We Are Batman!

Chapter Two

++++Chapter 2++++

I wake up that morning to the heat of the sun warming my face and the annoying beeping of the alarm. I sit up, rub the sleepiness from my eyes and roll out of bed. I approach my vanity, looking in the mirror my tired face & frizzy hair. I sit down and brush through my hair until every tangle is out, then i take out all my makeup from its proper drawer and set it out. I apply my foundation and eyeliner with ease topping it off with some fancy looking eye shadow. Once i was satisfied. With how i look i get up and put on my favorite back to school outfit, an ironic t-shirt, my new batman hoodie, a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of vans. My mother however would prefer if i were girlier, my reply to that HELL NO! I grab my backpack, iPod, and my cell phone then head out the door, kissing my mother on the cheek before i leave. As i walk down the street to Christine's house, i daydream about November, when I'll finally be old enough to drive to school, so i wouldn't have to hitch a ride from my neighbors.

Once I reach the car i see that Christine is already in there smoking a ciggeratte with her mother, you see Christine and her mother have this deal, if she can get up and ready in time for school her mother will bum her a ciggertte. As fucked up as it is, it works she hasn't been late to school since this deal was struck. I get in, and they immediatly pull out of the driveway and rush off to school, not saying a word to me. Once we pull in front of the school i grab my backpack and head for the school doors, Chirsitne races in front of me as to grab a seat with our friends first. I follow behind her as she walks to the cafateria. As usual on the first day of school, everyone was showing off tans, bragging about vacations, discussing summer fligs but what was my group doing talking about the latest concert they went too. I sit down and zone out until Asian comes by (no thats not racist that his self desicnated nickname), i immediattly jump up, money in hand & ask him if i can buy a monster off him. He nods reaching into his oversized and probbably heavy backpack & pulls out a monster, handing it to me and taking my money.

I sit back down and sip my monster waiting patiently until the bell rings. I can't help but think about the day ahead unlike most kids i enjoy school. I have journalism first period today, and then advanced drawing, then Drama 2 and finally Honors English 10. I look at the clock as it slowly ticks by, when suddenly someone catches my eye, it is none other than batman boy, sporting a different batman t-shirt but the same earphones. My eyes follow him across the room as he exits toward the classrooms. I didn't realize that the bell had just rung until he's out of sight and i notice everyone else rushing off to class so i join them.

As i approach my Journalism class a notice an old friend from last year hanging outside the room, "Hey Hunter" I say as i walk in the room. I must admit last year i had a crush on him; he even was the person who recommended me to take this class so i could be on yearbook with him. I sit in the middle of the class, which mind you is always a perfect spot, you're less likely to get picked on by teachers or get caught texting. The second bell rings telling everyone that class has officially started, everyone files in and sits in the remaining seats, following behind was a handsome guy who looks maybe 25, who happens to be our teacher Mr. Sweet, very suitable name huh?

He walks up to the front of the class introducing him then begins to call roll, as he does so i scan the room to see who i am stuck with for the next year. Most people in this class are the creative rebel types, the ones who speak their mind, but there were a few hippies scattered throughout the class.

Mr. Sweet begins to hand out this year's syllabus along with his contact information, if we have any questions. I sit there contently listening to Mr. Sweet tell us what we are going to do in this class for the next year, when suddenly a note is thrown on my desk. I slowly unfold it to read:

Hey Sky! So glad you decided to take this class w/ me.

We need to talk dub step, and yearbook. I would've txtd but don't have ur #

-Hunter

I smile & turning over the note & wrote my number on the back, then threw it back at him, hitting him square in the head. This year is starting out on a good note so far!