(This story is going to be in my OC, Jaclyn Perry's perspective throughout. I hope you like it. I may post the prequel soon.)
May 24th, 2018
It's been a while since my encounter with the Gotham City Sirens, and I was forced to keep it a secret. I don't want to know what happens if I publish the story to the school newspaper. I am a big fan and the urge to write about it is killing me, so I plan to do it here and in private. The school year is actually almost over at Gotham Academy, and it's satisfying to hear that as well. Derek Doran has been annoying me since the second trimester in my learning strategies class and it's about time that I get out of there. At least, for a month or two to have time for my sanity to regenerate.
"Little Choo-Choo! Time for school!" I...better get going. Today is going to be the same old, same old. Just to be clear, my mom doesn't call me 'little choo-choo'; my sister does. I find it wonderful and a tad bit annoying at the same time. We used to be enemies and never spend time together for the longest time, but it's been the best thing ever to have a special bond with her. "Coming…" I mumble as I put on a pair of earrings and semi-dash downstairs.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one of my favorite childhood cereals. They used to have commercials all the time on the Nickelodeon channel when my sister and I watched TV. "I'm robbing a bank today." My sister and my mom sometimes test my hearing when I use the iPad to check out stuff on Pinterest while I eat. Tomorrow I'm going to challenge myself to eat at the table without the iPad at my side and finish all my food. I usually do and all, but I have to literally chug down my tea so I finish it before my sister drives us to school. "Don't rob a bank, K! You'll get arrested!" I retort while looking at a picture of my favorite fictional couple. "See, the widdle baby can listen!" She tells my mom. "We're going to need to take the iPad away from this girl when she has AP testing…" Mom mutters and my sister agrees.
I'm in photography now, I mostly write stories I'm working on from Google Docs in this class; then I do the projects. The really friendly and caring security guard suggested that I take a nap on the couch when I get home earlier, but that makes me want to take a nap right now even more! Derek's here, and that doesn't cheer me up or encourage me to stay awake though. Sure I've had a few crushes here and there on him, but I still find him irritating to be around. "You're stupid!" He teases and I roll my eyes. This isn't new at all, but at least I have Janice to keep me company. "Jaclyn. Jaclyn. Jaclyn!" She badgers me on to get my attention. "What Janice." I groan groggily. "We need to take our pictures." Janice tugs on my left forearm. I reluctantly get up from my seat and stop typing even though I'm making pretty decent progress on my story The Deadly Queen. It's about a toxic queen of a forgotten realm who decomposed and composed again, just before a group of tweenage explorers get themselves trapped in that area after creating choreography inspired by it.
"Now what should we take pictures of?" Janice asks me. We're in the campus center, a blank space shaded by the cemented roof has several fancy yet school style tables and chairs are. This is also where all of the two-story buildings leading to the B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, and L buildings with stairs and elevators are separated; as well as made easy to find. "What about the Batman musical poster?" I suggest. "Eh, let's go dumpster diving!" Janice smirks mischievously. "What if Mr. Roman sees us?" I inquire nervously. "We'll just have to be really quick then…" she giggles in amusement. "Fine, fine, whatever makes you happy…" I retort as we stroll over to the dumpsters in the back of campus. The wrestling room and small softball field are in the back; where there are shades like the tops of tents blocking the sky sun. I don't exactly know why they have those, but I don't see how I should.
After all, Janice and I are just freshmen. "Do you see that?" I ask her; my pointer finger fixed on a porta-potty with a poster of the Joker on it. "What? That?" "Yes, that. Didn't you see it vibrate?" I ask. The small rectangle with the ability to fit a human inside shakes again, only this time, with more force. "Please tell me you saw that Janice." I nudge her elbow impatiently. "I saw it, Jaclyn. Now let's take a picture!" She grins weirdly. Who should open it, though. "Do you want to open it?" I ask her. "I'll do the 'honors!" A muffled voice exclaims in a perky way. Harley Quinn…
I nervously opened the porta-potty door to find a female jester (aka Harley Quinn/ Harleen Quinzel, Poison Ivy's best friend…) with a huge smile on her face. "Hiya, kiddo! Long time, no see, huh?" She shakes my hand extra energetically. But then again, that's part of who Harley Quinn is. "Oh my gosh…" Janice gasps in awe. "Who's this?" Harley points at my friend. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce you to Janice. Janice, this is Harley Quinn and Harley, this is Janice Carlson." Harley gives her a tight, random hug. "What are you doing here?" I ask curiously. "Ya see, the rest of us need you again." "Me?" I ask. "I think she means you." Janice nods. "Can I bring her along?" "Sure! Just make sha Jan doesn't tell anyone." Harley approves and drags us to her motorcycle as we ride over to their hideout.