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One Day Off

This is a collaboration with Chasiewasie8 and a Fanfiction of No Capes by joecool123

I woke up the next morning, more jumpy than I'd ever been.

Strike was gonna see me today? What?

I shook it off, and got ready for school. By the time I was, my dad was pouring his second cup of coffee.

"Ah, you're finally decent?"

"Decent enough." I muttered.

"Grouch." He pouted. I took his cup away and took a sip.

"Let's go."

~

That coffee barely gave me the energy I needed.

Which, really sucked. 'Cause I had a track meet today.

"Ugh. It's Casey."

I peeked through my bangs and found.... The person I hate the most.

My brother.

He was two grades above me and already live by himself. He hated me dive the day I was born. Curt, his name was. Which fitted his personality like a glove.

"Hello, Curt. Looking, well, CURT today."

"Why thank you. I was going for that vibe."

I rolled my eyes, and he said,
"You're gonna get them eyeballs stuck in that little head of yours."

"Mmmhhhh." I made a non committal noise and settled myself looking at him, eyebrow raised in question and one hand on my hip.

Casey Banks : Queen of Sass.

"What d'ya want?" I asked, bored.

"Did you see the news?" Curt asked, curtly.

"No." I said back.

"Oh." He replied, in a curt way.

Okay, enough of the jokes.

"Why?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows even more

To be honest, I was surprised they were still on my face.

"Lighting Strike was on it. He's attacked the city and drained the water pipes, meaning we have no water left." Curt said smoothly.

The fact we were all going to die didn't seem to bother him.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"At the moment," he said, "No."

"Oh."

We stood there in awkward silence, and then we both just...left.

Strike hit the city? But why?

Well, I guessed I'd have to ask him.

When and if he saw me later.

~

"Banks. You're late."

I handed Ms.Flake my late pass.

"I, um- my locker wouldn't open."

"Same excuse as yesterday, kid. When are you going to show up on time?"

When I get out of here.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

My teacher looked like she wanted to say something, when someone in the back yelled "Holy cr*p!"

"Language, Me.Pierce!" She yelled. I slipped into my seat.