Ban Bean
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"Yeah, class has been fine," Beatrice assured her uncle, holding the phone close to her ear with her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk. "I know it's late, I'm heading back to the dorm now before it gets dark...I haven't gone to any parties, Uncle Amos. I need to catch a bus now- yes, I love you too. Bye."
Beatrice was fond of her uncle, who had practically raised her since she was eleven, and actually wished she could have spoken to him longer. He was the only one who knew about her abilities, which caused him great worry. Part of the reason he agreed to let her go to university outside New York was the promise of a daily text or phone call to keep his mind at ease. Originally he had wanted her to utilize a private driver, but she refused. Beatrice enjoyed living a relatively normal life. No one on the bus knew who she was. Here she could just be a normal young woman.
She finally made it to the stop as the last people were loading onto the bus. Beatrice dug around in her jacket pocket, panicking slightly as realized she had left her transit card at home.
Motherfucking shit cunt.
Beatrice put on an award-winning smile and pretended to tap a plastic card on the bus's fare machine.The bus driver wouldn't know the difference. She usually didn't use her powers to get stuff for free, or for any petty use really, but she made an exception only because she was tired, and wanted to get back to campus. She'd pay extra next time, or leave a good tip. "Thank you!"
She took her seat.