Okay, um, getting thoughts in order first of all, why some people can't follow the story line is because I haven't quite made it up yet. So I'm taking in all reviews-no more annoying sarcasm, or at least less! And I'll try to steer more off the path of the annoying (oops, did I say that?) Goth, not-giving-a-shit ocs. Enjoy!

Blowin' Smoke

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"My entire, fun, glowing, Utopic day"

"C'mon, Robbie, Up and at 'em! You're gonna be late for school!" I heard dad rap on my door and attempted to throw a pillow at it. Yeah, cause my aims that good. It landed on the floor, so now I had my dad trying to get me up, and no pillow. I groaned, letting out a little cough, and twisted myself out of my bed sheets. The room was average-smoky, not overly and not underly. Except I don't believe underly is a word. I located my shoe as I thought of such facts of life, and got dressed. I looked in the mirror.

Mirrors, I had decided long ago, just didn't like me. My hair, short and up on my head (kinda like that guy's cuts at Abercrombie), was no short of a disaster. My shirt, green, and pants, brown, were just about as boring as they could get, but I'd feel weird in anything less, like I was trying too hard.

-

I sat out on our road for the better part of a very cold half an hour. I watched a cat cross the street, decide it preferred it on the other side, and cross back. My life was soooo exciting I wanted to scream.

Finally the bus arrived. I climbed in, and saw lotsa people, just like any day. I decided that I'd need to find someone to sit next to on a regular basis. I looked around the seats, quick, trying to find the most loser-ish person, sitting with no one. Besides the bus-driver, I located a girl, dressed in all brown, with frizzy brown hair that should have been brushed. I sat down next to her, in the middle of the bus. She gazed out the window, and apparently had no intention of introducing herself. I could be the first; I was brave enough, right?

"Hi?" I managed, not waiting long enough to speak that it got awkward. If you wait too long after sitting down, it works like that. "I'm Robbie."

Her eyes shifted over to me. They were brown, like just about everything else on her. "Jenna." She didn't smile, but she may have been one of these kids who just, well, didn't.

"Are you a hero or a sidekick?" I searched for conversation, and feared if this one didn't take, I was out.

"Hero." She said, deadpan.

Whoa! Maybe heroes weren't all that! Wow, that was really mean. "What do you do?" Was that p.c. (politically correct)? I guessed so.

"I make dirt."

I looked at her, my patience wearing thin. "Huh?" Could she at least try to make conversation?

"Yeah." She said, reaching out to touch the seat in front of ours. "I make dirt." And she broke a piece of the seat off, crumbling the now brown substance in her boney hands.

"Cool." I managed.

"Whatever." She shrugged. The rest of the ride was silent for me.

-

Upon reaching school, we all got out. I attempted to get in as inconspicuous as possible. Maybe my luck today had changed, cause I managed it. I went to first period, something about science, and pretended to listen, while not getting in trouble. I hoped the bald-short man from yesterday would forgive me for talking- I didn't want to be on anyone's bad side, although I feared it far too late.

The next period was a gym class. I found no joy in walking into the large room, and even less in seeing all the people it already occupied. I hated gym, always had. Who the heck invented it, cause they shoulda been shot.

Everyone talked and hung out together in packs. I saw Jenna over in a corner, and found my way to her. At least I knew someone, and I didn't know if K.C. counted anymore, I hadn't seen him today.

"So, who's your-" But I didn't get to finish, cut off by the loud man, coach, crap, I forgot. Oh yeah- Boomer! Kinda easy to remember, now that I thought about it.

"Alright, I want all SIDEKICKS to find their heroes. We're gonna play some team sports, where the hero and sidekick gotta work TOGETHER. Yeah, HEROES, I said it. NOW GO!"

A peppy, blonde girl with boing-boing curls hopped over to Jenna. She wore a pink velvet jumpsuit and had bright blue eyes, standing about 5'2". I smiled. They'd get along great. Whoever was in charge of assigning the teams sure did a lousy job.

I slunk off to find my "teammate". He was on the bleachers; in the exact same spot as yesterday. I stood in front of him, awkwardly. I hated awkward moments, almost more then I hated being embarrassed, although many times to two got hand and gnarled hand.

He glanced up at me, dismissively. If he was a psychic, he would have been saying, GO AWAY. But he wasn't. He was a pyro. Which is sooo much better, let me tell you.

Now, I could be nice, as you have seen, and am a nice person, as long as I don't get defensive. Well, he was making me damn defensive, not even looking at me.

"Rude much?" I shot under my breath.

"What?" She glared up at me."

"Nothing." I mumbled. I watched him play with a flame on his finger. I had never been a pyro, and was soon bored. Everyone else was still finding their heroes. I shifted my weight from one foot to another. I slumped to the ground in front of him, sitting cross-legged. He looked down at me in annoyance.

"Can't you just hold still?"

"It's taking to long." I whined. I was not patient, at least not now. I wanted to get this over with. He rolled his eyes.

"Very mature." I shot, just as Boomer started again. Warren tried to whisper something at me fiercely, but I turned away, standing, and listened.

"Good!" He, well, boomed. "Now we're gonna play some games. DODGEBALL!" And he threw a ball at some poor kid, who took it in the stomach. "If either hero OR sidekick gets knocked out, you're both out, got it?" Everyone found their way to one side of the gym or another. "GO!"

Dodge ball, for any human lucky enough not to know, is a sport for the strong, the fast and the mean. These facts had never encouraged me to uptake said physical activity. Unfortunately, now I did. Warren turned to me.

"Just don't get hit." He said.

Right, thanks for the encouragement but I probably coulda figured that one out on my own. He glared at me. Oops, musta said that one out loud. Suddenly, a ball wisct (you know, the sound a ball makes? And yes, it IS a word.) over my head.

"Get down!" Warren told me, pushing me down.

"Geez, competitive much!" I yelled back over the sounds of kids screaming and balls flying.

"Just shut up and get down!" He yelled again.

"Oh, go to-"

"Get down!" He yelled, and tried to cover me from an unseen obstacle. He failed. WHAM!

-

The hospital, I decided was getting old. Fast. I woke up in it again. My head hurt, and I looked around. I felt dizzy, and touched a bandage on my head.

"You couldn't leave it alone, you had to be bitchy." I was startled and turned to see Warren, getting up to leave. "And then they made me stay with you."

"I was HIT in the HEAD!" I looked at him in shock. "A little compassion?" He snorted. I saw someone enter the room from the door in back of him.

"Jenna?" I was surprised.

"Yeah." She monotoned worse then a math teacher. "I'm in your class, and they asked me to check if you were alright."

"What class?" She was a hero.

"God, this is so pointless." Warren threw up his arms and left.

"Intro to mechanics." She ignored his complaint. "All new kids take it. Anyway, are you okay enough to come back?"

"Yeah." I gave a bitter smile. "It's not like didn't examined the ceiling enough last time I was here."

I was surprised with what came out of her mouth next, as I stood to follow her out. "Oh, but it's such a fascination color of white." The unexpected sarcasm pretty much summed up my entire, fun, glowing, Utopic day.

YAY! I know, kind boring, but it's working up to better! Promise! Now review?