other Queen meet up in hushed tones. He makes the mistake of glancing towards me almost immediately with their encounter.

Would you like to make it more obvious you're talking about me, Sir? I'm not too sure the hint was caught.

Our brief eye contact makes them both pretend like nothing it happening thats out of the ordinary. I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I return to looking at the front of the classroom. Some sort of slideshow is being presented in front of us as he delivers a surprisingly human sound speech to us.

Ms. McCarter is so caught up in his movements that I doubt she would hear the fire alarm were it to go off. A small flash of a headache starts up when I try to return to what he's saying, flashes of green and some sort of projectile flicker across my vision. I manage to keep from making any noise to show my discomfort while I look down to my desk and lightly rub my head. The feeling of being watched draws me to Sam across the room as she looks worried for me.

The hell?

Sparks of some sort of firework dance along my peripherals with an echo of noise. I break eye contact and press my eyes shut, forcing a deep breath through my nose, exhaling with my mouth in a puff of air. The flickers of sound leave with the next exhale and the images vanish soon after.

Looks like I'll have to tell Cisco his device isn't working properly.

The thought alone is enough to bring down my once positive themed attitude. And it comes with friends.

"Miss Ewing!" The call grabs my attention for the front of the classroom, "Just what do you think you're doing?" It takes a moment more for my brain to realize that I've stood up while my knuckles brush the top of my desk.

"I-" My voice falters with the panic of eyes turning on me. "Emergency, Ma'am, I'm sorry." I grab my bag and toss it over my shoulder on my way out the classroom door, ignoring the annoyance of my teacher as she calls for me to sit back down.

It's okay, just go to the labs and find a calm corner. It won't ever be a bother to them if you hide away and keep out of their way.

My footsteps are so fast that I don't hear the second pair behind me until a hand lands on my shoulder. I jump so much that I suddenly actually do have to use the restroom.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam's worried gaze looks back on me with her pursed lips and creased forehead. "I know for a fact that you don't start for another week and a bit, we're synced remember? A curse of spending too much time with you." My face relaxes now that I'm able to trust the person beside me.

But the same flashes begin anew. Sparks of light followed closely by loud crashes of glass falling to the floor. Screams of pain and fear echo off walls that I can't see. I fall away from her with a sharp inhale and shake my head as I pull her off my shoulder.

"No." The word comes out of my mouth even if my brain didn't okay it first. "I mean, yes, I'm okay. I think I just need to go home. Ate something bad or whatnot."

Very smooth, dumbass.

"Okay..." Her suspicion is as clear as the lack of cleaning in the hallway as she looks a little oddly at me. "I hope you get to feeling better." I start moving again after giving her a short nod.

What the hell was that? Why was she thinking about screams, about maybe gunfire?

My eyes hurt as the pressure from my head increases with side effects of the device not working. I pull out my headphones to attempt to block out the world as I step out onto the side walk. My phone opens to a news radio which was the last thing I'd left it on.

"- she's just tearing through the floors! If anyone listening is in the radio station, please, leave while you can! Angelfire is attacking!"

The words make me pause. Angelfire is a new hero to town, only been seen doing the small stuff since Flash gets the big stuff. He has yet to trust that she could be just as useful until she passes the tests he laid out. She can manipulate fire in any way shape or form - Including things like actual fire to picking up the nerves firing in someone's brain.

How do I know this?

I'm Angelfire.