With a swerve and a mutter swear, Ysanne barreled around the oncoming car with only a few inches to spare. Her red mountain bike dodged in and out of traffic and back up onto the sidewalk. Complete with red helmet, she pedaled like mad, going around the corner.
Ysanne Taihou was attending Kitakou High and she was going to be on time, come hell or high water.
Swerving like mad, she managed to dodge around her and avoid harm.
“Not going to be late, not going to be late, not going to be late…” Unbeknownst to others, Ysanne had a secret. A secret she loved almost to death. She was a magical girl. An honest to god magical girl!
Admittedly she hadn’t really known what a magical girl was when she became one. So she looked up the most common source she could find. And then it came to her.
Why else would she have powers if not to fight crime and protect the innocent? She had dove into the job of being one with all her energy. She had a few slip ups but they were just minor
things! Like that parking garage that had a three meter hole in the wall, it was no biggie. Or the time she had crashed into the city’s central garden and nearly destroyed it, mere details
One thing that had gotten around was a rumor of a girl in red that beat the ever-living crap outta anyone she found breaking the law. She had run into a bunch of thugs that had stolen a purse off of someone and she had rightly intervened. The fact she had sent all four to the hospital with broken legs didn’t really bother her…honest! The rumor of the “Red Devil” had been spreading. But, like all magical girls, she was also completely paranoid with her secret identity. She had managed to add a partial face mask to her outfit to hide her facial details so all they had to work with was her eyes and hair. And it wasn’t like she was the only green eyed, orange haired one at the school.
Rounding the last corner, Ysanne pulled back on her bike, hit the strategically positioned garbage cans she had moved there from their previous homes and leaped over the wall, controlling her descent and she quickly rolled to the bike lockup are and stored her machine and then made tracks to the common room. It was commonly thought that Ysanne should try out for ether the track team or the drama class. She had energy for both. Managing to get to the class room, she grabbed the door frame, spun on her heel and in one motion slid into her chair, the one closest to the door and she landed with a sigh.