The Birth of Amazon
I hate Gotham, I hate Gotham so much. This "Batman" person decided to save these people from this horrible city even though he has no superpowers. Or was it "Manbat"? I'm not sure, they say he kills people, but I doubt it, I haven't looked too much into it but anyways. And why do the wealthy people here stay in this death filled city anyways? Why don't they just move? Whatever, and the only reason why I'm still here after the first few months of moving away from my old home is because my dad couldn't pay the bills after my mom left my dad and left me to be with him as well and we can't go anywhere else because we can't afford to live anywhere else. Anyways, this sounds insane I know, but I've been considering going out there and doing the good deed of saving lives. Is that bad? It is, I can already hear my father's yelling all the way over here. But I can't help but think about it, like maybe I can go out there and right the wrongs of people. Sure I haven't had any training and I'm more of an amateur when it comes to archery, and I also don't want to work next to Green Arrow since he's already got a sidekick named Speedy and lives in Star City, not to mention I'm always so awkward when it comes to working with boys but I can't keep these thoughts away. Maybe just maybe, I can try. If at first everything goes wrong, I'll keep away from crime fighting forever. But if everything goes right, I'll try again until it becomes something I do every night. But then again what do I have to offer? I have only a silly little bow and arrow set and I don't actually have anything else to back me up, I got my compound bow from the Internet; you can pretty much get whatever you want from the power of your computer. Maybe I can ask my dad this Christmas to buy me it or I can just ask him now. And maybe I can buy more weapons like ninja stars, or some throwing knives. But to not make it obvious, I'll need to wait before I can go out and fight crime. Wait, what am I saying? I can't do this! I'll risk putting the people I care about in danger… unless, unless I wear a mask. Maybe a full costume, and tie my hair back in a way where strands of hair can't fall off? Vigilantes like the Batman and Green Arrow, yeah that sounds swell, I really need to think through this. I'm at school right now, this sounds like the perfect time to think but it's not, or at least not about this. I go to Gotham North, the only public school that is safe enough to do your studies. Next to that snob-filled school of Gotham Academy for the rich. Like usual I'm not paying attention. I mean since its math class. If I do fight the good fight, the restroom excuses are going to take a whole new meaning and are going to skyrocket through the roof. "Aurora? Can you tell me what the answer is to this question?" asked my always-annoying teacher. I start to panic and I immediately try to answer his question. "Um, I don't know I'm sorry." I say. All the other kids laugh silently and snicker at my idiocy. "Well what does fifty two divided by four equals?" he asks going back to the other question trying to make sure I was taking notes. I try to do the math quickly in my head while I make stupid noises like "Um…" to take my time. "13?" I say finally. "That is correct." He says. I sigh in relief at the choking moment. Finally class was over, good. My next class was art class. Ugh finally something that doesn't annoy the crap out of me. And instead relaxes me, I go in and the nice woman that is my art teacher greets us all and tells us to take a seat. First we usually do a few warm ups to start to drawing anything we want. But today was different, after what I thought was that sharp pain of a broken bone in my hand was actually my hand muscle starting to hurt really bad. We were writing notes today apparently and not drawing anything vibrant like a flower standing alone over the horizon of a pink and orange sunset, or a beautiful but intimidating moon glistening over a calm and quiet city. Because some idiot decided to steal the art supplies that our teacher was planning in using to paint this huge banner for her close friend and school teacher that works here that is going to have a baby, when she found out that she was pregnant a few weeks ago, but it doesn't make a difference. And until that idiotic kleptomaniac has the guts to show himself to our teacher we can stop the note taking. I hope he or she shows him or herself to the light. And you might've notice I said kleptomaniac, because there has been a thieve running around school stealing supplies from teachers and students. It even got me, stealing the white eraser I used to erase fine lines from my drawings. I really like that eraser, it came in handy in art class, and not just art class, every class where I make a lot of mistakes. Like in math class or correcting sentences I make while writing short stories before we start reading class. You don't know how mad and crazy the teachers and students have been with this thief stealing their stuff. And I've had enough and so has the kids from my class, I heard they all ganged in a group to watch out for this thief. And that's pretty much why they haven't gotten lucky yet, if you're going to catch a thief, you have to work in the shadows. Just like how they sneak around to do their dirty work, you have to do the same but for the opposite reason. And I'm going to be that person. I'm going to catch this thief once and for all. Thank God I'm out of school already, my only friend is waiting for me outside. "Oh hi Aurora!" Veronica yells. "Yeah hi Aurora!" said Duncan in a mocking tone walking away with his friends like the coward he is. "Sorry." She said sincerely. "It's okay." I said back. "So are you planning on going with anyone to prom this year?" she asked. "Does it look like I have a chance with anybody around here? Every boy here thinks I'm ugly." I said knowing what I said is sadly true. "Oh come on you're pretty." She said trying to comfort me. I shrugged it off and asked her if she was planning on asking anyone else to prom. Her cheeks turned crimson red and gushed over asking this guy named Luke to prom. Finally, a girl who actually steps up when it comes to the asking out a guy. The whole, "The guy always has to ask out the girl, not the other way around," is getting overrated. My dad finally gets out of work and picks me up " How was school?" He asked. "Great." I say with a hint of attitude to my voice. "Oh." He says plainly. Oh? What is that supposed to mean? I hate how he always neglects my problems like there aren't even there. But when he has problems at work I always ask him what's wrong, and then tells me an hour-long complaint about how the teenagers at work give him problems. We finally get to our house after a grueling 10-minute drive hoping no thug would try to steal our things in our house. I go inside and find something strange, like if something is missing. I walk in and find out that my bow and arrows are missing. "What the hell?" I ask myself before leaving my room. I go to the kitchen to where my dad is and ask him what's most obvious. "Dad, have you seen my bow and arrows?" I ask him. "Yeah, I hid them somewhere you can't find." He said flatly. "What!" I yell at him. "I know what you're trying to do, and I won't allow you to put you're life on the line like that to this slowly dying city!" He says yelling back. "What do you me-" " I know you're trying to go out in fight crime like the bat dressed man and the blonde guy that wears green tights." He says cutting me off. "Dad! I'm not going to go fight crime that's crazy." I say lying. "Don't you lie to me!" he yells. "Dad you're crazy if you think I'll actually do this thing." I say back. "Oh really, then what is this?" he says pulling something from the kitchen cabinet. I quickly realize in horror what it is. It's my costume, but not just any costume. My Amazon costume.
