AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.
Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. You will notice that some chapters will not have any names. Mostly because I couldn't think of the perfect name. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter One: "Supa Dope" Kat Graham
"Teresa! Get ya ass up!" I shot straight up the minute I heard my mother's shout. I glared menacingly at my alarm clock, damning the thing for not waking me up like it was supposed to. As I glared at it, 6:01 clicked and then my alarm went off. I groaned and fell backwards, burying my face into a pillow and screaming. I had lost a precious minute of sleep! Curse whatever deity that was up there for being so cruel! Note the large amount of sarcasm within my voice. Yeah, get used to that. "Teresa!"
"I'm up!" I shouted back, muttering dark curses under my breath as I pulled myself from the warm comfort of my bed. I swear I could hear it pleading for me to get back in, that it loved me and wanted me close. I sighed longingly before walking towards my closet, going through my clothes. Hmm, what to wear on the first day of school? Technically, it was my first day, but you get the point. After a few minutes of browsing, I finally decided to go with something simple and neutral. For today. Black skinny jeans; grey sweater with a black and white hot air balloon in the center; and studded, combat boots. I chuckled as I pulled everything on, checking myself for anything out of place. I gave my reflection a thumbs up before grabbing my neon green, shoulder bag and heading downstairs for breakfast.
"Look what the cat dragged in." My older brother stated the minute I walked into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at him and slapped the back of his head. "Bitch," he grumbled.
"Bastard." I shot back without missing a beat.
"Enough. Apologize, both of you." My mother commanded, waving a wooden spatula at us. I head my hands up in the air as did my brother, us grinning like fools.
"Look out, she's got a spoon!" My brother yelled out.
"It's a spatula, ya dumbass." My mother said, rolling her eyes at us. I cackled as I dodged my brother's fist. I hopped onto the counter next to the stove, watching my mother cook some bacon. I crinkled my nose up at the smell. Don't get me wrong, bacon is heaven sent, but I can't stomach it to save my life, which is ironic and funny. To clarify, I was born with a sensitive digestion system which rejects certain meats. Pork, beef, and chicken. The only meat I can eat is turkey, and fish. "Ya sleep fine?"
"Yeah."
"No nightmares?"
"Mom, I'm not three." I said, rolling my eyes at her. But I smiled, nonetheless. I was her firstborn daughter, therefore I will always be her baby girl. Even though my little sister is the baby.
"Really? I never would've guessed." Her words dripped with enough sarcasm to fill a bucket.
"Now I know where I get my attitude from." I stated, grabbing a grapefruit as she slapped my thigh. I winced and rubbed the spot, tossing Dominic a nasty look as he laughed at me. "So, where's Abby and Bryon?" I asked, peeling my breakfast and grabbing a bottle of water.
"Sleeping."
"What?!" I exclaimed, nearing dropping my grapefruit. "How come they get to sleep in while I have to get up early?"
"Because it's a pain in the ass to get you up, that's why." She said, not looking up from her pan. I rolled my eyes. I do that a lot. And by a lot, I mean every other sentence. Again, get used to it.
"Gee, I feel loved."
"Don't even start." I was warned.
"Start what?" I asked, mocking naivety. I was slapped, yet again. This time in the back of the head. "Okay, okay. I get it. No attitude in the morning."
"Good. Now finish eating and get going. You will not be late, understand?"
"Scouts honor!" I said, crossing my heart. Dominic laughed, falling out of his chair.
"You being smart with me?"
"Would you rather I be dumb like Dom?" I asked, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Yep, you're my kid."
"Of course I am! I came from your loins, did I not?" I asked, hopping off the counter before she could hit me again.
"Go!" My mother shouted after me as I raced upstairs to grab a few things. Namely my MP3 and phone. Once I had those I could begin my walk to school. "Enjoy your first day of your senior year!" I heard my mother shout after me as I closed the door. I chuckled and skipped down the front steps, looking both ways like a child before walking in the middle of the street. Screw safety, I wanted to have a little fun. Namely, jumping off of cars to get my muscles warmed up. You see, I'm what you would call a hyperactive child. Wait, does 18 still make you a child, or an adult? Hmm, something to ponder while I walk and run and do other stuff that I shouldn't. Sorry, back to the original topic!
