Mykael
Mykael woke up with a start, the sound of his alarm blaring in his ears. After grumbling something angrily to himself, he burrowed himself deeper under his blanket in an attempt to block out the noise. As the beeping became increasingly more rapid, he finally groaned and slapped his hand on the alarm clock, silencing it. He laid in silence for a minute or two before finally sitting up in bed, examining the empty room. It was nothing like his room at home. The room had barely a thing in it, aside from basically a bed, nightstand, and a dresser. The walls were grey and blank and the room was tidy--it was impossible to get it messy, anyways, with the small amount of items Mykael had brought.
Mykael stumbled away from his bed towards the wooden dresser on the opposite side of the room. He pulled out a plain, dull green T-Shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. He then put a thin grey hoodie over his shirt, and sat for a minute adjusting the drawstrings until they were of equal length. Once satisfied, he slipped on some white socks with his typical black tennis shoes and headed out into the clinic hallway. He entered the waiting room, where a few other people where seated already. Too tired and lazy to say anything yet, he quietly sat down on an empty couch and drummed his fingers on the side table next to him. He then finally remembered that it was Activation Day, which he viewed with both dread and excitement. He was getting powers, which was cool, but he knew that getting them activated would be painful. He just hoped that they weren't giving him some stupid powers.
