Heroes Academy

Chapter 1:Cory : Same old same old

I feel...feel...feel-bored...

I just woke up and I feel like a loser.
I mean I'm 14 years old and I keep thinking about my Dad. I shook my head at myself, 'Damn I sound like a messed up teenage girl' I thought.
Anyway, my Dad died a couple years back and he was funny, great, all around cool guy. I got most of my looks from him. My light brown skin. Curly brown hair. I have dark brown eyes. Plus my dad is African American.

There was one thing I remember my dad always telling me, "Some point in life you'll choose who and what you fight for."

Whatever that meant...
He would say it all the time and then never exactly explain what he was talking about. I mean, how was I supposed to know? Was it him messing around or him really meaning it'? I shook my head again in slight frustration, 'Forget about it.' I told myself. I can't keep thinking about a question I'll never get the answer to. I need to move on with my life.

I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. I walked downstairs and grabbed my book bag out the kitchen. Then started to head for the door when I felt a hand grab me. I turned to see it was my sister.
She's taken care of me ever since my Dad died. She's only 19 years old. She was about 15 when it happened. (What is the sister's name?) She gave me a kind smile and pulled me in to hug.
"Cory, I know you have that trip today. So I put some lunch in your bag," she said, smiling at me.
"Thanks sis," I said, as my eyes trailed to her hand still on my shoulder, "ummmm, can you let go of me?"
"My fault for loving my little brother," (Put commas at the end of dialogue instead of periods. And lower case the 'he' or 'she') she said, giggling.
She finally let go as I said. "Whatever," I said with a chuckle.
I waved as I walked out starting on my way to to school alone again.
I'm not some super cool guy or anything. I'm great at soccer and some people liked me cause of that, but I'm not known.
And I don't know why but, I feel lost, just like there's nothing left to do. It feels like I'm waiting for something better than this and I had no idea when I was going to get it. I exhaled deeply and sped up my pace so I wouldn't be late for school.
After about a minute of walking I got to school. Walked up as three staircases passing some summer dance fliers then I walked into homeroom.
"This may result in your life. For 9th grade of course," Mrs.Campbell said, I walked in on one of her not so serious speeches about finals I guessed.
I chuckled slightly at her horrible joke, teachers that think they're so hilarious...  it kills me every time.
I took my seat, but before I did I noticed something weird. Her eyes hadn't left me since I walked in and she wasn't one of those teachers who gave you the evil eye when you were late. So was she directly speaking to me when she was preaching?
Honestly I was a top student so I was good. I don't have to worry but... know what?Whatever, it doesn't matter I'll get by no matter what crazy stuff she has planed for finals.
I looked away from her, not even thinking about finals anymore, something else was on my mind.
That feeling of being lost had come back even though I dismissed it before I came to school. What do I do with my life? Who am I? I put my head down on the desk, not even listing to the rest of the things Mrs. Campbell was saying.
What was missing?