When I came downstairs for breakfast this morning Jennie was rushing around the kitchen like a crazy woman. I could hear her yelling before I even descended the staircase, telling her son, Nick, to "make sure he brushed his teeth this morning." And I wrinkled my nose at the thought of someone forgetting to do such a basic necessity.

Jennie must have eyes in the back of her head since before she had even turned to face me she told me, "You'd be surprised how often he wouldn't if I didn't tell him to do it." I gave what I hoped was a supportive smile in return, but she'd already turned back to her task, slapping mayonnaise on a slice of bread. "Thank god Marcus sent us a teen girl and not another 11 year old boy." She added.

This was when Kim came in and asked me what I liked to eat for breakfast. Kim seemed nice enough. I'd actually met her before, well, I'd met all of the Travis family before back when daddy was still in prison and I'd been living with Marcus. I think there was some family reunion we went to, but I can hardly remember since I was so little then. But I do remember Kim. She was the same age as me and I think we played on a swing set or something. I remember liking her though, and wanting to spend more time with her.

Now, of course, I doubt Kim and I will be playing on swing sets. I shudder at the thoughts of things that Kim would want to be doing with me: probably talk about which celebrity's ass is cuter and get high on bath salts, just like the girls back in New York wanted to do. I just hope I can stomach doing such menial activities long enough for the whole Hit Girl thing to blow over so I can go back to my beloved NYC.

"Um, I'm fine with cereal or whatever." I replied, trying to be nice, but still non-committal. I don't want to seem picky or ungrateful, after all, I know this living arrangement was pretty sudden and I'm sure the Travis family would rather not have some strange girl take up space in their home, eating all their food.

I honestly didn't know a lot about the whole ordeal, but evidentially Marcus and Will were super close as kids and as soon as I moved in with Marcus after daddy died, Marcus had talked about moving me here to stay with Will for a while just to get me away from those negative memories. Nothing concrete happened though until a few months ago when Marcus started getting really worried about my Hit Girl work.

I started eating the generic brand coco puffs Kim handed me and she started asking me stuff about my life, which was something I was going to have to make up. I mean it's not like I can answer her: "So what're ya into? I mean, what duh yuh do fer fun up in that Big Apple?" by telling her the truth.

Yeah, you know, I like going out after midnight and tracking down pedophiles to punish and dismember, but other times I'm just cool with kicking the ass of a petty-thief in a dark alley and cutting off his hand when he tries to stab back at me with a switchblade.

Nope. So instead I wracked my brain trying to come up with answers that were both reasonable for a teenage girl and still something I'd be okay with pretending to be into while staying in Texas' armpit.

"I, uh, I like video games." I said but instantly regretted when the look on Kim's face told me that was clearly not something regular teenage girls like. Or at least not something Kim and her group of friends are into. But Nick sure liked that answer.

"Really? That's super cool, I can't wait for the new Assassin's Creed to come out." He said as he slid into the chair next to me, pouring cereal into his own bowl. I smiled and mentally agreed but Kim quipped back before I could tell him I felt the same.

"Oh my gowd, Nick, that game is so weird. I'm sure Mindy likes Wii games and whatnot, not yer weird war-fightin' games." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yeah. Totally." I replied, nodding in what I hoped looked like enthusiasm.

"Whatever." Was all Nick said back, more muttering to himself than anything.

Kim turned back to me, "So, what else are yuh intuh?" She asked.

I tried to think harder this time before answering. What's something girly enough to be normal, but not something I'd have to slit my wrists over if forced to participate in? Music? Well, that's pretty vague. Everyone likes music, right? TV, movies, Internet?

"I don't know, just the usual I guess." I said, trying to buy for time while coming up with a good answer. But Jennie interrupted before I had the chance to elaborate.

"Okay, let's get goin'." She said handing us each a small brown paper bag and pushing us towards the front door. "You don't want Mindy to be late on her first day." She smiled at me and I grabbed my pink backpack, realizing she was ushering us on to school.

I followed Kim outside and down the street, still holding on to the small brown paper bag. I opened it up and looked inquisitively inside: one of the sandwiches Jennie had been making, a water bottle, a container of what looked like jello, plus a spoon wrapped in a napkin were inside. I raised my eyebrows in realization. Lunch.

Kim saw my expression and asked, "What is it? Yuh don't like what she gave us? What she put in today anyway?" She asked as she opened up her bag and looked inside. She scrunched up her nose and sighed. "Not suh bad. What're yuh used tuh?"

"Oh, actually we just get lunch at school." I replied as I stuffed the lunch into my backpack. I'd never had a homemade lunch bag before. We came to an intersection and I stopped at the curb. Kim however, walked on. But only got so far before realizing I wasn't beside her anymore.

She turned around. "What's a'matter?"

