Heroes Appear (Under Construction please read author note)

Chapter 1: Caroline Rider

Sun cascaded through the blinds, highlighting the gentle pastel colored room. Caroline groaned under her covers as her alarm went off. She pulled her blanket down just enough for her eye and nose to show and shut the alarm off. Pulling the blankets back over her head. She rolled over on her side and sighed deeply. Planning to go back to sleep, personal plans to not leave her bed.

Caroline lived by herself, having been abandoned by her father after the passing of her mother. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment with one full bathroom and an open floor plan for the living room and kitchen. Her father covered the rent and food, with the request she never return home. Caroline a spitting image of her mother, her father unable to visibly see her without the urge to become verbally/physically violent due to his personal grieving process. That was two years ago, now he keeps her away due to both having become comfortable living separately. No longer having a sense of familial bond.

Caroline opened her eyes staring at the quilt handed down to her after her mother's passing. She felt numb, realizing she was tempted to spend another weekend in bed. She closed her forest green eyes and allowed herself to imagine her mother there with her. She felt herself slipping into her negative tendencies and sighed irritably. She threw the quilt off her face and sat up allowing her feet to plant gently on the wooden floor. The cascaded sun gently warming parts of her olive skin. She stood from the bed, her tank top settling across her stomach. She headed out of her room going to her fridge, deciding on bagels for breakfast. While the bagels were toasting, she took her anti-depressant and went back into her room, undressing and throwing on a t-shirt with gym shorts. She pulled the blinders up in the window and living room. Plating her bagel and curling on her couch as she turned on the news. She grimaced when her father face appeared. She watched intently as she drank her coffee and ate the bagel with some blueberry cream cheese. The news covering her father's upcoming business ventures that often aided the U.S. military weaponry. Pleasantly dressed in a fanciful navy-blue suit, with a black tie, and brown dress shoes that properly highlighted his personal features. Her father having short black hair, a nicely rounded beard that has grown significantly since the last she had been with him. The suit highlighting his darker olive skin nicely, creating a look of a man who seemed professional and of higher status. Per usual he boasted of how Caroline was proud of his work and understanding of he never being home. She rolled her eyes but have grown used to her dad lying to social media to keep a positive face. Her father having gone as far as keeping her from having a social media presence to not harm the façade he has created.

She watched as the news moved forward with across the sea events regarding the on-going wars. Her eyes darkening, fiddling with dog tags resting on her neck. Mother, Melody and Father, Charles having delivered the news when she was 15yrs old of the passing of her older sister Amy, age, 22yrs old. She twitched her nose a bit feeling overwhelmed between reflecting the loss of her mother, sister, followed by her fathers abandonment. She turned the news off and put her dishes in the sink. She pulled on some socks and running shoes, pulling her long wild chestnut hair into a high ponytail. Heading out for her morning Jog.