"My name is Aerrow, and I'm a sky-knight."

The TV sounded next to me as I sat at the computer in my room. It was 7:00 on a Mondy; any Cartoon Network junkie would know what that meant.

Storm Hawks

My typing got faster as I wrote my messy good-byes to my internet friends.

"Oh! That's right, Storm Hawks is on!" My friend Clarissa 'said' before logging off. I smiled inwardly to myself and turned over to my television. The opening credits had just finished, and Aerrow flew around dodging and avoiding fire from other members of the squadron.

"The Age of Heroes, how I missed thee!" I said happily to myself. It was the night that the Storm Hawks marathon was to premeire, and that meant thet the series was starting over. I loved the first episode, but not for the reason most people would think. I heard the noises of messages popping up on my computer screen, and I could only imagine all the Aerrow fangirls squealing. "But where's my favortie?" I whined. I was becoming impatient. I wasn't one of those screaming fangirls who fell for the first guy who popped on the screen. No. I found a different guy to squeal over.

"Gotcha sky-knight." he said menacingly, and a high-pitched scream was emitted from my mouth.

"Oh my GAWD, it's Stork!" I yelled so loud, that I was sure the green merb could hear me through the barriers of my television set. Stork, the green merb on the Storm Hawks was my favorite character. Sure, he seemed a tad scary in his first debut, but her really was jsut an adorably paranoid merb. I stayed tuned to the show; as each episode passed, my attention was focused only on Stork. "OOOH! I love Stork!" I exclaimed. Unfortunately, someone just so happened to be standing outside my door.

"Are you talking about the green merb who is the carrier piolot of for the Storm-"

"Dad! Please, stop...you have no idea what you're talking about!" My dad chuckled at my fruitless attempts at getting him to be quiet. I had tried to explain to him what the basics of Storm Hawks was before, but it didn't go too well.
He chuckled again; his head shook from side to side.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Oh get out of here old man." I said jokingly, and my father left while closing the door behind him. I heard him mumble something like 'young girl.' Once again, my attention was on the TV. Another repeat was on: The Black Gorge. I really liked this episode, because it was almost Stork-centric.

'Man...I wish that I could be part of the Storm Hawks.' I thought to myself as I watched yet another episode of Storm Hawks.

My hair was whipping around my face as I flew through the sky. I swirved and dove through the atmosphere on my own air skimmer. It was almost as great as I had imagined. That soothing mist felt so nice too. Wait, mist?!

I opened my eyes only to close them again.

"Jayme, get out of my room!" I yelled to my younger sister. Her laughter echoed in my room even as she dropped the spray bottle and bolted out. Sitting up, I groaned. "What do you want?"

"Dad said you have to get ready to go driving!" Jayme called to me, and I groaned again.

"Get up you nocturnal teenager!" came the booming voice of my father, and I bolted upright. One of my eyes was closed with sleep, and the other focused on my door.

"What?" I called.

"Go hop in the shower, and get ready for driving!"

I let the warm water wash away my drowziness. My eyes were both shut tight as the water dripped down from my face. If it weren't for the fact that I had to leave soon, I would have let myself get lost in the warm water. I was finally dressed and clean and walking downstairs.

"I feel good!" I squealed. "I'm all clean!"

"Good, now are you ready to go driving?" my dad asked from behind me. I turned ot give him a cold glare, but the smile he had on his face made me laugh instead.

"Alright, alright." I laughed. "Let's go." I grabbed the keys and headed towards my car.

"Brake!" my dad yelled as my car was closing in one in front of me. The silver Honda slowly came to a jerking halt; my breath came in short gasps.

"Sorry." my voice was only a small squeak of fear.

"I told you to brake! When I say brake, I mean BRAKE!" Dad yelled. His voice echoed in my eardrums.

"Well, I'm sorry!" I snapped back; my voice rose with my growing anger. "I guess I'm to freakin' incompitant to drive!"

"Kira, calm down!" My dad said.

"I can't! Just leave me alone!"

"Kira it's green!" It was then that I slammed my foot on the gas and moved the car into the busy intersection.