I blinked. "Uh, aren't we going to wait for the bus?" I asked her.

Kim laughed. "Mindy, only one's that take the bus er the disabled kids. Everyone walks, 'less you got a car, then you get tuh show off by driving tuh school." She said.

Oh. Well fuck. I can tell this school day is going to go well. I haven't even got there yet and I've fucked up twice. God, I prefer water boarding to this inquisitive bullshit.

Well, I have a job. It's pretty much the least glamorous job you could have, but at least I've got an income now. Superman worked as a reporter and the Flash was a police man. But Kick Ass is a pizza delivery boy. If only the writers of my comic series knew. I think they have me working part time at a gym as a lifeguard or something.

Since Marty and Todd found out about me being Kick Ass they've really gotten into the Kick Ass comics, but I just can't bring myself to read them. It's just kind of weird to me. But Marty and Todd are always making remarks when I do stuff, like, "You know in the comics, Kick Ass did this, or, Kick Ass did that…" It's really starting to get annoying.

But at least the Red Mist comics are gone. In fact, Todd was just telling me the other day that the new Kick Ass comic had the Mother Fucker in it. Not that it really matters. Both Red Mist and the Mother Fucker are gone in real life and the less I think about either the better.

But being a pizza delivery guy isn't so bad either, at least from a superhero perspective. I get to drive all over town, finding the shortcuts and quickest routes. And I get to meet lots of interesting people. Just last week I made a delivery to a little old lady that talked my ear off as she counted out my tip in pennies. But she wound up tipping me extra by telling me about a popular spot for purse snatching after going on about her best friend's life story and how she was robbed the week before and how two of her other friends were robbed in the same area. I've already put three guys behind bars just from that same spot.

And my coworkers aren't bad either. There's Brad, who's pretty cool, we had a conversation yesterday about the latest Superman movie. And my manager's nice too, plus she's pretty easy on the eyes. I don't mind having to work odd hours, watching her working the cash register is not time wasted.

Of course between this job, school, and Kick Ass stuff, this leaves hardly any time with Todd and Marty. Especially since Todd and Marty have stopped doing superhero stuff. The fight at the warehouse really freaked Todd out and Marty's convinced he's going to get arrested if he goes back out as Battle Guy. So that's not time we can spend together anymore.

Plus I've only got two more months left of school now so that part will be over soon, which means less time with Marty and Todd, but the end of school still couldn't come soon enough. I hadn't really had time to get senioritis with the Mother Fucker going around killing cops and everything, but now that it's over, senioritis has set in. With a fury. I'm just so over school. And I'm sure all the shit I've gone through being Kick Ass isn't helping. I'm sort of at a point now where school seems useless.

Especially with all the shit I've had to deal with since Katie broke up with me. I never knew girls could be so manipulative and cruel. But I guess I didn't get it as bad as Mindy did, I mean, she never told me outright what those girls did to her, but it has to be some seriously twisted shit to get Hit Girl to crawl into my bedroom at night, crying.

Last week I found her wig and costume tucked away in the safe house and I realized that meant that she didn't take it with her, wherever she went. Which surprised me. I didn't think that would be something she'd leave behind, you know, just in case. And Mindy is like a boy scout on steroids: Prepared for nuclear fallout if needed.

Although I kind of wish she left a manual for the damn safe house. I'm finding new features everyday. Like when I moved the toaster and found a button on the counter underneath. I still haven't pressed it, for all I know it could be a self-destruct button. I wouldn't put it past her.

And if she couldn't leave me a manual of some kind, even if it was just a short note, she could at least leave me a way to get a hold of her. What if I'm facing some serious scumbag and I need advice? Who am I going to ask? Or what if I just really want to know if accidentally pressing the button under the toaster wont blow me sky high?

Or what I really want. To talk with someone that understands what it's like to lose both your parents for useless reasons.


I wanted to clear up any confusion by letting you all know that Mindy and Dave's sections aren't necessarily happening at the same time or being paced at a similar time. For example, Mindy's part in this chapter happened about two days after the last chapter ended, and Dave's part in this chapter happened about 1-2 weeks after the end of the last chapter. Typically Dave's parts are more spread out and structured like a recap of events that happened in the past few weeks or so while Mindy's happens pretty regularly recapping events that happened in the past few days. This isn't always the case, but I just wanted to let you guys know.

Plus not every chapter will have both Mindy and Dave in them. But for the most part they will.

Also, to sort of tie in with "PC" the Travis family is based off of Marcus' family from Makokam's story. But I changed things up a bit.

Let me know your thoughts, suggestions, etc. I LOVE hearing from you, and I always reply to a review to clear up any questions you have (so long as you're logged in so that I can actually reply lol). So bring on the reviews!

*This chapter has been edited after story completion*