So this is just a spur of the moment writing. in memory of the coffee i never drank this morning and the fact that i have to get up at 5:30am tomorrow. Just a reminder i do not own DC or anything related to it, sadly. So enjoy the story i might add more unrelated chapters, or not you never know.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"
"Oh god no please no," Artemis groaned. Her hands fumbled trying to find their way to the alarm clock that had disturbed her slumber. The beeping seized and was replaced by a loud silence. She shuffled around in her bed trying to work up the courage to get out of her warm cocoon. It was only when her mom yelled at her did she start to rise. "Artemis I swear, if you are late to class one more time I will ground you for eternity." She made a roaring growling noise letting her mother know she was in fact awake. The sound of retreating wheels made it apparent that her mother was satisfied with her, for the moment. Suddenly she threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. Fuck fuck fuck its coooold. She jumped around trying to turn on the light. It was god damn 6am who in their right minds gets up at this unearthly hour?!
"Gahhh," she whimpered shielding her eyes from the mini sun that had just exploded in her room. After a few seconds she dropped her arms and blinked a couple of times trying to get used to the brightness. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of beaten up jeans, random crumpled tee shirt, and a clean bra. Good thing it was wear not your stupid uniform Friday. God she hated skirts. She struggled to get her jeans on, wiggling into them the best she could. "Artemis you better be up," her mother yelled in a slightly accented voice. Artemis rolled her eyes and looked at the clock. She still had 10 minutes before she had to catch the bus. She swung her back pack over her shoulder and headed into the kitchen to make her coffee. The only good part of waking up. She sat down waiting while it brewed tapping her fingers lightly on the granite counter. Her phone buzzed, oddly revibrating through the stone. Message from Wally West, oh god what does the red headed disaster want now. She turned the phone over unwilling to submit herself to torture this early in the morning. The coffee machine pinged quietly and she reached over scooping up her thermos, inhaling the wonderful smell. Now she was ready for anything.