Well hey guyies! I've missed ya! Okay, so as you know, the end of school is coming up and time is getting SUPAH tight and I'm getting emotional with all of my close friends (who are seniors) that are leaving so sorry about everything that I've done! :)
But ANYWAYS, guess what??
NEW. STORY.
Ya Gurl. You heard me.
Its AU, with all of our favorite Teen Titans. And okay, ya i know Terra kinda isnt one of the orignal five, but this is MY story and I love her. If you dont, you can skip over her section for all I care :) Sorry I'm a bit snappy.
Its about none other than a day in the life of the Titans if they were at a normal high school with everyone else. Might be an overused subject but do i care? NO! ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE! haha :)
Alrighty, here I go,
Sit back, read, and enjoy my lovelies :)
A Day in the Life
April 16
6:00 a.m.
Gymnasium, Williston High School
"Alright ladies! Lets go! Five, Six, Seven, Eight!" an abrupt melody filled the wood floored, basketball goal lined walls of the gym. And suddenly 50 young eager teenage girls broke out into their overly practiced routine.
Arms up.
Side to side.
Down. Hit. Hit.
Set…and Jump.
These were the thoughts circling through every one of them. The bright faced, early birds who came to the school to practice every morning and then tackled the 14 hour day ahead. But they weren't thinking about the day, they were thinking about perfection in every move they made. Every kick of the feet, every nod of the head, and every flick of the wrist. All of them were thinking about it. All of them, except one tall, slender, confused and curious girl who sat in the bleachers.
She watched them closely with heavy interest. Her sparkling bright green eyes were so intent on their movements and ability to remember everything, let alone with a smile plastered on their faces the entire time, they sometimes forgot to blink. She watched them jump so high and land without a sound, and was hit with the sudden rush of wanting to be just like them.
Only about a minute later, the sharp and shining routine was finished, and the wrinkled jump-suited brunette called for a break. The girl figured she was their coach.
She then watched the girls cool off with water and start gossiping to each other. None of them realizing her spying from up in the stands…
Or so she thought.
"Hi there!" a chipper voice startled the girl, who turned around briskly to face it.
Standing up a couple of bleachers up was a round faced girl, maybe about a year or so older than the green eyed beauty. She had light brown eyes and skin like a peach. Her honey blonde hair reached her shoulders but was held back by an athletic headband. She smiled down.
"Um…hello." Said the dumb-struck girl. Why had she decided to do this at all? It was such a stupid idea… "I was just looking at your…um…what is it that you call this…?"
The round faced girl looked happily at the wondering subject and laughed.
"I can tell you aren't from around here."
The girl bit her lip and shook her head.
"I am not from here at all. I was sent here…"
A snap of realization crossed the older girl's mind, "Oh! You must be one of our new foreign exchange students!"
The green eyed girl smiled and nodded cheerfully.
"I'm Lauren!" the girl said as she put out her hand, "Its nice to meet you…um…"
"Kori!" The foreign student said
"Hi Kori! Its great to meet you! Well, lemme catch you up here…" she motioned to the groups of girls down below the stands.
"We call it Cheerleading."
April 16,
6:05 a.m.
A Bedroom
BRING BRING BRING
The unflattering noise of an alarm awoke the young girl, but as she slowly sat herself up in bed, she didn't seem to mind it. Without a sound, the dark haired teen swung her legs over the side of the bed and proceeded to get up.
She walked to the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth.
She walked out of her bathroom and towards her closet.
She silently put on some clothes and brushed her hair.
The quiet, introverted girl didn't bother putting on any makeup for the school day ahead.
What's the point of showing everyone someone who you're not? she thought.
The books from her room seemed to follow her, even though she was carrying them herself. She sat down calmly at a table in her dining room.
Everything was quiet, and silent. Nothing was moving, nothing was disturbed.
Just the way it should be, she thought.
And just like that, she opened her book and immersed herself fully into the reading.
She would try to finish it before she would have to leave for school.
And she probably would.
April 16
6:30 a.m.
Somewhere underneath the Soket Bridge, 20 minutes out of the city.
Just a little closer, just a little closer…
…and…
SNAP!
"Yes!" The boy faintly whispered, as he took the camera from his eyes to stare at the living subject of the picture he had just taken. It was of a peaceful homeless man, sleeping upon an empty burlap potato sack under the old Soket Bridge. He shifted his weight around a little in the crouching position he was in, still keeping his cover behind the blooming, green leafed bush. His long fingers brushed over the Review button on his beloved camera; he soon clicked it.
There, in his hands, was the picture. The boy smiled a crooked smile, happy to do his work. Happy to get one step closer to his dream.
His parents wanted him to be a fire-fighter. Like his dad, they said.
"Save lives son, it's what you were meant to do." They told him long ago.
But no one was ever going to tell him what he was "meant to do". Ricky wanted to be a photographer. And that, was that. Besides, the only people who ever forced him to do what they wanted were gone.
The boy backed away a few feet before standing up and stretching. He loved these mornings. The ones where no one was out yet, and no one would find him snagging pictures that some would find a "invasion of privacy". Not like he was going to show anyone…yet.
He took a few steps to his car through the dewy early morning grass beneath his feet. But he was then stopped by something, a slight urge to turn around again.
He did, but nothing was there.
So Ricky kept walking, searched for his keys in his jean pocket, and drove back into the city for some much needed breakfast.
April 16
6:32 a.m.
Markov household
Terra sat criss-crossed on a wooden dining room chair that was positioned adjacent to the actual table and facing the television. She held a fresh bowl of Froot Loops in her hands and spooned it into her mouth happily while watching a tivo-ed episode of Gilmore Girls.
"You think serious Kirk is more disturbing than non-serious Kirk?…
…I think they're both the same."
