This is a new fan fic and doesn't play off any thing I have written before. Its new from me and it might have been done before but idk if it has. If so then I'll read that one and make sure I don't copy it. I like this plot line but you can never tell when one has been used before, even when it comes to you in a dream after eating too much Easter candy.

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It was sunny, but he didn't feel it.

The birds were singing, but he didn't hear them either.

The papers flew everywhere and his skull was on fire from the impact with the wall, but he didn't notice.

The jeering and laughing was there alright, but he just wasn't there with it. It was just Wally, it was only happening to Wally, and Wally? Well he wasn't there, because Wally was kid flash and therefore not Wally.

So when they attacked him he wasn't allowed to fight back. When they hurt him he had to give in and beg and plead.

But Wally was there, and he did feel it, and he couldn't back down. He couldn't because he was kid flash and after all these were just schoolyard bullies. If he couldn't stand up to them…he was useless as the boys who lived only one test to another watching their backs and waiting for graduation.

It was his job to save these boys that were tormenting him, central city was his city.

He had saved Danny McColl last month from captain freeze. Now Danny's fist impacted the left side of his abdomen, right in the liver.

The irony was that since then Danny had come to worship kid flash and everything he said or did revolved around being like him.

Tony and Blake followed Danny around like a pair of trained monkeys; they all talked about kid flash. Right now Wally was having his guts excavated because he was so uncool or as they had said it, "man you're such a wimp, west! I'll bet kid flash could take you down with one punch! Hell! Next to him you're just a bug!"

Oh the irony.

Wally took the punch and went to the ground, it hadn't even been that hard and with his suit padding for his human cannonball slam he would have just laughed it off. But, he had to let them think Wally west was a weakling. When in reality, he was the strong one, not kid flash.

His strength made kid flash real, but without his mask, and while he was still used the name kid flash. He could never let the world see how strong Wally West could be.

That was fine for him, the world only needed to know kid flash, but his friends and family were allowed to see the real Wally.

His team under stood him, and his aunt and uncle certainly did. He was amazed at how big his circle of friends were now. Before he only had his aunt and uncle and robin because he was the great deceives protégé and had guessed at his real name.

The others on the team didn't know his name or the details but they got that he was himself and a real person not just a defender of the peace, or they were starting to at least.

You have to get relationships to grow, but they were starting and that was more than he could have ever hoped for.

They were done picking at him for now he gathered his things and started to walk home.

As he was walking he heard a set of ear phones that were blasting a little too loud and listened to it:

I'm all,

I'm all,

I'm all right.

It's a beautiful day,

Not a cloud in sight,

So I guess I'm doin all right.

That was right and he couldn't help but smile at the country songs lyrics.

Ha ha ha, you like it? She asked. Her voice was like honey and wind. Her laugh was as right as rain and he hadn't even turned around yet but he found himself wanting to hear it again.

As he turned he was grasped by her features. Blond hair that probably hung to the tail of her spine but was currently floating and flowing in the breeze.

Her eyes were such a calling blue that he never knew could exist. And her eyes were slightly slanted, part Asian or something. It was weird everything else seamed Caucasian about her appearance.

She was wearing a cotton blouse that billowed around her without obscuring her finely cut figure and stopped after her shoulder and at her waistline tying off at her collar bone with a thin cotton draw string.

Her ear phones hung around her neck playing like a stereo for all to hear.

Her jeans cutoff just above the knee and showed her long muscular legs. But the most beautiful thing about her was her face.

She wore no makeup what so ever, save for a smile. And that was all she needed, anything else was unnecessary.

She looked like an angel from a painting that was the only way to explain it.

It was sunny, an angel was smiling at him, and the weather and air felt perfect across his skin.

I'm all right,

It's a beautiful day,

Not a cloud in sight,

So I guess I'm doin all right.

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There will be more soon but probably not this much. I'll try to update tomorrow or sometime this week. Please r&r. I need comments. Am I ooc or something? I have a hard time telling. thx!