"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"Being a fan boy over a superhero does not give you an ample excuse to go to the comic store."
Anderson-Marnell Apartment, Fitz Building, Queens, New York, April 2016-
The morning beams of a Thursday morning did not wake Alison. Nor did the alarm clock that she had set for the school time, or the incessant yelling of her younger brother to wake up. It was a day in which Alison knew that she would not be going to school.
Alison was somewhat exhausted from the day before, but it was another lingering factor of the day in which Alison despised. This was the anniversary of the day their dad had left her and Charles on Jackie's doorstep, his niece, without any warning.
Jackie, of course, knew that the day for the two of them would be tough, and she called the two Marnell kids in sick. However much time Jackie wanted to spend with the two kids, she knew that she could not, as she had work. The woman had left without a sound earlier in the morning, leaving the teenager and her middle school brother alone in the apartment.
Alison rolled over in her bed, still exhausted. Giving a small groan, she placed her head in her pillow and tried to shut out the sunlight streaming into her room. However, as much as she wanted to sleep, the loud pounding of the hardwood floor to her room could be heard loud and clear.
"Alison!" A voice hollered, jumping onto her bed. It was her brother Charles, and he seemed up, bright and early. For Alison, at least. "Come on! It's already 11:30 and you aren't even up yet! And you promised me that we would go to the comic store!" He scrambled over to Alison, trying to shake her awake.
Alison gave a small sigh, attempting to keep her face inside of the pillow. "Charles, just give me fifteen more minutes." She protested, her voice muffled from the pillow. "And then we can take our bikes to the Queens comic store."
Charles sat back on Alison's bed, shaking his head. "You're just going to say that in fifteen minutes when I try and get you up again. So get up now, or I'm going to get a glass of water and dump it all over your face." His face molded into one of seriousness and irritation, deciding to continue to shake her awake.
Alison rolled over, her face looking at Charles with annoyance. "I hate you, you know that?" She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "I was getting the perfect amount of sleep last night, it was a whole six hours." Alison groaned, starting to sit up in her bed.
Charles looked at Alison with an alarmed look. "You didn't go to bed until 5 o'clock this morning? You heard Jackie leave this morning and still wasn't asleep!" He exclaimed, his voice raising a few tones.
"Yeah," Alison made a motioning gesture for Charles to get off of her bed. "That's normally when I fall asleep. Or 3 AM. It really depends on if I have school or not." Charles began to get off of her bed, and Alison threw off her sheets lazily. "Now grab me a breakfast bar, and I'm going to get dressed."
