I smirked at my reflection in the mirror. Today was a special day, and I figured, why not use my power for the greater good? My legacy here. Obviously.

I had a plan. I was only going to tweak little things. Accentuate my features. After a moment of thought, I scrunched my eyes shut, imaginin my curling brown hair changing to an ocean blue...soft waves trailing down to my back. They lightened to a teal at the end. I nodded. "Perfect."

"And here, we have our friendly neighbourhood morphmoid!" Jet cried out, entering the dorm. "Morphmoid? could you get any worse at names, Jet?" Frostbite threw a book at him from behind, her back facing us as she got ready.

Jet was in a navy-blue tuxedo, a white shirt underneath. His normally untamed hair combed in a rush was now gelled (most likely by Jans) in a stylish coiff. I wolf whistled. "Well then, Jet. Finally planning on winning over a lady, are we?" He shrugged. "Nah." He said blatantly. Frostbite chuckled. "Okay, Jet. Whatever you say. There might be a lady trying to win you over though." Jet gaped. "What?" I snickered when I realized who she was talking about. "True." He turned on his heel. "You know too?! Who?" I shrugged. "Not my place to tell." Frostbite turned, waving a straightener at him. "Shoo. We need to get dressed." And with that, she unceremoniously shoved Jet out the door, and locked it.

I felt satisfied with my appearance. Now for the clothes. I had a nice sky-blue dress picked out. It was knee-length, and a bit fitting, with sequins detailed over it on various shapes and colours, like jewels under the sky. The teal sleeves were net, and there were teal net tights to match. I began pulling off my sweatpants and pulled on the tights, which were thankfully more fabric at the top. I then began to struggle with my tee, managing to pull it off and throwing it on the floor. I navigated the dress and poked my hands through the sleeves, careful not to let them rip. This wasn't Beyblade or something. I finally poked my head out and straightened it, admiring my self in the mirror. I looked good.

"Frost?"

"Yeah?"

"You done changing?"

"Of course."

I turned, checking her out as he checked me out. Frostbite nodded in approval. She was wearing a champagne-coloured dress with rose detailing. It went down to her legs, stopping a few inches below her knees. Her makeup was earthy, copper smoky eyeshadow and brown lip tint, no blush and foundation or anything.

I facepalmed at the amount of knowledge in my brain about this.

"Shall we go?" I asked. She nodded. We left the room, and proceeded down the floor to Delirium's.

She was already outside her room. Her black hair was pulled into a fancy braided updo. Her neck looked slender and elegant, as did she. Delirium's black dress, reaching her ankles, was elegant and sweeping. It has really gorgeous silver detailing. I couldn't help but admire it. "Where'd you get that, Deli?" I asked in amazement. She shrugged. "It's just an heirloom thing." I nodded.

Frost pushed us all gently towards the Auditorium. "Come on. Let's meet up with the guys." I nodded. Delirium stepped ahead of us, silver flats and ribbons in her hair catching in the light and making people's heads turn, equally dolled up. I exchanged a glance with Frost. We felt a bit underdressed now. Delirium grinned back at us, throwing two boxes at us. We caught them, opening them simultaneously and finding small silver bracelets, that seemed to wind along the arms.

"I figured you two, being the way you two are, didn't get the glitz memo. So you're probably feeling kinda nervous." She said back at us. I gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks!" I cracked a grin. "Wait a second. Did you think that the DJ would play my song?" She didn't look back but I think she was grinning too. "That you'd throw your hands up to play your song?" Frostbite was completely oblivious, but as usual ignored our crazy randomness. "And the butterflies would fly away?'

"Yeah."

"Ee-yeah."

"Kinda like a party in the USA?" I finished. We let out a few giggles. Delirium wasn't usually this joking or playful, so I'd get as much jokes and humour out of her as I could for as long as possible.

We were nearing the Auditorium hallway, where Jans and Jet were glaring at one another. "Oh boy." Frost muttered. "Hey Twinsies." I greeted. "Hey, Shift." Jans said politely, although he didn't look away from Jet. "Just having a little chat." Jet chipped in tersely. " . . . Right." Delirium looked around. "Where's Mason?" She asked curiously, looking around the crowds anxiously. "Haven't seen him." Jet glanced over at Delirium, and his mouth opened a teensy bit. Such a teensy bit I'm sure he didn't know and Delirium didn't notice. But me, Frost, and even Jans did. I stifled a knowing smile.

He turned back and continued glaring at Jans with a renewed ferocity. "Why? You searching for him or something?" He asked tensely. Delirium just looked curious, and a bit puzzled. "What? Of course. He's our friend. We kinda have to, don't we?" I didn't stare at the two's little reactions to another after that, or at least didn't pay much attention to it.

