I’m just an ordinary 17-year-old junior at Crestview High, the type of student who usually flies under the radar. My name’s Emily, and if there’s one thing I’m known for, it’s my knack for always being late. I’m not one to stand out in a crowd, and I keep to myself most of the time, hanging out with a small group of friends and trying to make it through high school without drawing too much attention.

This morning, I was running late—again. After missing most of first period, I rushed into school, hoping I could slip into class unnoticed. But before heading in, I decided to duck into the bathroom to quickly fix my hair. That's when everything changed.

Standing by the mirror was Cassidy, but she wasn't just fixing her hair or adjusting her uniform. She was in the middle of pulling off a sleek blue suit with a red "S" on the chest — the Supergirl suit. For a moment, I just froze. There she was, the quiet, smart girl from my history class, removing the cape and stuffing it into her bag as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

She hadn’t noticed me yet, but I could barely move, my mind racing. Cassidy is Supergirl?!