Superhero - A Cody Simpson Story

Chapter One: That Nostalgic Feeling.

I woke up.

It was a dream. But it was real. Real, because it wasn't just a dream. It was a flashback.

I got up and looked at my phone. It was August 19th. The dream wasn't a coincidence at all. A year ago, I started harming myself with the thought it'll actually help me. It doesn't. But it helps me calm down. I was disgusting. I didn't care.

I shook it all off and headed to the shower. Another day at school. I get to see annoying people and mean teachers, WHAT FUN!

After stepping out the bathroom, I went over to my closet. Took out an outfit and fixed myself. Before leaving the room, I took about 5 wristbands out of my drawer. I didn't want to choose anything. I just needed wristbands to cover up my scars. I rushed downstairs to the dining room. My Dad was on the table, chowing down food. My Mom was talking to my brother. I could tell she was giving him a lecture about his classes.

"Now don't after school, go directly outside okay? Don't go wandering off who knows where." My mom snaps at him.

My Mom is very protective over my 10 yr old brother. VERY.

"How about you Blaire?" she suddenly turned towards me.

I shot my head up from eating. "What?"

"It's Friday, and I know you. Are you going somewhere after school?"

"Um, probably over to Nat's." I said.

Natalie Parker. My bestfriend. I always go over to her house, she knows my situation.

"Well don't be late because you have chores to do." She said sternly.

I nodded and went back to eating.

10 minutes later, the bus arrived and I said a quick goodbye to my family and ran out. Once I got on the bus, I found my way next to Natalie who was sitting near the back with her eyes glued to a book.

"Hey." I said as I sat down beside her.

"Hey." She mumbled from her reading session.

I knew she didn't want to be interrupted, so I took my earphones out and let the music do the work.

After a while, the girls in the bus were freaking out. Natalie poked me.

"Mm, what?" I said. Turning off my music.

"They're so annoying."

"Who is?"

She pointed at a group of girls who were squealing and jumping as if they won the lottery.

"Why what happened?" I asked.

"Nothing big. The radio was on and announced about some guy's concert here tomorrow night." She explained. "A Cody Simpson? It's familiar but whatever. I don't care."

Hm. Yes, the name Cody Simpson. How could I not know that name? I just shook it off. I put my earphones back on so I won't hear the screams of the girls.

In class, I couldn't concentrate. Well, who does? If you look around, the faces were blank and you could tell nobody was actually listening to our teacher rant about trigonometry.

I secretly took out my phone and texted Natalie who was in another class.

To: Nat

Ms. Evans is killing me.

From: Nat

Ha, sweetie don't worry. The sound of Mr.Jenkins singing folk songs for history is way worst.