If the family dinners had been quiet before, they were loud in comparison to now.

None of the trio spoke anymore, Heath being far too angry with them to even attempt conversation. His parents spoke in hushed tones before he entered the room and went silent when he came in. They were usually discussing therapy or the drugs, which did nothing but drive the anger on.

He usually hastily finished his dinner, never looking up to meet his parents' eyes and then left the room. Despite anger being his main reason for acting in that manner, it was the shame in his mother's eyes that he feared most of all.

He decided to hold the middle finger to his parents and continue to hang out with Poppy. Poppy still didn't know about his powers and he certainly didn't plan telling her.

Ms. Allen was someone else who was disappointed in him. His grades began to drop and though he was worried about it, his mind was so occupied with other thoughts he had little time to address it.

When she handed him a test with a red D- scribbled on it, she glared at him coldly and told him he could do better. Her anger may have been partly due to his outburst as well though.

Despite all this, it was still a surprise to see Poppy's head floating in the darkness outside the window.

It was past midnight when it occurred and Heath had almost gotten to sleep when there was a loud tapping sound.

He got up almost immediately, shaking but determined. He slowly approached the window after locating his weapon of choice, a pillow (it probably wouldn't do much damage, but maybe he could suffocate the invader).

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of Poppy's head. For a second he thought it was her floating decapitated head, but quickly realised she was just dressed in black.

He slowly opened the window, wincing every time it creaked.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed.

Poppy wore her Chesire smile. "I need you."

"For what? And why?"

She paused.

"Yeah, it's really clear you need me," he said, but didn't tell her to leave as he was curious about what she was doing.

"I do," she protested, moving to sit onto the windowsill,"Heard about your little magic trick."

His eyes narrowed. "My magic trick," he repeated.

She nodded. "You know, your power to make things float," she said, wiggling her fingers.

He was tempted to slam the window shut and never speak to her again, but he resisted the urge. "I only did it once," he said, his fists clenching.

"Yeah, but I heard that one time was awesome," she said, winking.

He glared at her and spoke through clenched teeth. "What are you doing?"

"Considering how well our last one went, I think we should try again. Still have the bracelet, by the way."

"We're robbing another place? Where now?"

"The school," she said simply,"I spotted some sh*t there."

He paused and glanced back at his room. It wasn't like they were going to be robbing much... It would be fine. He needed something to take his mind off everything anyway. Even if that thing was stealing from a school.

"Wait a second, I'll get changed."

He quickly changed into dark clothes more suitable for running around. Pyjamas certainly weren't appropriate for robbing a school.

After being frequently told to hurry up, Heath climbed clumsily down the wall of his house and dropped down beside Poppy.

"You took fifteen minutes to change. That's longer than my sister," Poppy said, but paused,"You know, if I had a sister."

They ran to the entire way to the school, and had to pause before entering the building for fear of being heard because of the volume of their gasps for breath.

"We should split up," Poppy said,"We'll find more sh*t that way."

"That's never a good idea," he said, glaring,"That means we're twice as likely to get caught."

"F*ck that. We'll meet back here, outside the school," she said, lowering her tone as they approached the building.

"What are we looking for?"

"Anything valuable, sh*t-wit! Now, we'd better rush, or we'll get caught."

Heath sighed and followed her up as she climbed up the building. Unsurprisingly, he found he was far worse at scaling walls than her.

She managed to find an open window on the second floor and she slid through it, as quiet as a mouse.

Heath managed to get through it, not nearly as silent as her but did it without falling, or causing too much noise.

"I'll take this floor. You take the bottom one," she whispered, her Chesire grin playing upon her lips.

He just nodded and did as he was told. He walked down the stairs carefully, keeping his ears open for whispers (or were they thoughts?)

Every door that creaked or howl of the wind sounded like someone was in the school besides the two. His heart hammered in his chest and questioned if every breath was his or another person's. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead like jewels rolling over a tabletop. The shadows cast by the doors and windows looked like they were moving and the objects took on human shapes in the dark.

However, he continued to move forward, driven by the idea of his sin.

He searched several of the classrooms, before he came to Ms. Allen's. Some of the classrooms were locked, but hers was not, to his utmost joy.

He searched all of her cupboards, far more thoroughly than he had any of the other classrooms he'd snuck through.

He was determined to find something. Anything. Just something of value, he could take from her.

His jaw tightened as he came up with nothing time and time again, despite his intense rummaging.

His eyes caught a flash of gold and he seized the object. It was a small golden ring, with a emerald embedded in the centre. He hadn't seen it many times, but he knew it was valuable. So he pocketed it.

He felt an overwhelming amount of guilt as he closed the cupboard. He almost put it back.

It was the only thing of value he'd found though and he didn't want to return to Poppy empty-handed. She'd say he was an idiot.

And he was determined to repay Ms. Allen for her anger at him. She had indirectly caused his outburst. If she had never told his parents about Poppy, maybe he wouldn't have to go to therapy.

Even so, he felt guilty in taking the ring. He didn't know how much it meant to Ms. Allen after all.

The second thoughts were not enough to stop him from leaving the room with the expensive ring in his pocket.

He rushed through most of the other classrooms, but stopped in front of the locker area.

There was a small packet that was wrapped tightly and with great care in front of one set of lockers. He moved over to it, picking it up carefully and studying it.

There was a name written on it but it was so smudged he couldn't make it out.

He was tempted to rip open the packet, because of his thirst for information, but decided that was probably a stupid thing to do. He began to open it carefully, in a way that he could close it easily again.

After much a struggle, he had finally managed to get to the contents of the packet. They were a mixture of small pills, packets and injections. Though he may not have seen them before, Heath had a pretty good idea of what they were.

Drugs.

His attention was snapped away by Poppy racing downstairs. "Hurry up!"

"I'm comin', just a second," he said quickly, shoving the drugs back into the bag and putting the bag down. He raced up after her.

"It's nearly two a.m.," she muttered,"We gotta go, unless you want your parents to get suspicious."

"Going sounds good," he said quickly.

"What'd you get?" she asked, her eyes flitting to his pockets.

"A ring," he said simply.

She nodded and smirked. She then climbed out the window and began making her way down the wall, with Heath just above her.

They ran all the way back again but Poppy didn't go the full way with him. She stopped at his house, said a quick "See ya tomorrow" and left.

He climbed up to his bedroom window as quickly as possible and the moment he hit the bed, he fell asleep.

The next morning, however, he had Ms. Allen's class first. And she had noticed the absent ring. He'd left it at home, of course, but still felt as though she might find out it was him.

Ms. Allen was raging about it. And his coming in late didn't help.

He opened the door slowly and was told immediately to sit down in a vicious tone by his teacher. The tone of her voice was controlled but furious.

"Heath," she said, dark eyes not leaving his,"Did you take my ring?"

He shook his head. "Why would I take it?"

She ignored his question. "You understand your newfound status as a super does not give you privileges over non-supers. You cannot take something from someone else just to prove you can do what you want now because you have powers!"

Heath knew it was harder for non-supers to get jobs than supers, but couldn't understand why she was targeting him all of a sudden. There were plenty of other supers in the class.

"Miss, I swear I didn't take your ring," he said, holding eye contact.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "If I do found you have taken it, I will put you in detention. For the year."

"I didn't take it," he said, trying to seem as honest as possible.

She pursed her lips and turned away, walking up to see who else might have taken it.

And even though he had ensured he would not get into trouble, Heath's stomach squirmed and he didn't feel very grand or heroic.