Nobody's Hero | ✓

~Captain America~

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~Captain America~

My mind was still a fuzzed up blur from last night. Had that really happened? Or had it been a silly dream? By the lipstick smeared on my arm, the knots in my hair, the dress I still wore,and the vodka stench still plastered to me, I knew it definitely had.



I awoke curled up beside Nikki in her bed. She still slept soundly, though the entire room was bright with the morning light. This didn't daze me until I remembered my suspension ends today and I was expected to go to school. I started to shake Nikki drastically, trying to wake her.



"Irma..." She groaned, opening her eyes "What do you want?"



"School, we'll be late!" I jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Nikki's devil brothers were still asleep and I could hear her parents busily making breakfast downstairs. I washed my face and got most of the make-up residue off. Now I had to tackle my hair, it was an entirely differen't story.



I grabbed Nikki's brush and start to brush my hair ,or if you will, rip the brush through it and leave myself bald. Once I was asleep I wandered back into Nikki's room. She was finally out of bed and, surprsingly, dressed. Today she wore white shorts, purple tights and a long baggy frog sweatshirt. She was fixing a big peach bow in her hair as I walked in.



"I love the outfit." I smiled, giving her a thumbs up. I waddled over to her dresser.



"I can borrow some clothes right?"



"Duh." She laughed " Why would you even ask!?"



I laughed with her and opened her top drawer . It was filled to the brim with skirts. I pulled out a mint green shirt and pulled it on. I found a pair of black jeans and put those on too.



"Come on." Nikki gestured downstairs. I smiled and followed her down.



The sweet smell of breakfast filled the downstairs and I coulnd't help but run into the kitchen. Nikki's mother was flipping pancakes on the stove in the kitchen and her father was stirring a bowl of icing sugar.



"Oh, you're awake." Her mother said sweetly, what a wonderful mother. "I hope you both are hungry!"



"Mmm!" I exclaimed. Nikki agreed, taking her share of pancakes off the plate of cooked ones. I grabbed a few for myself, dabbling icing on all of them .



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By the time we arrived at school people were already rushing around like there was a fire. I tried to lay low and cling to Nikki as we walked by the office, I didn't need another suspension.



"I have to go talk to my Math teacher." Nikki told me once we reached our lockers. I nodded and let her go. We had the next class together anyway. It was English with mental Mr.Nick.



"Okay" I mumbled as I started to get my stuff out. "See you next class."



I heard the usual high pitched chatter of Anne and her Friends. To them everything was exciting and it caused them to squeal obnoxiously at everything.Usually I didn't care about what she said, but today Anne was talking about a topic of interest. As soon as 'Wilbur' escaped her perfectly shaped lips, I was listening.



"Wilbur and his parents had this massive fight about college and now he's staying with his grandma." Anne blabbed, maybe too loudly.



"Do you think he'll go back home?" Anne's snarky dark haired friend asked.



Anne shook her head quickly. "From the sound of it, he's going to need a superhero to save him."



Anne and her friends laughed loudly, migrating to the washroom. I stood, stone cold. The words flashed in my mind, my heart beating fast as I thought about it. Wilbur needed a hero. I could be that hero.

