

The ANTIHERO. I Chapter I: EscapistsThe ANTIHERO. I by ~the-postbreakup
It had been a bizarre two days that had passed and Yuri still felt like she was dreaming. Two days ago, she'd been a normal person--normal, at least, as she'd ever been. She'd always been too tall, for one. That must have been what helped the health officials, who had paid a visit to her little school near West Village, single her out. There were a series of the usual tests, several hours after which she was plucked from her last class (French) and pronounced "harmless" but "different".
Yuri's classmates--all snooty little rich girls who wore several bowls worth of her favorite beef borscht with sour cream--had eyed her