The Supes

Chapter 1: God Damn Alram Clock

Jess's POV:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My eyes fluttered open as my god damn alarm clock went off. I pushed the sleep button and rolled under the covers.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I slammed my hand harder on the snooze button To once again silence it. Satisfied, I put my pillow over my head and fell back to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I grabbed it and threw it out my opened window.
"God damn alarm clock," I muttered.
"JESS!" my mom yelled as she stormed into my room,"This is your fourth time breaking your alarm clock this week. Get out of bed! I don't want you to be late to school."
"Mom chill out. The first day of school was four days ago." I yelled half asleep.
"It's your first week at a new school and I don't want you to get on your principal's bad side. You know how strict he is." she yelled back as she walked back into the hall.
There was pause,"Wake up!" she shrieked.
Immediately I lifted my head off of my pillow.
"You too, Sarah!" she bellowed
"Huh? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat."
Thud! Sarah slowly got up off the floor with a new bruise on her shoulder.
"Owwwww!"
"Smooth." I said to my twin sister who had just fallen off the top bunk.
"Oh, shut up!"
I observed the bags under her eyes and her bad case of bedhead, which lead me to the conclusion that she too was losing sleep over going to a new school, not to mention it was high school and we were freshmen.
"Don't you look gorgeous today." I commented.
"You don't look much better yourself." she mumbled while tossing the nearest book on our dresser at my head.
However, all the book hit was a foot high and wide purple force field shield thing that I formed from my hands. Yeah. I have superpowers. I'm that cool and my mother is not the one who tells me this...Well, that's a lie but anyway I can run really fast and create force fields so you best be shuttin' your stupid mouth. My sister Sarah is also enhanced and has the ability of electricity. She, sadly, is the cooler twin. Getting back on track. My parents have explained to us many times that everyone who has had an ability or abilities has received their power(s) at different times in their early lives, therefore defeating my strong argument that I'm better than her because I have more powers. If one hasn't gotten his or her abilitie(s) by the age of twenty then he or she won't ever have them. I know right no powers or alcohol that would suck. JK. I received my speed when I was four. I received my force fields just recently about the same time as Sarah so I have not had that much time to improve the size, durability and time extent of my force fields. However, since my mother has enhanced speed as well she has been able to teach me all of her tricks and help me, well, go faster. My father cannot really help my sister out with her power because his is strength and our only relative with that power is my great grandpa who is dead, so he's not that much help.
So, you're probably wondering how my family has superpowers. Well we don't actually know that and now I'm going to have to go on some spiritual bildungsroman journey where I will find myself and eventually find out about my heritage (Yes, that is an actual word. Look it up. And yes, I did purposely chose it just so you wouldn't know what it is). No. No. No. No. F-ing no. For those of you who got excited about that I'm sorry, but calm your tits. Close the cliche superhero book. And then reopen it to another section of cliches. We do know how we obtained our abilities. The story is that our ancestors were exposed to a meteor which blablabla gave them ALL THE COSMIC POWER OF THE UNIVERSE. But itty bitty living space. Sorry could not help myself. I wan rented you didn't I and I love Aladdin, so suck it up. So the meteor had some weird shit in it and being humans they had to go near the weird shit like geniuses and then SHAZAM! They had superpowers (No, not the superhero Shazam). Ever since then, most of our ancestor's descendants have received powers which is pretty cool cause our relatives and us are like a bunch of freakin Avengers.
So, you're probably wondering what it's like to be a crime fighting hero. Well, I couldn't really tell you. There are strict rules about keeping our abilities a secret from the world. Sure, sometimes we will step in and stop the bad guy but nothing so extravagant and out in the open as the characters in the comics. Yes, it does sucks. So. Freakin. Much. Thank you for reminding me about the stress of trying to hide and suppress my gifts. But that's enough complaining for one paragraph. So that's my life story you creepy, prying stalker. But that was just the beginning (looks off into distance). No. No I promised myself I wouldn't do something like that, but oh well. Continuing with the story...
"Both of you get dressed and come down for some breakfast. School starts in forty minutes. Please hurry." my mom begged.
I grinned. "Sure we'll hurry."
Sarah caught my comment and rolled her eyes. In a flash, I bolted out of bed and caused all of the drawers in my dresser to fall out, spilling my clothes all over the floor. I sped over to the heap of clothes and spun into a tornado, picking up all of them with me. As I slowed down, I was in jean shorts and a Red Sox shirt. I threw some similar clothes at Sarah and dashed downstairs. Within seconds (literally), I had swallowed the remains of my breakfast.
Forty minutes left. What to do. What to do. Oh I know! Spongebob! The best way to manage your time wisely.
I plopped onto the couch and turned Spongebob on. Ten minutes later, Sarah was sitting at the island eating her Cheerios in our tiny one story apartment. It had a miniscule kitchen which was connected to our cramped living room consisting of only a worn out couch and our twelve inch TV. Next to the living room, was our mini bathroom with a shower that's water turns burning hot if you flush the toilet at same time as it. Down the hall is where all the bedrooms are. And that's about all the space we have in this mansion.
After, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, allowing Sarah just enough time to get caught up on How I Met Your Mother. However, thanks to Sarah, I couldn't use my hairdryer that I was never actually planning on using (Well gosh darn it *said sarcastically*) because she short circuited the power because she just found out that How I Met Your Mother was ending.
My parents paid no attention to this however, we were used to this sort of thing. It was hard to keep your emotions from controlling your powers.
"Don't worry about it Sarah. Your father is handy with this sort of thing. He said he'll fix it today before you even get home." my mother said sweetly kissing Sarah on her forehead and then me, "Now have a good day at school." she said rushing out the house with her coffee mug and waving for a taxi cab to come and pick her up.
Sarah and I followed her out the door trudging the entire way to our doom that was high school.

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HEY. So thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Will anything happen at high school? Probably not, but stayed tuned for exciting things that may or may not happen.
SUPES OUT.