My Way Into The Justice League Part 1
When you see a guy flying through the skies, superhuman gangs, and some downright insane people, you start to think your life is a dream. Well not for me. I am a 14-year-old who lives in the same city as the legendary Batman, so that's a thing. I've been hiding in my bedroom from that one time when Joker used Laughing Gas to make everyone think that they are his followers and must fulfil his purpose. My name is Ryan Lenton, I was born in Gotham raised there. I've kind of never wanted to leave Gotham, because I find all these events to be very adventurous. I know that life is short and everything, but I'm just a kid. Like I still have crushes on girls, I still want to be popular, and I still want to be young and lively. Today was the first day of 9th grade, and I think that it's pretty crap. You've got stricter teachers, more homework and even less Gym Lessons. I'm that type of guy who isn't really popular but isn't an outcast. People know of my existence. My friendship group (or crew I don't really know what to call it) is two guys and two girls (Not including me). First of all, my best friend is Tom Parkinson, a bit of forgetful kid, but I keep him in check (This kid has my personality by the way) but although he is forgetful, he might be one of the most on sugar teenagers in the history of teenagers. He never shuts up! After that my good friend is Liam Rixter is one those people who gets good results although he hates a lot of his teachers. Like in Spanish once, he was caught swearing in front of a teacher, but instead of a 30-minute detention, he would probably get a pat on the back for doing it. Nevertheless, he's a cool guy. Kylie Minx is next, and she is exactly like Tom. Forgets stuff, has this goal t one day be able to fight Wonder Woman, literally, she has files and files of information on her strengths, weaknesses and possible identities. Last of all, you have Emma Reeves. She is this laid-back, chill person who never seems to stress out. One time in 7th grade she had winded up in Isolation for having highlights in her hair, and I'm telling you, if you go to Isolation, most people are never the same again, but Emma? She broke the cycle. A thing which even Jocks are cared to go to was braved by a girl who won a chess competition once is kind of badass. Guess what else is great about her? That she has me feeling all those heart-warming things about her. Like Tom and Kylie are just eggs waiting to crack, but Emma? She is the best lady friend you could possibly have. Maybe even the best girlfriend you could hav- nope, I'm not thinking about that, it would be weird, and if she says no? Join the Legion of Doom and dedicate my life to getting revenge because I got rejected in school that one time? Anyway yep that's a rundown on my friends, Wow I'm far through this journal already. I don't really talk about this but my favourite vigilante (That's what I'm calling it, Bitches!) is Nightwing he has this Batman feel to him but at the same time he has his own way of being epic. He kind of has his life under control, maybe I'll write fanfiction about him someday. Someday. So today was the first match for the Hampton Hamites (WTF is that name man?) in basketball, yeah we are pretty terrible at all sport as a school, but we've got a few hidden Gems in there. Btw if you don't know by now, I'm on the team! (ahem! Ahem! The subs…) so that's good. We were losing 106-37 points to the opposing team, and I came on the court to 'change' the game for the better. So when I heard the announcer call out the sub, I was ready, but the thing I wasn't ready for was ready Kylies chants. Jesus, they were cringey and funny at the same time. She held out this banner which had 'Ryan the Legend' with a lot of glitter plastered all over it; I could see the entire row, especially my friends, were burying their heads in laughter or shame, as popular girls gave Kylie high fives, and Liam was on the edge of ripping the banner in half. I carried on with the match anyway, trying to get into space and also trying to break Shresies (OMG these names…) defence. Simon Richards, a popular guy with as many exes as I can count Toms forgotten homework's, was dribbling down the right hand side of the court. I was free, so I asked for the ball, and with my shitty luck, I thought that I wasn't going to have it, but a millisecond after I thought that it was in my hands. And just so you know this was probably the last ten seconds of the match, so I had to be quick, or else. So I had a shot, hoping for it to a least be a really unlucky miss, but when I saw the ball bounce of the metal rim and started heading off the pad, I started to freak out in my brain, but somehow, the ball was able to bounce of the outer rim again and went in. Kylie and Tom went crazy as I had won the State championship, although my point was merely a constellation point. I headed in seeing my teammates pat me on the back and hear the coach say 'Well Done Lad' in his thick British accent. I went into the changing rooms to expect another rant, but then again, what's the point in trying to look happy in front of the opposing team when you're not? "Right Lads," he bellowed when we were all in. "We may have just been destroyed by another team and quite easily as well, but this time…" He stopped. The whole team froze we were all expecting to rage in a second, but instead he started to laugh, and to laugh a lot. The team started to laugh too but I was still hesitant. When a smile started to creak out of my mouth, Mr Vinewood, our coach who has been at this school for 6 years gets a knife and slits himself. People were pacing it from the murder scene trying to make sure they weren't thought to be the killer. I was doing that to but I started to wonder had he returned?