Be My Storm

Badass Superhero

Looking out the window I smiled in a better mood seeing that the snow stopped and began to slowly melt. Maybe that's why as it stopped my muse began and I just started to draw a warm summer day when the sun was still out which the stars and moon.

"Great job Christian" I hear Mr.Brown say with joy at his star pupil, looking over I see Elizabeth Edward sitting near him with Patrick and Parker fooling around trying to paint Elizabeth who was a princess.

(Idiots)

Christian took art a little serious which is why Mr.Brown never cared if he was late or his bad reputation with other teachers. To Mr.Brown and the hole school population of admires he could do no wrong. I unfortunately spent so little time looking at him I didn't get involved but sadly my eyes were damage by the perfection he held.

Getting annoyed and angry of my feelings for him I began to splatter paint of every color on what was once my beautiful masterpeace. The more I here Elizabeth giggles and trys to flirt with him I splattered more paint.

"Amazing Octavia, you show more and more potential each class" Mr.Brown says excited as he stood in front of my painting, I could feel all eyes on me. So I did what I always did, I ignored it and continued.

"Thank you Mr.Brown" I say politely.

...

"Yes" I mumbled with pride at my masterpeace.

"You know class is over right?" I hear a mile voice from behind me, looking over my shoulder at the doorway stood Patrick with his hands in his jean pockets.

"Obviously not" I laugh but began to clean up quickly realizing I had missed fifteen minutes of lunch.

"Yeah Mr. Brown should really chill on his if your in a creative mood then starve and be inhumane monuments" Patrick laughs at how passionate Mr.Brown is with art and his students who he sees potential.

"Don't take no offense Patrick but you wouldn't understand" I say as I look over at his poorly drawn and painted picture of Lana Del Rey.

"Hey she's beautiful" he says with a pout then reached both hands and pulled them over his heart in offence.

Laughfing at his reaction I just shook my head and put my smock away and my brushes in the sink.

"Yeah ok I don't doubt it but you basically grabbed a picture off Google and looked for one she looked hot in, there's not much originality" I say not caring if I sounded rude because when it came to art I was honest to the fullest.

"Wow you guys deserve each other" I hear Patrick muttered as I wash my hands.

"What?" I ask wanting to clarify what I heard.

"Nothing" he seemed nervous now. Raising an eyebrow I just nod my head pretending I didn't notice."So I wanted to invite you to my hollowen slash birthday bash tonight" He smirks amused.

"Why?" I asked suspicious "In the sixteen years I've known you, and I've known you since birth Patrick, you never wanted to be associated with me" I say with a bitter look, I use to enjoy his presence until he became an idiot.

"That's a lie it's Parker who's possessive over you so don't go saying I'm a jerk and I always invite you but you never come so I'm telling you personally as my special guest" He smiles at me, Patrick had that smile you couldn't resist to smile at because it was so contagious.

"Ok I'll be there" I smiled glad to know I was welcome. Nodding we both began to walk out.

"Seriously Lana isn't even close to imperfect" he smirks at me as I just give him a glare but laugh soon after.

"I'll just laugh and say ok" I say laughing but not out of sarcasm but because it was always fun around Patrick.

...

"Dad I'm home" I shout from the heavens as I drop my bag on the cozy little wife rug.

Sounds began to fill my ear as I walked closer to the kitchen not realizing that dad was cooking meaning one thing.

"SUGAR OH YES PLEASE" dad sang at the top of his lungs, laughing at him being a fool I admire him at the same time. We've lost mom seven months ago and things weren't easy at first. They never are.

"Dad!" I yell trying to gain his attention, achieving it he slipped his headphones off to face me."Your should totally be a singer" I say sarcastically.

"Yeah totally" he laughs sarcastically, "Your not friends with the popular girls are you?" He asked concern.

"No dad I'm still a dork" I say sarcasticly but laugh when I see his face. Mom was very popular as a kid, in the way where she was loved by everyone and dad well he was a dork but mom loved him anyway.

"Your my dork sweatheart" he kisses my forehead.

"I know dad, looks good" I comment over the pasta he made, smiling at me he walked over the cabnets grabbing two plates. Grabbing two forks and two cups I place them on the kitchen counter. Turning the tv on I change the channel and found that modern family was on. Our favorite show, smiling dad began to pour some water in the cups. Mom was a health freak and even though after dinner me and dad ordered pizza and Chinese food and ate it in the dark in the basmeant we decided to finally respect her wishes. Though no matter how much we tried to eat in the dining room we couldn't it wasn't the same.

"So honey anything interesting tonight?" Dad asked with a smile turning to look at me.

"I might go to Patrick party" I say not sure if I was or not.

"Hollowen party?" Dad ask laughing "Ugh that boy will never grow up I remember when you were kids he was a control freak with his party no one could be a superhero" he laughs making fun of Patrick.

"Don't be mean dad" I laugh amused.

"Don't try to act innocent you purposely went as a supper hero each year to annoy that poor kid" he laughs, smirking at dad I just nod remembering how I made Patrick cry each year yet he always invited me over.

"Ha crushing his spirit was always fun" I admit as I ate dads amazing pasta. Dad was into culinary but he chose to make book cover design since he could do it from home. After heading to the kitchen continuing to watch modern family I realized that it was getting late but then again everyone who's lame shows up at 8.

Me and dad watch The Big Bang Theory till he decided to go to bed. He had an important meeting tomorrow and after deciding forever I told him I'd be gone for the night and probably be back at 12.

Going to my room I see that there were little kids running around outside with pumpkins in hand and a look of determination to receive the most candy tonight. Surely by morning there would be none left and if there was by any odd chance it would be to brag off to the friends who ate theirs in one go.

I still had a lot of body paint from my sideline job as a body painter for kid parties, if I must say I'm pretty good the idea of doing this for a living was pretty thrilling but the idea of actually living through this idea was spot on dead. My hole life I been practical, mom was concerns saying I should of given Disney princess more of a chance instead of going for the evil villain. Its not my fault Ursala and maleficent were pretty badass to me as a kid. Still are.

Before mom died we went to the costume shops to pick up my costume every year mom tried to make me go as a princess but luckily me having a reasonable mom I took pictures in princess dresses and for Halloween I went as a superhero. Dad was so proud when I grab the spiderman costume. Smiling at the idea I shook my head smiling at the idea.

Tonight would be interesting.