The Supers(On Hold)

The Introduction

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEe...THUNK!*

"Stupid clock", I grumbled looking at the cheap broken clock on my bedroom floor, if you can even call this closet sized room a bedroom. My name is Yalena which is russian for light, which is ironic because I like hiding in the shadows. The spotlight is Mara's, my foster sister's, domain.

"Yalena get your worthless butt down here and move your piece of junk out of the driveway so I can get out!!!!"

"Speak of the devil and she will appear" I muttered glaring at my "bedroom" door that Mara is now pounding on.

"If you are not outside in ten minutes I will make your life miserable!!" I heard her prada pumps stomp down the stairs.

"Already did that princess", I mutter slowly getting up and stretching out.

I walk to my closet which held my small selection of clothing, I am not a shopping freak, and pull out dark wash skinny jeans and my favorite dark teal sweatshirt with a hood. I go in my bathroom which is attached to my bedroom and take a quick shower. Getting out and putting my clothes on I look at my reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me is a petite girl just above 5'0 with curly dark brown hair cut to frame her face, long lashes shield brown eyes so dark they look black sparkle above a small nose a plump lips. Dark Carmel skin not needing the help of concealer completes the look. I look away from the girl and quickly brush my teeth and look over myself one more time before I grab my backpack and square framed glasses and walk to the long stairway.

I live in a huge three story mansion in a rich neighborhood with my foster family of three, the Walkers. "Yalena!" Bellowed Mara the only child of the Walker family. I enter into the kitchen just as Mrs. Walker was pointing out to Mara about not using her inside voice. "Mara sweety that is so unladylike," the timide Platinum blonde beauty practically whispered. Mrs. Modesta Walker; the wife of one of the most influentual and wealthy men of this decade.

Noticing me enter the room she turns and looks back at me with her pale, blue eyes and fair skinned face. Standing to her full length you can see she's about 5'7. Her long legs make even me, who doesn't even care about my appearance, jealous and her slim model's body structure make it easy for her to comfortably wear chanel's latest clothing line in size 2.

"Whatever mom it isn't like I am talking to someone important," she says as she rolls her eyes that are identical to her mother's. Turning to me she looks practically like her mother's twin with the exception that of her strawberry blonde hair, 5'5 height and her face caked with make up, which she doesn't need, and her fine lined lips compared to her mother's pouty full lips.

'Goodmorning to you too you red-headed twit,' I wanted to say that out loud so bad but I didn't want to get any unwanted attention especially from Mara. Instead of saying what I said in my head out loud I simply walked pass her and grabbed my keys that were hanging by the front door.

"Oh by the way don't talk to me at school, it is the first day and I don't want my reputation destroyed", she said as she popped her purple bubble gum which clashed with her red-tinted hair along with her electric blue eye shadow .

Without thinking i blurted out, "You don't need my help with that."

"Excuse me, what did you say," She said with a scowl in my direction.

"I didn't stutter, and your excused," so much for my invisibility method.

She shirked back surprised that I would even bother standing up for myself. She quickly recovered and walked up to me stopping about two inches from my face. "Big mistake," she growled the stench from her grape flavor bubble gum punching me in my face. With that she stomped away and out the french double doors.

"Crap," I muttered mentally slapping myself. I had a feeling that I am going to have a target tattooed on my back for the rest of the day until she gets me back for making her sound stupid, the truth hurts.

*HOOOOOOOONK!*

Making her wait for me to move my car isn't going to get me anywhere so I rushed out passing her car without a glance for fear her clown face would burn a hole in my forehead from her glare.

My car is a 1995 Toyota Camry that I bought with my own money which I earned working at the local movie theatre. It is in great condition. Its black glistening paint flashed my reflection. I open the door and slid gently onto the smooth cream leather interiror and quickly back out before McDonald, the red-haired clown, gets any ideas in backing here cherry-red Ferrari that she got for her 17th birthday, her second one i might add the other one is white, into my front bumber.

I head toward school with no idea that my life was about to change.

N/A Hi! this is Ciara!

i hope you guys liked the prologue. I've always wanted to write a superhero story so i am giving it a shot uum welpp if you guys have any pointers or just wanted to tell me something pleaase feel free to comment :) VOTE PLEASE! Oh and i am not good at titles so if you guys have any ideas send them in please! thanks for reading!