The slip up: Prologue
Ten minutes early, I should review the Plato document again for the seminar…I feel so tired though…not even my coffee's helping… I could just rest until the bus gets here… I won't go to sleep or anything… just rest my eyes for a bit…
Those were the dangerous thoughts running through my head as I sat waiting for the city bus. A loud cry of pain woke me up. I shot up from the bench, scattering my school papers everywhere. To my surprise, I saw a handsome blond man in front of me. He glared with piercing blue eyes behind his glasses at a man on the ground, who had a bloody nose and was whimpering. From what my scattered mind could gather, the handsome man in front of me seemed to have punched the poor guy. The man on the ground scrambled away when he saw me wake up. The handsome man turned to me and his icy eyes turned warm and cheery. He gave a goofy grin and began picking up all my scattered papers. He said in a loud voice that hurt my poor tired head
"Ha Ha! You're lucky that I, the hero, we're here to save ya dude!"
This was the beginning of the end so to speak, this was how I first met Alfred F Jones. Or, as you might recognize him, The United States of America.
AN: this is the second of my two America-centered fics. This and "I'M A HERO" will both have very short chapters like this and will be updated pretty frequently…
Please review with your thoughts so far… I promise this gets better!
Until next time,
-Irene