Author's Note: I do not own any original Batman/Dark Knight characters. Thank you, and enjoy!!
Chapter One: First Day's Suck
I was either awoken by the screeching cars outside my window or the sound of sirens in the distance. Who knows? I hated this town. I hated this apartment. I hated every little thing that had to do with living in a city. Crowded. Too many people. Too noisy. I hated it all. It was about 7:30 when I woke up that morning. My window was cracked open to let some air in. I could have gone better without all the noise though. First day of school always sucks. Especially if it's a new school. You're the new person. No one knows you. No one ever really wants to know you. It's utterly lame. I crawled out of bed slowly, half asleep, and walked over to my dresser. I pulled open my drawer and took out some old faded jeans and a black tank top. Plain. Simple. Didn't really matter. I slipped off the over-sized tee shirt I was wearing and threw on the tank top. Picking up my deodorant stick and slabbing some on, I reached for my jeans and began fitting my feet into the leg holes. Pulling them up rather quickly and zipping them. There. Ready for school.
It was the worst idea my parents ever had to live here. It all started back last year. My dad got an offer from Bruce Wayne himself to work at Wayne Enterprises. Of course he couldn't refuse. This was probably one of the greatest jobs my dad would ever have. My mom, thrilled that she would be able to meet the notorious Bruce Wayne aggreed with my dad that we should definatly move here. No one asked me. I missed my open spaces and mountains. I missed having a fresh breeze flow through my room without a siren going off every 5 mintues. I missed the feeling of having an actual house. It would only be one more year, then I could finally make my own choices. Finally.
"Emma Elizabeth Gale!" I heard my mom call from the kitchen. "I'm coming!" was all I could respond.
I quickly grabbed a pair of socks and slipped on my checkered Vans. I grabbed my comb and brushed through my hair quickly, being careful not to make it frizz. Indeed I had my mothers hair. Mid-length brunette. Easy to frizz. Hard to keep calm. The worst hair ever. Realizing that my hair still looked terrible I grabbed a scrunchie and pulled it up into a ponytail letting my bangs fall into my face. My mom hated that. I grabbed my backback and trotted out of the room towards the kitchen.
"I'm here mother dearest!" I said sarcastically sitting myself at the counter of our semi-bar. There was already a cearal bowl waiting for me. I grabbed a spoon and started munching on my Cheerios, "So where is father?" I asked innocently."
"He's already at work." my mother replied paying no attention to my sarcastic good child act, "You're going to have to walk to school today because there is such horrible traffic." She added on.
I wasn't really sure if I even remembered where the school was when I vistited, but I replied with an "Ok". School usually started at 8:30 and it was already 8 so I had about a good 30 mintues to walk there. I slurped down what was the rest of the milk.
"I'll be going then," I announced to my mother, "See you later, I guess."
"Have a great first day!" She replied as I began walking out of the apartment door. Psh, Like that will happen. First day's always suck when your the new kid.