My eye caught on Blast. He was a sixteen year old, shortish guy with short blond hair ("Constant quiffs are the signs of frickboys, yeah?" Jet had once grumbled about charming Teen Wonder.) He was joking around with his friends, but I noticed one was missing. Strange.

"Shut up."

I turned back and saw that Jet and Jans had returned to their fighting yet again.

"You're a pretty annoying prick, you know that?"

"Like brother, like brother."

"Can't you take anything seriously?!"

"No."

"Goddamnit Jet! You act like it didn't happen, like Dad isn't dead! Why the hell? Guess what? He's gone. He died in the fucking car crash and there's nothing left. He's dead." Jans had a raised voice.

I couldn't help but stare. Dead. Their dad was dead. Jet looked like he'd been hit by a truck. "Shut your mouth. You shouldn't have said that." He said quietly, not looking at anyone.

Delirium stepped forwards. "Jet . . . is that true?" Jet turned back, his eyes angry and watery. "SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP." When he took in Delirium's shocked expression, (we were shocked too) he took in a deep breath. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Sorry." Jet looked at all of us in turn, but stormed away.

We glanced at one another uneasily.

I felt like glass.

A glass girl, easy to see through, easy to crack. And I had all these cracks in me, and yet, it wasn't me shattering.

It was Jet.

"You know, Jans, sometimes you can be such a prick." Frost was glaring at her fingertips. Bursts of ice, air frozen by merely in proximity with her, were flashing from her fingertips. Little intricate snowflakes. Omens. Bad ones. My own powers felt a bit wild. I didn't want to suddenly switch this appearance. It was working fine.

Jans gaped. "Are you kidding me? He needed to accept it. Even yesterday, Jet walks by laughing and teasing and bantering? No, he locked himself in our dorm and keeps crying, real quiet when he thinks I'm asleep. How the hell is someone to go through that?" I looked away. "There are gentler ways. You didn't need to rip his secret out to us." I said quietly, uncharacteristic. It felt weird. He looked at me and then Frostbite, trying to find a glimpse of support. When his eyes landed on Deli, she pushed past him and walked after Jet. He laughed drily. "Some friends, you lot." He said.

"You deserted us and the right to call us friends two months ago, Jans." I said. He scoffed. Jans straightened his tie. He fixed his tux. And then he turned on his heel and marched back to Spectro.

"Let's get seats." I murmured, pulling Frostbite's arm. She nodded, and both of us feeling the heavy atmosphere, we silently entered the Auditorium.

*

I felt scared.

Falcon, an alumnus of seven years ago, stood to assign our Squads. She looked at us. I couldn't see her well. I didn't have to.

Delirium and Jet had returned, after I'm sure some serious heart-to-heart and coaxing. They'd silently sat down in our row.

"Hello, fourth years! This is one of the biggest moments of your life. You are about to be amazed. Be ready, yeah?" Falcon's voice was smooth and easygoing. She seemed like someone I might actually like. "I was asked by the Headmaster to assign you all. Here goes." She picked up an index card from a teetering pile.

"Algae."

A lean boy with green hair and a vest-coat stood up in the mid row.

"You've been Assigned to Squad 8. Your role..."

The tension was practically so easy to sense, you could cut through it.

"...Deviser."

Algae let out a grin and smiled.

"Hunter," A boy in the first row stood up, reminding me a bit of Delirium. Then again I could only see the back of head. We didn't comment. We couldn't. We had that much respect. And that many thoughts jumbling around in our heads.

"Squad 1. Leader."

Hunter fist pumped the air before sitting down.

"Bookworm."

She stood up, her arms crossed.

"Er, IQ."

She uncrossed her arms.

"Squad 8. Deviser."

As the names went by and various stood up, I zoned out. I didn't know half of them. Well, I did, but had no emotional attachments to them. They didn't to me either. Yew, Freight, Vision. Thousands of Aliases and names dragged past. I didn't notice. I was in a daze.

"Frostbite." This got my attention. She was stiff as a log, so I nudged her and she shakily got up. "Squad 6. Healer." She nodded, and Frost sank back down.

More names, names names.

"Jet."

He stood up.

"Squad 7. Leader."

Jet blinked. He blinked again. Deli pulled at his arm, and he sat down. I looked over and sent him a thumbs up.

"Shift."

Ah, there it was. Feeling detached, I stood up. I stared at Falcon. She stared back. "Squad 1." More silence.

I wanted to get on with it so badly.

"Deviser."

I felt a grin creep up my face. I probably looked like a perv right now.

But at the second, that little frozen piece of time,

I didn't care.

I was a Deviser. And I was in the same squad as that guy who's gotten up first.

"Minnow, Squad 10, Camarade."

And then more names. But I couldn't stop grinning. Squad 1. My squad.

"Delirium."

She stood up hastily, staring straight at Falcon. She looked gorgeous. So elegant and classy.

"Squad 7."

