A/N: I just remembered what today is- so Happy Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates it! Hope you have a good meal with some delicious turkey. And if you don't eat turkey, then hope you have some good mashed potatoes, or pie, or cranberry sauce-
Or Pizza, to each their own after all.
I actually never celebrated it until a few years ago because of my friends (who were American) was talking about it. Although my family just uses it as an excuse to have a tiny feast in the night. Not even sure if there's anything else to celebrating it (apart from the fact that people talk about what they're thankful for) so we probably don't do it properly, but oh well XD
Now, please enjoy the idiocy of the Callahan/Archer sons and the annoyance of Dani-
Friday. 12:50. Georgewell High.
•Dani•
Ain't it fun, ain't it fun, baby now you're one of us..
"Hey!"
Ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun? Ain't it fun? Living in the real world..
"Wes!" Realizing the person shouting in the hall was running up to me, I sighed, pulled the left earphone out of my right ear- considering the right one was broken -and pressed pause on the iPod shuffle clipped to my pocket.
Yes, an iPod Shuffle. My phone can't play music on it.
I could have easily upgraded it, but I didn't really see a point.
It plays music and fits in my pocket, that's all that matters.
Lowering my head from where it was resting against the lockers behind me, I saw a guy running towards me.
He's the guy from the other day.. Cole, I think his name was.
As I lowered my head, my hood pulled back slightly and he halted.
"Wes-uh. Oh, hey Madsen. Sorry, I thought you were someone else..." He trailed off, awkwardly.
I rolled my eyes and walked past him. Noticing he had tagged along, I sighed again.
"Why are you following me, Cole?"
"My name is Kove." He corrected me.
"Didn't answer my question." I stared and he groaned.
"I'm just going to my last class of the day. Is that against the law?" Kove sighed exasperatedly. I ignored him and turned the corner, Kove still behind me.
"And what class would that be?" I sped up my pace, praying he wasn't going to say what I was thinking.
"Art, Mr. Fawkes." Stopping, I sighed.
"So you have Arson too, huh?" I grumbled, looking up at the door we had reached.
"Arson?"
"Fawkes. Like Guy Fawkes. Hence the nickname Arson." I rolled my eyes and pushed open the door, Kove still following me like a lost puppy.
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Death's Trials (An Original Superhero Story)
PertualanganIn the halls of Georgwell High, she was simply Danika Madsen. But in the corners of Ember Valley she was none other than the most mysterious Anti-hero ever known. No one had seen her costume. No one knew what name she went by. And until one reporte...
