Ok, I've been given this assignment in class to write a 400+ word, first person perspective story. I asked my teacher if that was it and he gave me an 800+ word story. So being the young justice fanwritter I am, I secretly wrote it about Young Justice. Sorry if it doesn't correspond much with Young Justice, I don't want the teacher to recognise it and possibly mark me down. Oh, and sorry if it's short. P.S. This is just the first chapter.

I really need you guys to review honestly with this story so that I can make it better in any way possible.:)

Diclaimer: I do not own young justice.

How could something so simple have turned out so wrong? It was meant to be a celebration... But it only turned out to be a disaster. Heavy on the 'Dis'.

It all started the day before my 15th birthday. Sun streamed through the gap between my curtains. I woke to the smell of bacon that wafted through the mansion we live in. By 'we' I mean my guardian, millionaire Bruce Wayne, the old butler, Alfred, and me, Richard John Grayson, former acrobat. When my parents died, Bruce took me in as his ward. My family and I had been high-flying acrobats for Circus Alarni. We performed amazing feats on the trapeze in front of large crowds.

Bright lights beamed up at us as we gracefully glided through the air. The audiences cheering reached us high up in the big top. My mamma would jump off into her solo routine, her long golden hair streaming out behind her and it stood out against the blue and orange costume she wore. After a while my dada would join her. His colours contrasted hers. He wore a yellow and purple costume and had short black hair. Everyone around the circus thought I looked just like him. My dada would join in and start swinging my mamma around as they flew around in a blend of colours. Next it was my turn. Mamma would always finish at my side while the ring master re-announced. I would stand tall in my red and green costume. Mamma would smile at me proudly and whisper softly "Are you ready my little Dikkie bird?". My only reply would be to grin, then flip over the adoring crowd and landing beside my dada.

Those days were well and truly over now. I had been living in Gotham under the care of Bruce since I was eight. Bruce had become more than just a guardian. He became a father to me and he treated me like his son. I thought of Alfred in the same way. To me he was a grand-father, not just a butler. In honour of my parents I still worked on my acrobatic routine. Pushing those thoughts away I reluctantly opened my heavy eye lids and looked at the alarm clock beside my bed. It read 8:00am. Ignoring it, I rolled over letting the warmth of the bed draw me back into sleep. My eyes snapped open when I realised what had just happened. Not only had I slept in, but I had blatantly disregarded the time when I saw it. Quickly I shot out of bed and rushed to the wardrobe pulling out my formal school uniform.

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Minutes later I was in the kitchen, almost ready for school. Bruce stood there smirking. "Sleeping beauty's awake." I dragged my bag to beside the kitchen counter. "Actually, make that just sleeping." He joked then his face turned serious. "You ok? It's not like you to sleep in."

"No, I don't actually." Grumpily I mumbled under my breath. Bruce raised an eyebrow but I decided to ignore it. A decision I would later come to regret. I shoved my lunch in my bag then dragged it to where a pile of my study books were sitting so I could put them in it too. Alfred chose this moment to come into the room. I zipped up my bag and pulled it over my shoulder. "Can we go now Alfred?" The old butler nodded, leading the way towards the car's garage. On the way out of the room I shot a glare at Bruce. "I'll get you back for that 'sleeping beauty' joke."

Well how was it? Please review. Any tips or pointers would be gratefully appreciated. Thanks for reading! :D