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Dinah woke with a start the following morning. Ohhhh what on earth? She glanced around and rubbed her temples. Where am I?
"Good morning Miss Dinah."
"Alfred! What happened to me?"
"If I understand correctly, Miss, you took quite a fall last night. Master Clark had to carry you back."
"I- I don't understand..."
"You went on sweeps and got yourself knocked out. Babs mentioned something about you never going on sweeps again. Ever." Helena's grating tone didn't help Dinah's headache. At all.
Dinah's only response was a moan. Clark had to carry me home? He must think I'm totally helpless or something. That would NOT, under any circumstances, be good.
"Alfred?"
"Yes Miss?"
"Could you maybe just call me Dinah? Please?"
"Not going to happen, Miss Dinah. I am a butler after all."
Just then, Clark walked into the room. He glanced at Dinah, his eyes showing his concern. "You all right Dinah," he asked softly. As Dinah's face turned red, she nodded. Helena snorted, "Barbara also said you're still going to school tomorrow."
Dinah's face registered her panic. "Alfred, could you get me my Algebra book? It's on the kitchen table."
"Yes, Miss Dinah."
When Dinah got her Algebra book, she breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Barbara was not present to give the famous responsibility lecture.
"You know, kiddo, you should really do your homework on Fridays. It saves a lot of time, especially if you throw a tantrum on a Saturday night and insist on going on sweeps. Then if some evil freak decides to out number you and kick your butt, you wouldn't get all panicky. Plus, that killer headache doesn't help you concentrate on Algebra homework."
"Huntress, do you ever shut up? You are not helping. Besides, this one is easy..." she trailed off as she looked at the enormously difficult problem. I have no clue what this means. Ok, let's think about this. B= MC2 18x 2 – D3...Wait, what does the 3 mean again? Come to think of it, what does the whole problem mean?
Alfred looked at Dinah and shook his head slowly. "Miss Dinah," he said, winking, "you are in no condition to go to school tomorrow." He left her alone with Helena, Clark and her Algebra book. She groaned and dropped her head onto her hands. After a while, she fell asleep again.
"Today is Monday, right?" asked Dinah, clutching her head.
"Yeah," Helena responded flatly from across the breakfast table.
Thank goodness Alfred told Barbara I was too sick to go to school... Dinah's thoughts trailed off.
"Where's Clark?" Dinah demanded.
"Asleep. You got a problem with that?" asked Helena.
"I'm gonna go try to do my Algebra again," said Dinah, knowing that Huntress could tell she wasn't sick. She hadn't even tried to fake it.
It feels like freaking déjà vu! Dinah thought, practically burning holes in the paper with the death glare she aimed at it. OK, let's look at it one step at a time. 16 y's = 32 x's, which is twice as much. Ok. 8w's= how many x's? Um... 4! YES!! She sighed with relief and wrote the answer. Suddenly, Clark walked in.
"That's right." His voice made her jump. "By the way, what's today?" He stared at the top of her paper.
"Dinah? I think you got the date wrong."
"No," Dinah said, a laugh in her voice, "of course I didn't. That's like, the only thing I'm going to get right on this stupid assignment." There was a long pause.
"The last day I remember before I came here was August 29, 1988!" Clark exclaimed, looking incredibly confused.
"Nope. It's May 24, 2004," Dinah said, wrinkling her brow. Then she gasped.
"What, besides the date, is the last thing you remember?"
"Swirling colors. I recall feeling incredibly dizzy...."
Dinah heard only the beginning of that statement. Her head spun. Oh. My..
"Oracle! Get in here! Right now!" She screamed.
Well, here it is people. Chapter 4! Special thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep it up for me!!
Dinah woke with a start the following morning. Ohhhh what on earth? She glanced around and rubbed her temples. Where am I?
"Good morning Miss Dinah."
"Alfred! What happened to me?"
"If I understand correctly, Miss, you took quite a fall last night. Master Clark had to carry you back."
"I- I don't understand..."
"You went on sweeps and got yourself knocked out. Babs mentioned something about you never going on sweeps again. Ever." Helena's grating tone didn't help Dinah's headache. At all.
Dinah's only response was a moan. Clark had to carry me home? He must think I'm totally helpless or something. That would NOT, under any circumstances, be good.
"Alfred?"
"Yes Miss?"
"Could you maybe just call me Dinah? Please?"
"Not going to happen, Miss Dinah. I am a butler after all."
Just then, Clark walked into the room. He glanced at Dinah, his eyes showing his concern. "You all right Dinah," he asked softly. As Dinah's face turned red, she nodded. Helena snorted, "Barbara also said you're still going to school tomorrow."
Dinah's face registered her panic. "Alfred, could you get me my Algebra book? It's on the kitchen table."
"Yes, Miss Dinah."
When Dinah got her Algebra book, she breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Barbara was not present to give the famous responsibility lecture.
"You know, kiddo, you should really do your homework on Fridays. It saves a lot of time, especially if you throw a tantrum on a Saturday night and insist on going on sweeps. Then if some evil freak decides to out number you and kick your butt, you wouldn't get all panicky. Plus, that killer headache doesn't help you concentrate on Algebra homework."
"Huntress, do you ever shut up? You are not helping. Besides, this one is easy..." she trailed off as she looked at the enormously difficult problem. I have no clue what this means. Ok, let's think about this. B= MC2 18x 2 – D3...Wait, what does the 3 mean again? Come to think of it, what does the whole problem mean?
Alfred looked at Dinah and shook his head slowly. "Miss Dinah," he said, winking, "you are in no condition to go to school tomorrow." He left her alone with Helena, Clark and her Algebra book. She groaned and dropped her head onto her hands. After a while, she fell asleep again.
"Today is Monday, right?" asked Dinah, clutching her head.
"Yeah," Helena responded flatly from across the breakfast table.
Thank goodness Alfred told Barbara I was too sick to go to school... Dinah's thoughts trailed off.
"Where's Clark?" Dinah demanded.
"Asleep. You got a problem with that?" asked Helena.
"I'm gonna go try to do my Algebra again," said Dinah, knowing that Huntress could tell she wasn't sick. She hadn't even tried to fake it.
It feels like freaking déjà vu! Dinah thought, practically burning holes in the paper with the death glare she aimed at it. OK, let's look at it one step at a time. 16 y's = 32 x's, which is twice as much. Ok. 8w's= how many x's? Um... 4! YES!! She sighed with relief and wrote the answer. Suddenly, Clark walked in.
"That's right." His voice made her jump. "By the way, what's today?" He stared at the top of her paper.
"Dinah? I think you got the date wrong."
"No," Dinah said, a laugh in her voice, "of course I didn't. That's like, the only thing I'm going to get right on this stupid assignment." There was a long pause.
"The last day I remember before I came here was August 29, 1988!" Clark exclaimed, looking incredibly confused.
"Nope. It's May 24, 2004," Dinah said, wrinkling her brow. Then she gasped.
"What, besides the date, is the last thing you remember?"
"Swirling colors. I recall feeling incredibly dizzy...."
Dinah heard only the beginning of that statement. Her head spun. Oh. My..
"Oracle! Get in here! Right now!" She screamed.
Well, here it is people. Chapter 4! Special thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep it up for me!!