"Might I ask what you're doing up at 4 am Miss Todd?" Alfred asked standing in my doorway as I packed.
"Simple. It's an hour train ride to Metropolis and then I still need to walk to school. Waking up at 4 am gives me plenty of time to get to school." Alfred nodded before heading down towards the kitchen. Yes! I get a nice lunch!
I finished packing and headed towards the kitchen, giving Alfred a hug as I collected my lunch from him.
"Hopefully we can organise for you to attend Gotham Academy. Just like Damian." I wasn't to happy at the thought of that. Not because of Damian but because I didn't want to change schools.
"No thanks Alfred. I think I'll be fin in Metropolis." He walked me out to the car, giving me a lift to the train station.
I walked through the already busy streets of Metropolis, trying my best to avoid the possible collision with everybody glued to their phones. I saw this as one of my skills; the ability to avoid mindless phone zombies perfectly.
Sadly my reaction time is cut short when I focus on avoiding the walking dead, and I had no time to react before the girl running crashed into me.
"Oh I'm so sorry." She apologised. I looked up to see who could have possibly knocked me over to find a girl about my age, if not exactly. In fact she was exactly me. There were only few differences. her hair was black and her eyes more green.
"Um, um." I found myself saying unsure of how to ask. "Kylie?"
Her eyes were as wide as mine when she looked back at me. "But, how? How do you know that name?"
"So you are Kylie?!"
"Leave me alone I don't know what you're talking about!" She scooped something up before running into the crowed. I tried to follow her but it was as if she vanished.
"Well that was... Wow." A million thoughts were running through my head, what if that's the first and last time I'll ever see her? A few people knocked into me, groaning at how annoying it was that I was standing still. It must be so difficult to avoid me.
I kept going at the same pace as before. I was determined to make it to school.
Why you might ask?
Well It pisses Bruce off when he doesn't get his way and I know just how much he'd love it if I went to Gotham Academy. I overheard Roy and him talking about it last night, saying that I should move to Gotham Academy so it'd be easier for me to get to school. They were planning on sending me with Damian in the morning as a surprise.
Alfred knew, and he dropped me off at the train station and made me lunch. I freakin' love Alfred.
I made it to school early as usual so I could grab a hot chocolate from the café across the road. Always a large with extra marshmallows. It always lasted through my first class and none of the teachers bother telling me off for it anymore. The idea of having my favourite hot chocolate made for me was the only reason I went to school everyday.
"Hey I met ya on Monday, right?" I turned around to find the new girl with the southern accent; Piper. "Why've ya been away."
"I was visiting my relatives in Gotham." I answered walking into school with her.
"I have relatives in Gotham too." She was so happy to see me that it made me smile just as brightly back. "Who are yours? Maybe ah'll know 'em."
"You probably do. You've heard of Bruce Wayne?" She nodded and her jaw dropped slightly in shock. "My mother and father were two of his wards. I lived in the Wayne Manor until I was ten."
"Woah! That must have been awesome." I shrugged my shoulders. The Batcave is awesome. The Manor itself is kind of boring.
"Don't tell anyone okay. No one here knows I'm the adoptive granddaughter of Billionaire Bruce Wayne." She nodded excitedly like she was about to burst.
"So why do ya live in Metropolis?" Because my mum told me to.
"I wanted a change of scenery." she raised an eyebrow at me.
"At ten years old ya wanted a change of scenery, are ya serious?" I nodded. "Ah'm not buyin' it. There's another reason."
"What do you want? My dad died, my mum left me with some guy I'd just met and the only friend I had ever made, despite how much of a shit he was, died too. Is that a good enough reason?" She avoided eye contact after my little outburst.
I felt so bad.
Don't apologise. She should. She was the one who wouldn't stop pushing.
She only pushed a little.
If you let her push you for answers so easily from the start she'll walk all over you.
"Ah'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I had no idea." I shrugged slightly before I continued walking.
"It's fine."
"How 'bout an; 'I may've overreacted to a simple question, ah'm sorry.' because that's what ah'm waitin' for." I turned to her with a bitchy smile.
"How 'bout a no." I said mimicking her accent for the first tim since I had met her.
"Are ya makin' fun o' the way I speak?" She asked angrily, already knowing the answer.
"What? Are we going to settle this at high noon like proper Cowboys or are you going to leave me be?" Her eyes burned as she scowled at me.
"What's your problem?" She asked when I tried to walk off.
"What's my problem? You expect an apology from me and you are asking what my problem is. What's your problem?" I didn't like it but there was a crowd around us ready to start chanting and egging us on. "I've got to get to class."
Well that exploded out of proportion. She overreacts a bit to much doesn't she?
And she accused me of overreacting. Like excuse me bitch but what do you call that?