I'm hyperactive, so that means I have tons of energy to spare. Where do I direct that energy? Parkour, dance, gymnastics, soccer, art. Things like that. I was really hoping this school had clubs/teams. You did not want to see me when I get fidgety.
"Hey! Watch out!" Someone shouted. I turned around and quickly side stepped a car racing past me. I gave them the bird when they honked at me. "Geez, don't you know not to walk in the street?" A guy around my age asked as he came running over to me. I looked him over before replying. He was a foot taller than me with the reddest hair I had ever seen, bright green eyes, and tons of freckles. For a ginger, he was pretty handsome.
"Yeah."
"Then why were you walking in the middle of it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me. He wore baggy jeans and a loose fitting long sleeve shirt, and yet, I could tell he was fit and defined underneath those. Years of being a "wallflower" gave me some great deduction skills.
"Why not?" I asked back, shrugging before continuing onward. Like my mother said, I would not be late to school. Today, at least. Any other day would be up for discussion. Depends what my schedule is.
"Because you can get killed, or worse, hurt!" He shouted, walking right next to me.
"Yeah, but that's what horns are for. Obviously that idiot there forgot how to use his, which explains why I didn't hear him coming." I explained. I opened my bag and searched through it, looking for a sucker. "Aha!" I exclaimed, finding a blue one. I offered a green one to the boy next to me. He stared at my hand questioningly. "It doesn't bite." When he still didn't take it, I grabbed his hand and set it on his palm, then closed his fingers around it. He watched the entire process with this weird look in his eyes. "I don't bite, either. I do, however, offer up sassy and sarcastic comments."
"What's your name?"
"Now you ask?"
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your panties all in a bunch." I said, waving him off while smirking. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Great, another sarcastic friend. Just what I need."
"Name's Teresa, but friends call me Tere. Who are you, or should I just call you Ginger?" I asked, earning a chuckle from my new companion.
"That's new. Never been called Ginger before."
"Get used to it, Ginger."
"Name's Wallace. Everybody calls me Wally." Wally introduced, offering his hand. I shook it while sucking on my sucker. Yes, I know how dirty that sounds. And yes, I do have a dirty mind. Having two older brothers will do that to a girl. I'm just hoping Abby doesn't get that problem. "So, are you the new student everyone is talking about?"
"People are talking about me? That's new." I said, curious.
"Didn't people at your old school talk about you?"
"My old school was in Italy, and I wouldn't really know. I didn't have a lot of friends." Ha, make that no friends! Those Italian rich kids were pain in the asses and not worth my time, whatsoever.
"Italy? You don't have the accent." He observed. I nodded, focusing on walking in a straight line like I was on a tight rope. I had my arms stretched out and everything.
"Yeah, I know. I can pick up and drop accents. If I'm in one spot for an extended period of time, I start talking like I'm a native."
"Really?"
"No, I'm making this all up. Of course I can!" I said, smacking his arm lightly. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, but I had seen the tiny wince he hid when I had hit him. Hmm, weird. I had barely touched him.
"What year?"
"Senior. You?"
"Senior. You know you're classes?"
"Nope." I said, popping the p.
"Well, hopefully we'll have some classes together."
"I doubt that." I said. He pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.
"What makes you say that?"
"I only need two credits to graduate."
"Damn. You one of those geniuses?"
"Nope. Just did all my hard classes first."
"So what classes did you sign up for?"
"Art, ceramics, painting, photography, anatomy, contemporary lit. Those kind of classes." I listed off, ticking the classes off of my fingers. Wally nodded.
"I'm taking two of those classes."
"Really? Sweet."
"Yeah."
"You want to be a doctor?"
"Somewhat like that. I want to be a forensic scientist."
"Wicked." I said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Wally shot me a grin of his own. "Supa dope." I added, causing him to laugh like a mad man.
"What did you just say?" He asked in between laughs.
"You heard me." I said. I smirked when he wiped some tears from his eyes.
"Oh God, I can't wait to have class with you." He exclaimed, still chuckling and shaking his head.
So there you have it! So you know, I have aged YJ in order to fit my story's plot. Here are the ages:
Wally: 18
Dick/Robin: 16
Artemis: 18
Megan: 17
Conner: 18
Raquel: 17
Zatanna: 17
Roy: 21
Kaldur: 19
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