Name: Avery Gallagher
Power: enhanced strength and fire manipulation
Personality traits: Direct, energetic, independent, assertive, athletic, self-assured, restless, brave, enterprising, creative, competitive, fearless.
Can also be: Impatient, aggressive, temperamental, arrogant, extreme.
In a partnership: Bold, passionate, impulsive, sexual, exuberant, jealous, temperamental.
Likes: Being active, being adventuresome, new ideas, being first, excitement, competition, being appreciated, being noticed, winning, achieving.
Dislikes: Boredom, routines, criticism, feeling repressed, feeling ignored, losing, restrictions.
Bio: Avery Gallagher, how to describe this little spitfire... Avery was the MVP of little league softball when she was 5, and she never looked back. She became a three sport athlete, although she would've played even more if the school would have let her. She's competitive and stubborn, an obvious choice for captain. In a bizarre car accident, caused by her drunken boyfriend, her leg was broken along with her spirit. Avery soon became jaded, watching her teammates play in the state championship without her and seeing them having fun while she was stuck on crutches. Long after her leg healed, Avery swore off sports in a fit of rage. Her brother keeps the trophies hidden, afraid that seeing them again might set Avery off. With the sports scholarships off the table and her mediocre grades however, Astral Academy was the only place that would take her. They promised her new experiences, but all she heard was that they were giving her one last chance.
Model: Magdalena Frackowiak
I have a raging headache as I pull the Range Rover into my driveway. Staying up until 3 am with Brandon last night is just the latest in several late nights, and I think I'll have to take this Thursday off. Michelle will be pissed, but whatever - I'm much more popular than her now. I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and stomp inside, ready to take a forty minute nap and then run around the lake, but my mom catches me before I make it up the stairs.
"Hon, a letter came in the mail today."
I can feel my stomach drop six inches. Not another letter. Duke, UCLA, Northwestern, NYU, and the University of Texas have already sent form-letter "Sorry, you're not good enough" envelopes this week. This letter must be from Columbia, University of Washington, or Arizona State.
"I'll read it later!" I yell. This is a lie - it'll end up in the recycling if I don't burn it first. I am not in the mood for another rejection. /If you'd just gone back to track and softball, you could be getting a full ride right now./ I shake my head, grit my teeth. That is not an option. Shut up, I tell myself.
"Now, Avery." My mom's tone is steelier than normal, so I roll my eyes and drop my backpack on the living room couch, skulking into the kitchen. My mom nods towards the fat purple envelope sitting on the kitchen table.
I freeze for a second, staring. University of Washington colors are purple and gold. Sure, I might drown in the rain, but I would take a space in the freshman class in a split second. Then I reach forward and pick it up. I try to squash my disappointment as I realize it's not from UW.
"Astral Academy," I read, then force a laugh. "What is this, some Hogwarts knockoff?" I rip open the flap and pull out the bundle of papers, flipping through. I slow down.
These are registration papers. An acceptance letter. Instructions. A packing list. I stop.
"I just got in."
My mom beams. "I already called your father. We're going out to dinner. Le Dejunier, so wear something nice."
And even though I've only jogged in secret for the last few months, I feel like I could run a 20 minute 5K, hit a home run, break an Olympic record. I still have what it takes to win.
[side note - she's from Texas, so she has a bit of an accent.]
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