Blue Jay
I stared at the mirror blinklessly. I felt a tear stream down my cheek.
Don't cry Aysel! Soldiers don't cry! I told myself. I wanted to shatter the image in the mirror. "I can't call myself a solider." I muttered to myself. Ever since I was little I always wanted to be a solider when I grew up. Now I couldn't care what I would become. "Soldiers could stop bad men. Soldiers know what to do in an emergency. I'm not a solider. Instead of fighting, I ran, and instead of being brave, I coward." I whispered talking to the image in the mirror. I couldn't stop the tears. You're weak Aysel! If it wasn't for Batman you would of gotten killed by the Joker, just like mom and dad. I tore off the play solider hat from my head. The long red hair tumbled out from underneath it. I stared at my green eyes, and my accursed freckles. I eyes were still streaming. So much of my mind told me to stop. I trained it to not cry of pain or sadness. It was still difficult.
"She's only thirteen years old." I herd a voice outside my door say. I rolled my eyes. I wished I were twenty-two. I looked down at my small white mouse. I picked him up, and started stroking his head.
"Well general." I sighed. "It looks like it's just you and me." I paused for a moment. "And whoever decides to take us in. if there even is anybody." I set him down on my bed filled with thirteen stuffed animals. Five stuffed animal dogs with red shirts I called red group, another set of digs with blue shirts called blue group, a teddy bear which I called admiral Goober, another teddy bear named aviator Ralph, then there was mechanic Pal, who was a wolf. I didn't have many friends at school, so they were my only comfort. "Maybe if no one will take me, they'll send me to some military camp and I will be able to become a real solider, unlike the complete failure of a solider I am now." I said. Talking to them made me feel a bit better. At least I still got my men. I thought to myself, even though my heart still aced for my parents. They were murdered, and I ran like a coward. Joker would of killed me too if it wasn't for Batman. He swooped in and fended Jokers goons off. Unfortunately the clown got away, but Batman was awesome in action. Unlike me, who was curled up behind Batman, like some baby, bleeding from a giant gash on my arm. I felt a twinge of hope start to build up inside me. " I have an idea men!" I told my stuffed animals, and General. "I'll go through extensive training, become the best solider ever, and then save lives!" I cheered. Almost all my thoughts disappeared until I turned and saw the picture of my mom and dad. "But men. I fear I lost the biggest battle of them all." I sighed. I started to feel the tears well up again. Aysel, soldiers don't cry, and I will become a solider. I told myself. Just then I herd a nock at my door.
"Come in." I sighed in a voice barley audible. In came a tall man with fancy clothing.
"Are you Aysel Anders?" he questioned.
Lets see, I'm in Aysel's room, I'm about her age, and I look like her. Of course I'm not Aysel. I thought to myself sarcastically. I nodded my head to answer his question.
"I know how you feel, and I want to tell you it will all be alright." the man said.
Ye here we go. He's gonna say, "I'm from child services and since your family is either dead, in jail, or half way around the world, I'm going to take you to a nice foster home.
"I'm your parents boss, and apparently in their will the only one who they could name to look out for you," he said.
Ok, so the guy isn't from child services, but I'm sure he is gonna say something like, "Unfortunately, I'm a busy man and I have no time for a silly kid." I gazed at the man, waiting for the time for him to reject me.
"I'm going to take you in." he smiled. I was speechless. The only thing I could think to say was,
"What's your name?" even though that was a dumb questioned, considering the fact that his name was in his company's title.
"I'm Bruce Wayne."