But how?



~~~

The bell ran violently and I pretended it was the soft lyrical chime I imagined WestVale Academy had. I followed behind a large group of people, feeling quite alone, until I got to Mr.Nike's homeroom.



It was decorated much like a kindergarten room. Complete with those cute 'writing is fun!' posters and little frog name-plates on every desk. I quickly found the one with my name and sat down, slamming my books under my chair.



Nikki stumbled in not long after and sat next to me. We all waited, perfectly seated, waiting for Mr.Nike. He was always late.



When he finally rushed into the classroom, flustered and sweaty. We all let out sighs and got ready for some craziness. He threw his bag under his desk, unbuttoned his sweater and slid a harry arm across his forehead.



"Okay class." He began " Who's ready for a new assignment?"



Most people sighed or groaned, but I sat up quickly. Mr.Nike's assignments were never regular and always were a lot of fun. Once last year he made us research the origin of rubber ducks and write a two page essay. It was awesome.



I looked over at Nikki who was rapping a piece of her dark hair around her pinky and examining it closely. She hated English and I rarely saw her paying attention. She had trouble in school a lot and I wished she wasn't so proud and would let me help her.



I watched closely as Mr. Nike turned on his over head projector. He then fished mindlessly through his files until he found his slide show. He clicked and stepped back.



A big picture of Superman made everyone sit up. Mr. Nike pressed a button and text appeared.



"What does the word 'Hero' mean to you?" He read, pressing the button again and reveling a slide of Batman. " What qualities does your hero have? And who are they?"



For the first time, my mind was blank. Did I have a hero? What would my hero have? I couldn't think of anything. Many people raised their hands and said things like "Obama." or "My mom". One guy even said his hero was the Joker from Batman. But I couldn't place mine. That was it. I didn't have one.



"You all have three weeks to prepare your essay. You will all be reading it in front of the class for marks." He shut off the overhead and began speaking about something else. But my mind was still on the essay. How was I going to do this?



~~~

I sat outside with Nikki during lunch. I sipped slowly on a blueberry smoothie and she ate a sandwich. Nikki's head was also bowed over her cellphone. The wind blew around us and I became unhappy about the season again. The clouds were dark and I assumed it would rain again.



"Oh my god." Nikki said quite randomly "You will never guess what my mom got me."



I sat up straighter to look like I was paying attention, but my mind was still off in space. "Yeah?"



"A camper! But that's not even the best part, she's letting me go on a road trip this weekend until Tuesday! She's going to call the school and everything." Nikki clapped reading the texts from her phone. Now I was listening.



"That is so cool."



"And..I want you to come with me." I gasped. I needed to go. It was the perfect thing to get my mind off all the stuff with my dad and I might even get a head start on my assignment!



"I doubt my dad would let me.." I sipped sadly. Nikki rolled her eyes, finishing her sandwich. Then she crossed her arms.



"It never hurts to ask." She huffed. She was right. But how would I persuade him?



The bell ran again and we both parted to class.



~~~

School was over and I stepped into my house quietly. I chucked my stuff over and slipped off my shoes. I tiptoed through the house and found my father in the living room looking over papers, like usual.



"Dad?" I piped up. It took him a minute but he finally brought his dark eyes up to mine.



"Could you make me a coffee?" He asked "I really need it."



I nodded and hurried into the kitchen. I dumped the stuff into the machine and waited for the water to boil. I poured it into a class, added some sugar and brought it out to him.



"Thanks sweetie." He said, but his voice was muffled by the cup as he brought it to his face. His voice was so quiet and rough, if i hadn't known him I would have been afraid.



"Can I ask you something?" I sat in the chair beside him, hoping I wasn't being bothersome.



"Yes?" The same rough voice. He sounded sick.



"Can I go on a road trip with Nikki? Just until Tuesday?"



"No."



"But dad I-" I tried to choke out, but he interrupted me.



"You are NOT going anywhere with that girl, she is no good."



I jumped up, making my voice stern. "She is way nicer than anyone I've ever known. So why don't you just shut up and let me go!"



The words felt so weird coming out of my mouth. They tasted sour and made me feel bad. But I had a point. Nikki never did anything bad!



My dad rose to his feet and his eyes turned cloudy.



"YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE YOU NO GOOD BRAT, NOW GO UPSTAIRS AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shouted shakily, slamming his fist on the glass coffee table. His fist fell through and I covered my eyes as glass flew everywhere. Blood gushed from his fist and he yelled in pain.



The stingy smell of alcohol floated from my father. Every time he opened his mouth I could smell it.



"Dad." My lip shook " How could you."



Tears started to stream down my face and I ran outside. I ran until everything was blurry and my feet were sore and blistered from the rocky ground. I stared down at my dirty sock feet and breathed heavily.



He hadn't drank in years.



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