I AM SO FRICKIN' SICK OF ANNOYING GIRL "ANTI-HEROES" WITH NO PERSONALITES, WHO FLAUNT OVER WARREN PEACE JUST SO THE WRITER CAN ADD HIM IN SOME SORTA WEIRD FANTASY! AND YOU CAN'T ALWAYS MAKE PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE! AND HE'S NOT THAT HOT!
So, this is my story, enjoy:)
Blowin' Smoke
-1-
"Pretty Lame"
I felt myself choking on my own smoke, kind of pathetic, really. My dream was not vivid, dark and smoky, like the air around me when I woke up, in a very unnatural position, for me, at least. I lay the opposite way on my bed. Damn, what had I been dreaming? I coughed several times and tried to wave the black cloud that surrounded me away. Today… what was today? Oh yeah, first day of school. Killjoy. Like being stuck at home all summer wasn't bad enough, now I had to actually do something. Oh- and a new school, too! I think I let out a groan.
"Rise and shine, morning glory!" I heard dad's voice outside my room, and then heard a muffled cough. Dear dad, he tried so hard for me. Trying to understand what I was going through. He couldn't, but I appreciated the efforts. "C'mon down, sweetie, I got breakfast for you." And his footsteps disappeared down the hall.
I coughed several more times and pulled on some clothes. I ran a brush through my brown hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to smile. I ended up in a fit of coughing, and decided to take it as a bad omen.
There really isn't any "bus stop" in Nevada. Everyone that I meet around here (which isn't much), think it's so cool to live in Vegas. Well, I live in Vegas, sure, but I live in the outskirts, where nothing grows but tumbleweeds and broken dreams.
My stomach growled. Dad's pancakes were disagreeing with me, and I coughed up some smoke. Yuk. Then I saw it. My "ride", I suppose you could call it. It was like a scene out of the "Magic School Bus", and yes, I used to watch that show, don't lie, so did you. I landed and I climbed on. There were tons of sophomores already on the bus and sitting with friends. They all talked and laughed, too loud, I wanted to cover my ears, but realized that that would lower my "cool" status even below where it already was. I found a seat in the front, apparently super-heroes are a lot like regular kids, no one wants to sit with the bus-driver. He seemed a little dorky, but I didn't mind. I just refrained from speaking, which was pretty easy, considering everyone else was so damn loud my hands kept finding their way to my ears, and I kept having to squash their desirers.
When we got to school, it was like a madhouse. Kids walking in, running around, flirting and being, well, teenagers. I hated to act superior, but this was pathetic. Of course, that may have been because I really wanted to be one of them. I walked in alone.
"Alright!" A particularly loud man's voice boomed. Again, I wanted desperately to cover my ears. "Now, we need to have another check of your powers, just in case anyone needs to be switched up, or down." He smiled on that last one. At my old school, teacher at least pretended to be nice. "You there." He pointed to a kid who cringed. "Up here. Now." I watched in horror as a weight was dropped directly towards his head. He leapt out of the way so quick it made me think of Flash in my dad's old comics.
"Copycat." I breathed so know one could hear. I smiled at my own humor.
"What're you smilin' 'bout?" Some fat kid shot at me. I glared at him, but he just snickered to his buddy. He smelt the air. "Damn, you a mechanic?" Actually, this was shaping up to be exactly like my old school. Next was a kid named Will Stronghold. I knew about him. When my dad deiced to go on his kick about how I should know famous heroes, I learned about his parents. Then, about three months ago, he and some of his friends saved the school from something. A car was dropped toward him and he caught it, easy. Great, what was I supposed to do, blow smoke?
Well, they never even got to me. Lunch bell rang, and we all headed toward its call. I didn't really care what I was, I mean, being a hero would be amazing, but I think I was more in my league with the nerds. My social skills were not so great.
Lunch, I decided, was just about the worst part of the day. I didn't know where to sit, and there were no empty tables. Some guys were showing off in a play-fight on one end, as most of the kids watched, so I snuck around to the other. I sat down at a table with two other girls, trying to be inconspicuous. That was not going to happen. The two girls turned to me, one a blonde and the other a less attractive brunette. I tried not to cringe. They were dressed in black, punk looking. What hadn't I been more careful with my seat?
"Um, who are you?" The blonde said, in a less mean tone then I had been expecting, but not throw-out-the-red-carpet, either. I mumbled something unrecognizable into my sandwich, and they rolled their eyes and continued talking.
After lunch came to "fun time" Apparently, Coach Boomer, the loud man, had convinced the principle that it would be "fun" to allow Sophomores compete in their first day. They also had decided, as a learning process, of course, that one new sophomore should be paired with one old. An experienced one, but still. Well, take one wild guess at who was picked to compete, with the whole frickin' school watching? (Author's note: a little cliché, but how else could I do it?) Yeah, me. I got paired up with Will Stronghold, which I was not too upset about, he was the best, but still. We were up against some new girl who looked about ready to kill someone already, dressed in Goth and way too much mascara, and that kid who helped Will, Warren, or Lauren? Whatever, I was freaked. Will tried to help, but coming from a hero, I didn't want to hear it.
"C'mon, it's fine. All we gotta do is knock them outta bounds, k? What's your name?" He inquired, but I didn't get to answer as Boomer shouted, "To the circle!"
The circle was large, almost 30 by 30 feet, and my stomach did a back flip. Now the sandwich was disagreeing. No one liked me today.
The girl's eyes began to glow red as Boomer shouted, "GO!"
Warren/Lauren flew at Will, fire shooting up his arms, and the girl stood in front of me as the crowd cheered. Suddenly, her hands turned to iron.
"Ready, princess?" She snickered, leaping forward, metal hands in fists. So I did what I could do. I made smoke.
I released a breath, calm as I could, and smoke poured out, carbon monoxide. The girl was on me, but she had begun to cough. I struggled free as smoke began to engulf the area. I heard choked gasps from behind and saw Will leaping up in the air, to rise above the smog. The monoxide removed the oxygen from the air, as the pyro's flames died, as he began to choke. I let out a cough. Breathing it forever did not make it any easier now. I heard a voice from above.
"Hey! Get rid of the smoke, you'll all suffocate!" I wanted to tell him I could not, it was sorta a one-way deal, but I was already feeling tired, a warning sign I knew well. I struggled up to help myself, as the smoke got thicker. I almost stumbled over a body, the girl's. I tried to pull her, but she swatted me away. I couldn't see a thing. It was never this bad. I wondered, briefly, if the guy was okay, but decided that he was a hero. He, she, they both could save themselves, right? I mean, why else would they even be here? They'd get out. I choked as my lungs filled with poisonous gas again. I had to get out. Now.
The hospital's a nice place to wake up, safe warm and not hungry. That was, until I realized what I had done. I sat up in a jerk, and felt dizzy. I looked around. The girl lay in a bed beside mine, and Warren/Lauren stood, putting on his coat.
"Nice job." He shot, sarcastically. "You almost killed her and yourself."
"I-I d-didn't mean…" I looked up at him, terrified. Had I really? Oh God. They'd kick me out. I bit back my lip and tried not to cry. What would dad say? He'd be crushed.
"Oh, please don't let them kick me out…" I mumbled.
"Kick you out?" He smirked. "You'd half to do a lot worse than that. They got kids come in all the time, thinkin' they wanna be "anti-heroes". They practically burn the school down." I let out a little sigh. "But blowin' smoke?" He raised an eyebrow as he left the room, hitching his jacket over his shoulders. "That's pretty lame."