PART ONE: WHAT AM I?
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the 90s. The simpler days.
The vibrant colors. The funny shows. The only time where rappers weren't obsessed with money, drugs, and sex.
But this isn't the 90s anymore. Nothing is simple.
"Goooooodmorning." Mr. Charles said too happily for 7:30 in the morning.
"Good morning Mr. Charles." Our class said like a chorus. Mr. Charles walked to the announcements board and wrote, Test next Wenesday. A resounding groan echoed across the class.
This is why Mr. Charles is just the Algebra 2 teacher and not the Language Arts teacher. He couldn't even spell Wednesday right.
After about 15 minutes of Mr. Charles explaining the properties of Molar mass, I drifted off into space. I remembered how those weird looking robots wreaked havoc across Sokovia (I learned about what that was in 7th grade, don't judge), destroying everything in their path. Then, there they were. The giant angry green monster. Whose name I believe was Hulk. Then the Russian woman who didn't sound Russian at all, Black Widow. Then there was the guy who most likely didn't know Halloween was in 6 months, Captain America. Then there were a couple other superheroes, I just couldn't remember their names. But they all did this 5 years ago. They were surprisingly irrelevant now. It's amazing how quickly humans can get everything back into order in such a short amount of time.
My personal favorite was the other robot looking guy. I just called him the "red one." Since there were already 3 robot things. The only thing I know about him is that his name is Toby Stark...or something like that. A billionaire who is in charge of Stark Industries. I have no clue what they make there, put they're getting a lot of money from it.
I pictured him flying across the school in robot suit, saving me from this boring 10th grade lesson.
"—aitlyn? Hello? Kaitlyn?" I looked up and to see Mr. Charles staring directly at me. "You kinda' dozed off there Kaitlyn. Can you tell us the answer to number 10?"
"Huh?" I mumbled like an idiot. Snickers filled the classroom. "I...uh...I didn't get that. Sorry."
Mr. Charles just shook his head and called on another person.
"Mister Erin, can you tell us the answer to number 10?" And there he was. The fallen angel himself. I stared at Brendon Erin. The cutest boy in school.
He tossed his dirty blonde hair out of his beautiful, sea green eyes. I smiled stupidly as he read his incorrect answer to the class. Who cared anyway? This was Brendon Erin.
I felt a small poke in my shoulder. I turned around to see my best friend, Justice, an exchange student from Britain who came 6 months ago. "Keep it in your pants, Kaitlyn." I rolled my eyes and smirked.
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