This one is pretty simple to read.
Bold is main character speaking to the audience.
Italics is main character thinking.
Regular is just that, regular writing. Enjoy.
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I punched and kicked away at the hanging bag in the training room. I'd been in here a good hour or so as usual. A hero's got to stay in crime-fighting shape right? Oh what? You're wondering about the whole Music-Man thing? Well you missed all that stuff messing around in Canada with the napping girl. Yeah, time zone business, simultaneous occurrences...Blah
Anyways, I finished up my session and decided to take a break. I grabbed a towel from the shelf and wiped the sweat from my face as I headed out to go and get a bottle of water. Passing by Hubaybah in the sleeping room, I saw her lying in bed staring at her phone. "Wattpad?" I asked, seeing the orange screen.
"Can't help it," she replied, not even bothering to look up at me. "Of Cinders and Snow AND His True Worth have been updated; I must catch up!"
"Hubaybah you've been on wattpad all day, while you're supposed to be studying. You've got a serious problem; I think you're addicted."
"Meh, leave me be."
"Whatever. I'm gonna have a shower InShaAllah." I sipped my water and headed over to grab some fresh clothes, then went on towards the shower room. I sat my things down and got into the shower, letting the hot water run down my face and my thoughts consume me. I can't escape the self questioning; how did Music-Man escape? Who broke him out? Why? Who is this so-called sheikh or imam that visited him anyhow?
I was emmersed in my thoughts until I heard Hubaybah banging on the door telling me prayer was in 6 minutes. Had I really been in the shower that long? I shut the water off and stepped out to dry off and get dressed. I put on some simple sweats and a thobe and left the room steamy and hot. I didn't have time to be wrapping a turban or anything, so I just put on a kufi and went upstairs to go catch the salah.
We finished prayer and I did all my athkar and such, said salaams to a few brothers, and was on my own again. I went back downstairs to see if Hubaybah wanted to go for a patrol around the city just to check things out but once again she was lost in her wattpad stories. I got in costume and set out to go patrol by myself.
There wasn't much else to do really. Besides the whole hero thing and our homeschooling, Hubaybah and I didn't have much of anything near a social life. It had always been this way. Just us two. I didn't mind too much, Hubaybah was cool and all, and being a hero was more than I could ask for. Things just seemed to be a little routine. Nothing big, nothing new ever happened. Everyday just busting up some petty crimes or studying our butts off lest Brother Harari chide us for slacking. Things were...
About to get ugly because I see some punk teens harassing a young sister!
The two teen boys were snickering and jeering as they push the girl back and forth and tugged on her hijab. One of them snatched it right off her head and pushed her onto the ground. That was enough to make my blood boil. I swooped down on my carpet and busted them up, knocking one of the teens across the way into a wall before hopping off to punch the other one back. "Are you okay," I ask the sister. I keep my gaze lowered as I reach for her hijab and go to hand it to her. But I was startled to hear her snickering to herself.
I looked up to see not a young girl but a grown woman who quickly smacked me across the way. I crashed into the wall, having only my turban to pad my head, and I slid down. I opened my eyes in bewilderment, seeing the now much taller woman standing with the two teens right beside her. She was dressed in a mysterious black and green suit with a gem in the center. Her black hair hung down over her eyes, leaving only an eerie smile on her black painted lips. The teens beside her were in no such get up, just typical teenage boy clothes. The only thing different about them were a pair of odd glowing headphones over their ears with a single antenna reaching from the center.
