A/N: Damn. OK, so this story is getting seriously insane and I'm looking for…..PROMPTS. If you have an idea for a story you want me to write leave it in a review and it shall be written. But for now, here is a random thought I got taking a shower because I'm weird like that. Katie POV. And I'm sorry its gonna be long. :P

Every kid in the classroom groaned at our assignment.

I was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

Ms. Collins had just given us an assignment to write a paper on a hero.

The catch is that it had to be someone real, meaning no comic books or cartoons allowed.

That is what elicited groans of contempt from my class.

And to add to the torture, it's an oral presentation.

The bell rang, dismissing us and we left, everybody grumbling about how hard the assignment was going to be.

I headed up to the apartment, still smiling because I already knew who I was going to write about.

I was going to write my paper on Kendall.

Because to me he is the true definition of hero.

I enter, finding myself alone as I remember Gustavo has the boys all day and mom is in San Diego.

I pull out my laptop and set off on the report, due in three days.

It doesn't take long for me to be over halfway done with the report and I smile to myself.

I take a break and eat some dinner before returning to my writing.

It's almost ten-thirty when I hear my brothers return, groaning about their muscles.

They look at me on the couch, typing away and ask what I'm doing.

I tell them what I'm doing and I can see Kendall's tired eyes light up.

He smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead before the tired teens retreat to their rooms, still groaning.

I finish my report and print it out, smiling to myself as I put it aside, deciding to present tomorrow.

I walk into the Palmwoods School smiling as I ask Ms. Collins to present.

She gives me a questioning look but agrees.

I prepare myself as the class settles down.

Ms. Collins nods to me and I take a deep breath before starting my report.

"My true hero is my big brother Kendall. Throughout my entire life, he has always been there, saving me from the torture we were forced to endure. Back home in Minnesota, we lived with my father. But he was abusive. He drank incessantly and then he would beat Kendall and I. But I was never hurt because Kendall would get between me and the evil monster that was supposedly my father. Kendall swore from the first time my father hit me that he would never let him touch me again and he kept that promise. For ten long years he took the abuse, always protecting me from my dad. I can't count the amount of times I called the ambulance to take him to the hospital because he was cut or something was broken, or how many times he would just scoop me up and run away from our house, carrying me the entire way until he collapsed from exhaustion. Sometimes we got lucky and one of his friends would take us in for the night. Other times I remember us spending cold Minnesota nights in the park, huddled together to stay warm. He always made sure I was ok before taking care of himself."

I paused, pushing away the tears that had started to form.

"He never left my side during that time. Even when he was bleeding, he always stuck by me, keeping me warm and safe. He was the person that kept me alive during the hardest time in my life. Without him, I probably wouldn't be here talking to you. Without my brother, I would have been beaten to death as a toddler, never given a chance at life. But because of Kendall I survived. Kendall was my Minnesota hero in a hockey uniform. And he still is today. He stands up for me, protects me and makes sure that I'm safe before he takes care of himself. That's why my real time hero is my big brother, Kendall Donald Knight. Because not all heroes have capes and super powers."

I could feel the tears in my eyes and I let them fall, keeping my breaths even.

I could hear sniffling around me and I saw that every single person was crying.

I looked over at the door and saw my brother standing in the doorway, smiling at me.

I smiled back, tears still streaming down my face.

Without asking permission, I walked over to my brother and wrapped my arms around him, crying into his shirt.

I pulled away and began walking to my seat but Ms. Collins shook her head.

"You're free for today, Katie. Go spend time with you're brother."

I smiled and ran back to Kendall, launching myself into his arms as he carried me out.

I looked back into the classroom and saw everybody smiling at me as Kendall took me away in his arms.

Because he is my hero, no cape required.

A/N: So, what do you think about that? And I'm open for any and all prompts. Love you. Peace and Nutella to you all 3