We Are Batman!

_chapeter One_

Highschool wasnt sapossed to be like this, it was sapossed to be fun & bring more friends. Bigger school, more people; more people, more friends, right? Wrong, thats what i thought when i first arrian ved at McKenliy High, and I could'nt have been more wrong. That was almost a year ago. So here I am walking through the Back-To-School section at Walmart getting school supplies.

"Do you need a sceicetific caculator?" My mom says franticly pushing her way through the crowds. "Mhmmnhmmph" I mutter as i slowly roam away from her toward the boys section. As I approach a rack of hoodies, i notice a Batman one, I rush over & see its just my size. As i reach for it so doead somone else." Hey, I was here first." I protest, looking up to see the culpret, who by the way was a handsome boy about my age. He was tall with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes, he wore big earphones around his neck and of course he was wearing a Batman T-shirt. "Girls shouldn't even be in the guys section" replies this handsome stranger. I scoff pulling the hoodie off the rack. "Oh really? Then why are you here?" I retort as I saunter off with my prize in hand.

"Skylar, Damn it Skylar. Where are you?" My mom yells emerging from the bra section. "Sorry Mom just got distracted and then i saw this AWESOME hoodie!" She looks at the hoodie in my hands and rolls her eyes. "When are you going to get over this Batman obsession?" She asks as she pushes the cart through the elies. "Never, Im going to get married in a Batman costume & my bridesmaids will all be dressed as catwomen!" I say as I follow behind her. "Interesting." She says in a monotone voice. "Are we almost done?" I say. " Can i just go sit in the car and read?" I say, holding the cart so she would stop and pay attention. " Maybe if you'd help me we'd be done by now. But fine here are the keys" She says as she tosses me the key to our ghetto minivan. I grab them and rush out of the store.

Once I reach our car I struggle opening the backdoor, after 5 minutes of pulling and pushing I give up & sit on the ground. I reach into my hand-me-down purse & pull out a book by my favorite author Sara Dessen. As I read I Imagine what it would be like to be that character, all of Sara's Stories have average looking girls as her characters not insanley pretty. So I can relate, seeing as I'm the only 5ft 2in having raven black hair & emerald green eyes. Im pretty in my own way as my mom would say. But I seem to disagree, girl who go to my school sport fake tans, bottle blond hair, stick thin bodies and wear the latest fasions.

I however am pale, keep my hair natural and perfer vintage or grafic tee's from Walmart. So it can be said I dont quite fit in. It's not so fun being one of the few poor kids at a school full of rich kids. They all have the coolest stuff when I get the outdated. But I dont mind it, I much perfer being down to earth rather than a spolied rich bitch.

While Im lost in my thoughts, I dont notice as my mom walks up pushing the cart, she must not have noticed me ethier, because she hit me dead on with the cart. "Mother Fucker" I yelp as it struck me. She jumps a little then scolds me. "Watch your language!" I stand up and hand her the car key, putting my book in my purse as i walk to the passenger side. Who of all people is in the car next to ours, handsome batman boy, he notices me and smiles. I turn away blushing, Maybe this year wont be so bad after all.