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My deep slumber was rudely interrupted by my stereo blasting one of my mixed cds, set off by my alarm, rigged by Donnie a few years ago as a Christmas present. I looked at the clock which read 7:15. Time to get Danny up. Everybody took turns getting Danny ready for school while Dad was either out working, or downstairs making breakfast. I walked into my closet and threw on a tank top over my sports bra, but stayed in my long pajama pants. I ran a brush through my mop of hair which was somehow sticking up in every possible direction. I sluggishly made my way down to Danny's light blue room.
His little sleeping form was curled in his train shaped bed. While both my older brothers (mostly Donnie) preferred cars, Danny positively adored trains. He also loved planes, we had that in common too, and I had hung up some planes from his ceiling. He shifted a little as I called his name and gently shook his shoulder but refused to get up. I pulled the blanket back and called his name a little louder. He cracked open his sleepy eyes and groaned.
"Come on buddy, time to wake up. Second day of first grade!" that got nothing. "Dad's got breakfast going." THAT got his attention. I laughed and went to the light switch. "Incoming in 3…. 2…" Danny covered his eyes. "…1!" I announced and flipped the switch. The light turned on and Danny groaned.
I finally got him up and into the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and hair. As he was brushing his teeth I went to his closet and looked through his clothes to find something clean and matching for him. He didn't mind me picking his clothes because in his opinion I was just as stylish as any of the guys in the house. I picked out a pair of shorts, a batman t-shirt, socks, undies and a pair of laced sneakers since I had already taught him how to tie his shoes.
It was 7:25 when we entered the kitchen, Dad had two plates out with our breakfasts on them. Danny had a bowl of cookie crisp cereal, a plate with a few stripes of bacon, and a glass of milk. I had a plate of eggs and bacon and waffles with a glass of apple juice. We finished eating and I looked at the clock. 7:33.
"Hey buddy, time to get to the bus stop." I got up and handed him his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack. He took it and we walked out the door together. The bus was supposed to get to his stop at 7:40. It was only a five minute walk but the bus had gotten there early so we had made it just in time. Danny waved and hoped on the bus. I waved back and waited until the bus turned the corner down the street before walking back home.
When I got back to my room I went to my closet and pulled out a suitable outfit for school. I tossed it on my bed and went to the bathroom. I decided my hair actually looked good for once and didn't bother straightening or doing anything to it. Worse comes to worse I always have my lucky beanie with me. I didn't like to wear makeup very much but I would draw a single line of black eyeliner under each eye when I felt like it which I did. I brushed my teeth and put on my deodorant. Finally I went back out and grabbed my clothes before going back and stripping completely, then redressing in the days attire. Finally I sprayed my honeysuckle body spray and took in my appearance in the floor length mirror in my room. I was wearing black shorts with a blue and black studded belt, a long sleeved black and dark blue swirled shirt under a short sleeved pixilated cartoon star wars shirt. My checkered vans were down by the front door. I didn't look bad, not heart stopping beautiful but enough to maybe merit a second glance by a few. Not that I really gave a fuck, but hey, what's wrong with looking good for yourself? Absolutely nothing. The honeysuckle body spray was just noticeable and inhaling it made me think of my mother. She always smelled like honeysuckle.
I put my book and ipod in my bags side pocket and went downstairs. David and Donnie were already eating breakfast, David's book bag hanging off the barstool. David was dressed, ready for school while Donnie was in a pair of pajama pants and nothing else. Since he wasn't in school anymore he was probably going back to bed for a few more hours, lucky bastard, and was only up for Dads breakfast.
"Ali, time to go." David beckoned to the clock above the stove. It read 8:30
Shit.. I had totally zoned out. I grabbed my bag, slipped on my vans and ran down the block. I made it to the bus stop right as it came into view down the street. I fished out my headphones and pulled out my ipod, sticking them in and pressing play. Fortunate by the Cartel started playing in my ears and I silently sang along as I got on the sophomore bus. My brother and I had only taken the freshman bus the day before since we were transfers. Today however, we got stuck on different buses and of course, I didn't know anyone, so I sat by myself. Again.
A few songs later the bus landed on the floating school and we were free to wander around until the first bell rang, at 9:10. Then we would have 5 minutes to get to class before the late bell would ring at 9:15 signaling the start of class. It was currently 8:57. I decided to go find my locker, which I was given yesterday. Once I got it open after a few tries I opened it and found my schedule folded up neatly on top of my two pairs of gym clothes on the middle shelf, a utility belt hanging on a hook and my books on the top shelf. The lower shelf was left empty.
I started to unfold my schedule but before I could even catch a glimpse at it a sudden gush of wind passed and I was holding onto thin, paperless air. With a deep breath I reopened my eyes, which had darkened and I looked up at my locker, slammed it, and turned to face my opponent. Turns out, I had two of them. Without blinking or taking my eyes off them I walked calmly towards them with an air of power I knew I didn't actually possess, but I was pretty well practiced. When I arrived in front of the two bullies I looked them up and down, giving them a look as if to say 'that's it? Pathetic' and shifted my weight onto my right hip. "Well?" I asked in a bored tone.
"Sup short stuff." The fat one tried to snark but it just didn't work.
"Looking for this?" a striped hand waved my folded up schedule in front of me, expecting me to grab at it. When I gave him a look as if to say 'duh you idiot,' instead of trying to take it from him, he scowled and stretched his arm far out of my reach. "Too bad." He sneered. "Sucks to be you."
I gave him a wicked grin and before he could blink delivered a lightning fast punch to his opposed stomach. Bending over, he quickly retracted his arm to clutch at it. As he was bent over I took my right arm, going past his right shoulder, hooking his neck and bringing it closer to the ground, using my right leg to kick out his legs and completely throwing off any remaining balance and sending him crashing to the floor on his side. I pushed him onto his back with my foot and leaned in closer.
"And that was without my powers." I said quietly, putting the extra emphasis on 'without' and snatching back my schedule. I stood up straight without breaking eye contact and finally turned away from his stunned expression and took in the familiar expressions around me. Speed was just staring, jaw dropped in disbelief. I maintained my uncaring appearance but inside I was extremely pleased with myself. I picked up my bag from the floor, shouldering it and walking confidently down the hall towards my homeroom, which was also my first class as I discovered after finally reading my schedule.