Her hair was slowly air-drying from the shower she had just took and now she sat alone eating her breakfast, waiting for her older brother to come back from his job and take her to school.
The blonde's ears were soon filled with another sound, it was a popular song that had come on the radio that sat un-moving on the little kitchen's counter only a few feet away. Terra turned her head in a little so she could hear the radio clearer. Yeah. She had definitely heard that song somewhere.
Hmmm…
…
…
Where was it from???
Ah! This is gonna bug me!
The girl finally gave up in a huff and dug back into her cereal and shoved it into her mouth with a pout. Soon she was done with her breakfast, and she shot up out of her chair to put the $2 Walmart bowl in the sink.
Terra started the short walk to her and her brother's apartment's kitchen, which was basically only about 3 steps from where she was sitting. Behind her, she could hear the television mutter out a commercial about sponges or something and Terra found herself jiggling her butt carelessly at the catchy song at the end. As she whipped herself around, causing her wet hair to come back around and slap her face lightly, she grabbed a water bottle from the cabinets and filled it up.
Mid-way through she dropped the bottle.
It made a harsh noise against the sink. Aluminum against metal.
She remembered from where she had heard the song on the radio.
…
Bright, flashing lights…
Crowded people…
Red Cups…
Laughing…
Dancing…
… "Terra come on!" they said as two kids got into the front seat.
… "wait, where are you guys?" she heard herself laugh, not knowing if she wanted to or not…
…more laughter…silence…
…she watched them drive off…
"Terra!" a loud and strong voice interrupted her thoughts. Thank God.
The teenager girl spun around to face her older brother, clutching his jacket in his arm, the other hand flipping around a pair of keys. His wide blue eyes, identical to her own, gazed at her. "Lets go!"
She pushed herself off the edge of the sink in an instant and ran to her room. Inside, she grabbed her school bag and an empty backpack where she shoved her dance uniform, shoes, hair brush, deodorant…tampon?…
"Terra! Come on!"
She grabbed it and threw the necessity in as she came out to face her brother again. The older sibling chucked the water bottle at his little sister, who was surprisingly caught off guard. She scrambled around for a second as she tried to hold it steady, but her brother was already out the door and heading down the stairs of the apartment complex.
She stared at the water bottle for a minute.
Brighter lights…
Kids in the car…
Crying…
"Terra! Are you serious!?"
"Coming!" she yelled back down the stairs. The little blonde girl took one last check of her home to make sure she wasn't forgetting something, then slammed it behind her as she descended the stairs to go to school.
April 16
6:45 a.m.
Weights Room, Basement Floor, Williston High School
Loud, brash music blasted throughout the small weights room in the basement of the town's public High School.
"One more…come on! Just, one…more…"
A slamming sound erupted from the noise of the miraculously heavy weight that landed onto the stand of the lifting bench. A buff chocolate skinned teenager, exhausted, let his weak arms fall down, off the sides of the bench. He huffed dramatically a few times before he delicately lifted himself up on his elbows, reached over and grabbed his plastic water bottle. Sweet refreshing water met his dying throat, and he chugged it uncontrollably.
"Phew…" he sighed as his sweaty hand reached up and wiped his wet forehead.
A content smile grew across his warmed up face as he stared at the hard tile below his feet and thought about the progress he made this morning.
"-Jenny! Stop! Stop! Hahaha!"
Vic's head snapped up to the window facing the hallway outside of the weight.
Out there,
Standing there,
Back to him,
Was Bea.
Shit.
Her stupid little friend was trying to push her into the swimming pool across the hall, obviously they had just finished with practices because they were both in their swimsuits, and Bea's hair wasn't its frizzy, gorgeous self yet, in fact, it was soaking. They weren't paying any attention to him, which was weird, because someone always pays attention to him. Come on, he was the star-quarterback for the football team, President of the Forensics team, AND totally and completely ripped.
But she wasn't.
As the two girls walked on down the hallway towards the locker rooms, Vic wanted to know why she hadn't even glanced at him…
Probably doesn't want to see you ever again…
Vic suddenly felt the anger boil beneath him. He threw his fist against the wall close to him, and stared intently at the floor with heavy anger. He sucked in air through his teeth for a few seconds before allowing his hands the graze the wall as it fell down.
Why did things have to happen like that, Bea?
Vic released the time, snatched up his stuff and rushed to the showers to get cleaned up before class.
April 16
7:00 a.m.
A Seriously Messy Bedroom
"Oh Yeah, this guns are real. For sure, girl." Wink.
Giggles
"Oh Gar! Your soooo funny!"
"Hah! Don't tempt me…" Wiggling of the eyebrows
"Oh Gar!" arms around the neck.
Blurry…blurry…
CRAP!
Blurry…
…
"Huhh-mmm?" Garfield mumbled as his eyes fluttered open to face his dump of a room. A slightly large dollop of drool hung freely from his sprawled out mouth. He laid across his bed in a shape that looked extremely uncomfortable to the eye, but to the boy, there was no other way to sleep.
His green eyes were fogged with drowse, and he looked around his room for a moment before leisurely guiding them to his clock.
7:01 A.M.
"AH-!" she yelped in sudden alarm as she spontaneously fell off his bed to the floor.
If he would've cleaned it like he was supposed to, maybe he wouldn't have fallen onto some empty Chinese take out boxes, some magazines, and a bunch of video game controllers. He pulled together enough strength to get up and stagger over to his closet where he put together some clean clothes and almost too literally fell out his door.
Go Go Go Go GO!
The boy tried to run, he really did, but unfortunately his mental senses wouldn't turn on until almost 2 hours later…
I cant be late today! I CANT!
Too bad he was anyways.
Well I hope it was bareable enough for you :)
Stay safe, Stay smiling,
-louhve you all :), Ellie/MEC
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