It was a sunny and windy day, the perfect last day of school. I awoke to
the sound of cars honking and driving by. Normal sounds for Opal City. I got up and started my daily routine: brushed my teeth, took a shower, put my long blonde hair into a braid and got dressed. I wore a plain red tank, a pair of comfy blue jeans, and black boots. I walked into my parent's room and said, "Time to get up, the world won't wait for you." I've said that every morning to my parents since I was little. I shut the door and went to the kitchen. I made three bowls of cereal for me and my parents. My dad came walking in, still in his pajamas, and sat down at the table. I handed him his cereal and hopped up on the counter and started to eat mine.
"How late do you have to work tonight," I asked with my mouth full.
"Pretty late- and would you please act like a lady?" he asked, taking another bite.
"Only if you drive me to school," I said finishing off my cereal.
My mother walked in and said, "You know your father has to work. You can take the bus." She was wearing black slacks and a very white blouse. Her brown hair was in large curls and she was wearing black heels. She always looked her best even when she was at home all day.
"I can take her," my dad said getting up to put his bowl in the sink.
"Are you sure George?" mother asked grabbing her breakfast and eating it.
"Yeah," he said then looked at me, "just let me get dressed. Won't take long."
My mom finished off her bowl and gave each of us a kiss, and then she said to me, "I will pick you up after you're out of school and take you to your shooting lesson." She grabbed her purse and left. My dad walked down the hall into his room. I cleaned off my bowl and stuck it into the dishwasher. I walked over to my backpack and pulled out my yearbook and a pen. I went to the table and sat down. When my father finally came out, he was dressed in his police uniform and his brown hair was combed.
"Is that all you're going to bring to school," he said grabbing his keys from the counter.
"Yeah, it's the last day of school, it's all I'm allowed to bring," I answered standing up.
"Okay," he said, walking over to the gun case next to the TV, "let's go." We walked out to the parking lot and got intohis police car. He started the car and we drove out into the street. On the way to school we talked about his work.
"So, tell me more about Nightmare. How's the investigation coming?" I asked.
"It's going. You know I can't tell you about ongoing investigations, but I can tell you that we figured out his real identity. His name is Philip Griffin" he said.
"Ha. Philip. That's a weird name," I said mockingly. I always thought Philip was a funny name.
"What about Crimson?" I continued, trying to stifle down my outburst about Nightmare's odd name.
"Can you tell me about him? Why is he doing this vigilante stuff?" I asked. I had been interested in the hero that goes around the city catching the police's most wanted and helping them out.
"He doesn't count as a vigilante if he's helping the police and he mentioned something about him feeling that the police were helpless on most things, which is partly true, and if he helped us catch more criminals faster and with less damage. So, we asked him to help us."
"Huh. Thought it would be more dramatic than that," I said a little disappointed, "Aren't hero origins supposed to be sad. Origins like Batman's or Spiderman's?"
"Yeah, well, I guess not all stories are like theirs," my dad answered back. When we arrived at my school, I saw that my friend Riley was walking to the front door. I unbuckled, open the door and yelled, "Hey, Riley." She spun around and waved to me. I turned back to my dad, gave him a hug, and said goodbye. I then shut the door and ran over to Riley.