Her eyes lit up a bit, no comparison to Jet smiling. I guess maybe they talked amongst...other verbs before coming back. "Fighter." She smiled. I looked down at the rows below us, and saw more than one guy staring at her moony-eyed. Her silver detailing and black dress made the spotlight on her create glimmers and crystalline beauty.

Delirium sat back down.

"Mason." I looked around the Auditorium. Mason hadn't come and sit with us yet, so I'd figured that he'd probably sat down somewhere else.

No one was standing up.

No Mason.

Falcon was frowning.

"Mason?" She repeated, louder.

Again, no reply.

I looked at Frost, who looked as worried and puzzled as I did. No way Mason would skip this.

So where was he?

After three more repetitions and no response, Falcon cleared her throat, and continued. "Uh, Harlow." A girl stood up. "Squad 8. Camarade."

I sighed.

"Ken."

This person meant nothing to me I vaguely remembered Jans speaking to him with us once. But no one was standing up.

Falcon seemed uneasy. "Ken?"

No one.

She continued.

But I began to pay more attention. Every student who hadn't gotten an Alias yet, wasn't here. I began to feel like something bad had happened. Bad bad.

But Falcon kept saying Aliases, kept Assigning.

"Jans."

Now I was merely interested. I'd personally seen Jans enter the Auditorium. He had to be here.

But no Jans stood up.

"What the hell..." Jet murmured.

Falcon cleared her throats. "And this is the end of the Assigning. Please return to your dorms separately now." She then began speaking through an earpiece, her expression urgent.

I got up. "Guys, I think we can all agree something weird is up." They looked at me. "What?" I asked. "Shift, what're you talking about?" Frost replied blankly. "Jans and Mason and all the other Alias-less kids?" I asked, throwing out my hands in exaggeration. Their expressions grew more understanding. "Shift." Frost said calmly. "Assigning Day is annual Skip Day for Alias-less." I blinked. "I saw Jans walk into the Auditorium, but he didn't stand up!" Jet shrugged. "The git was probably sneaking out too, but wanted to mess with our minds a bit." I frowned. Delirium squeezed my shoulder and have me a smile. "Don't worry. They're fine. Now, officially our last day before Squads, lets party." She grinned, her voice being soothing.

I nodded. They were right. Jans was a jerk these days.

"Okay, let's go."

*

"SHIFT!" Frost hollered, stumbling towards me. "SHIIIIFT." She leaned on me. "Hey Frost." I sipped on a Coke, (brought from the dorm). "What did you drink?" She giggled. "Just the PUNCH." She mimicked a punch and snorted. I repressed the urge to roll my eyes. Frost - usually the smarter one of us - fell for the spiked punch. Honestly.

I got up, sitting Frost down in my chair.

I walked onto the huge gazebo, emptied and being used as a dance floor. I danced, letting myself go to the beat and the bass. "Woo!" A wolf-whistle made me stop and glare. The guy smiled easily. "Kidding." I nodded. "That's what they all say, Mr. Masochist.' He looked confused. "What?" But I was angry now. "Do I look like some kinda object? How would you feel if you were minding your own business and then someone harassed you?" I demanded. He raised his hands up in surrender. "It was a joke." I frowned. "Not a good one. Work harder." He smiled. "Kay." He said cheekily. I turned to glare at him, noticing his appearance.

He had really light-blond hair, a curly mess on his head, and green eyes. His smile was lopsided, like he was up to something. And he ha really nice skin.

"You got good skin, man." I informed him. He nodded. "Thanks." He was smiling amusedly. "Oh have I gotten past the title of Mr. Masochist?" I shook my head stubbornly. "Why?" He asked. "Because I don't know your name, Mr. Masochist."

He grinned again.

"My name's Drake. Call me Sin though." I raised my eyebrows at the strange nickname. "Sin? What kinda powers earn that?" He shrugged and looked away. "Shift." Drake looked up. "That's your name?" I shook my head. "No. But it's my Alias. And it's my name now." He nodded, not questioning it.

"What Role did you get?" He asked idly. "Hm? Deviser." Drake grinned. "A smarty-pants. Cool." I narrowed my eyes at him. "You?" He grinned proudly. "Fighter." I nodded, amused. "So you're the 'no brain, brawn, raaah' guy." He feigned an expression of hurt. "Your words, wound me so, Ms. Stereotype."

I laughed. "What can I do? At least I'm not a villain."

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Author's Note: That is Jet to the side >>>> Or above if you're on the app ^^^^^

He's currently cast as Sean O'Donnell (not the hockey player ^_^;) but this just seems to fit him really well.

Oh! Guess what guys? *grins Shift's trademark grin* YOU GET TO CHOOSE THE CAST! Suggestions? I have a few ideas, and I'll post one every few chapters, so stay on the lookout! Also, if you've got any other celebrity faces, COMMENT! I want to know.

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