The prowling dark of night follows Jean to her parents home, where she goes through the front door that she closed after coming in and went straight to the hallway with pink walls decorated by green painted vines.
“Ma!” Jean called out,regaining her breath. “I have a question.’
“Yes dear?” Her mother asked, coming out the kitchen.
“Ma,are we Superheroes?” Jean asks, her curiosity needed to be settled.
Her mother raises an eyebrow, slightly suspicious of her daughter asking a question that most people would say no, including herself.
“No, did something happen?” Mrs Alice Clock asks, watching her daughter go up stairs and comes to the staircase with a worried look plastered on his face
“Nothing that has your name.” Jean said, her voice bounced downstairs to her mother and she went into her own room.She can hear voices from far distances, some of them belong to teenaggers who are telling their one year old or three old child a bedtime story about a princess/knight.
Jean slumps agianst her door, her gaze directed to the window.
How can I run so fast? I can hear voices from somewhere else...Am I going crazy? Jean thought, her eyes shifted to her phone poking from her blue jeans decorated with fake diamonds.Maybe I should call someone...with experience.
She takes her slender dark purple phone out of the pant pocket.
I could do a prank call first....or I can make a entire recorded adventure to show Blake that I am fast. The woman thought,mischevously planning. This is incredibly rare for a average person to get fast speed, I will take advantage of it
Jean goes to the window,then pulls the lower part up to a point where she could jump out then return just the same way, but only doing a jump to get up there instead.
She turns her Phone on and pressed the recording button.
“This presentation is being brought to you by Jean Clock!” The woman said, grinning carefree at the camera and jumps out the window to the ground.
She ran like a blurr.
20 Minutes later..
Gah, I have never ever been in such a hurry in my life. Jean thought,panting as she sat on her parents brown wooden roof. Shoe makers should make the soles really sturdy instead of able to be torn off in a running dash.
Jean pressed downwards on her phone,looking through her contacts until she could see the familiar number.
“Fluffy nickname, Blakerufflefuffy.” She said outloud, with a laugh. “You surprise me too much.”
He often changed his screen name on chat , but this nickname sounded pernemate and there was a new feature recently launched to make all cell-internet names no longer have any ability to change or edit it.
Jean pressed his cell-name, then puts the phone to her ear and waits.
“Yello,this is Blake.”
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Nature Morphers: An Unlikely Hero
Action[Book 1 in Nature Morphers] “I wanna give The Steel who-ever he is a piece of my fist!" Her father gasps. “But Jean!” He said, pratically helpless. “He's a supervillain!” Her mother added, while their daughter paused at her seemingly old white d...
