"How Come No One Ever Tried To Be A Superhero?"

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Ever since that day 2 years ago, me and Dave have been the best of friends. We went to the movies together, we read comic books together, we even ate dinner together. Well, dinner as in me eating and spending the night at his house since I was home alone. His dad was actually fine with it. He even considered me as family.

A month after the "incident", I went through puberty and my boobs came in. My hair became thicker than what it was originally. My hair actually gained green streaks in it. I lied and said that I dyed it because I honestly didn't know what happened.

After I went through puberty, Katie Deauxma (the girl who beat me up) kept "trying" to bully me but she kept on failing. She never bothered me since.

At the moment, Dave and I are at Atomic Comics with Marty and Todd. Marty and Todd were reading comics, I was reading a comic style book and Dave was drinking a shake, deep in thought. He had been thinking a lot lately.

After a while, he put the shake down and said, "How come no one ever wanted to be a superhero?"

Marty didn't have to look up to say, "I don't know because it's fucking impossible dipshit."

Dave looked at Marty. "What? Putting on a mask and helping people? How'd that impossible?"

Todd snickered, "Well that's not superhero. Super's like being stronger than everybody like flying and shit. That's just hero."

Marty added on, "No it's not hero. It's just fucking psycho."

I joined in, "Hello Bruce Wayne? He didn't have any powers."

Todd looked at me. "Yes but he had all the expensive shit that doesn't exist. I thought he meant like how come nobody dies it in real life."

Dave replied, "Yeah Todd. That's what I meant."

Marty condescended, "Dude if anybody did it in real life, they'd get their ass kicked. They'd be dead in like a day."

Todd agreed, "A day."

Dave exclaimed, "Seriously out of all the millions of people who love superheros, you'd think one would give it a try."

I continued, "Jesus guys. Doesn't it bug you? Like thousand of people wanna be Paris Hilton and nobody wants to be Spider-Man."

Marty questioned, "Yeah, what's with that? She has like no tits at all."

Todd answered, "Maybe it's the porn tape, he doesn't have a porn tape."

Marty laughed, "You guys never saw One Night in Spider-Man?"

After the conversation, I got up, said goodbye to the guys and proceeded to leave the comic store. I bumped into Chris D'Amico on my way out, but I made my exit and walked to my car in front of the store. I waited long enough to see Dave get shot down by Chris's bodyguard, which was pretty funny to watch.

I got into my car, stayed the engine and drove the full way to my house. I parked in my driveway and took out my keys to my front door. I exited my car and looked across the street to Dave's house. His dad must've been home because his bedroom light was on.

I opened my front door and walked up to my room. I finished my homework since there wasn't that much of it. I then took out The Lovely Bones off my bookshelf.

I got halfway through my book when my computer showed a Skype notification. I looked at it and saw it was Dave. I freaked out and ran around to find a clean, fancy change of clothes for the call.

Dave's POV

After Marty and I got mugged, I got home in enough time to see my dad trying to cook lasagna in the kitchen. I laughed and told him I already ate.

I went upstairs to my room and put my backpack on my bed. I saw down at my computer and started to study for my Midterm.

Halfway through studying, I looked through my window to see Raven reading one of her books. When she moved into her new house, her bedroom was right in front of a big window. So whatever she did in her room, I saw it happen from my room.
She looked peaceful. Like she didn't have a care in the world. I loved that about her.

Exiting out of my tab on the computer, I opened Skype and pressed video call under Raven.

While it was dialing, I looked over to see Raven's reaction. Her computer beeped, so she looked up and walked to her computer. When she saw it was me, she ran around her room changing her clothes. I laughed at her commitment to looking nice. It was fun to watch.

Raven's POV

After I changed into a black sweater with blue jeans, I brushed my hair down and put on some chapstick.

Hurrying, I ran to the computer and accepted the call. After a second, the screen went black and then showed Dave's smiling face.

"What's up jack-ass, " I greeted him.

" Nothing much ass-hole, " he greeted back.

I laughed. He always knew how to make me laugh.

I asked," So whatcha doing? Studying? "

Dave replied," Trying to at least. I can't stop thinking about that conversation at Atomic Comics. " He paused." Have you ever thought about becoming a superhero? "

I sighed," Yeah I thought about it. Until I realized I couldn't do it alone. Even with my whole telepathy shit and all, I'll get my ass kicked." By the way, Dave is the only one who knows about my telepathy. He discovered it when I levitated a few inches off the ground last year. He promised to not tell anyone if I showed him some tricks every once in a while.

I continued, "Speaking of which, check this out." I looked through the screen and concentrated really hard. After a bit of frustration, Dave's Dr. Pepper, which was on his desk, teleported from his room into my hand. Smirking, I cracked it open and took a sip.

Dave looked surprised and started clapping.

"Bravo! Brava! You finally got teleporting down. "

I chuckled," Yep. And my visions have gotten a tad bit better. I only have them when I sleep. "

Dave smiled," Well, I'm glad that they're not bothering you in class anymore. But still, we need superheros to deal with the criminals out there. "

I nodded," I agree. "

After that, we talked about random things on our minds. By the time we finished the call, it was about 20 minutes to midnight. So, I took a quick shower, put on my pjs and went to sleep.

I hope people like this. This is the first story I've ever written and I don't really get out much.

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