"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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"You should've seen her Charles. She was something to be seen. A new tenant randomly popping up in the elevator of all places."
Queens, New York, October 2016-
Getting a lift home from Skylar was easy after their sleepover. Actually, getting anything with Skylar was easy. After all, the girls were super close. And with the state that Alison was in, some people would do anything for her.
Which was what Ali hated about the chair. Either people treated you like a child, and did anything for you, or avoided you like a disease.
So, there Alison was, backpack in her lap, beginning rolling into the apartment complex once again. Skylar's ride, Michael, who she knew quite well, had dropped her off at the curb.
Alison had just rolled up through the ramp on the side of the apartment complex, and pressed the handicap button to open the door. Once inside, Ali waved hello to the afternoon doorman on duty, and then rolled into the elevator that had just arrived at the lobby floor.
Pressing the button to their apartment level, 11, Alison patiently tapped her finger on her lap, anxious to grab Charles. Of course, it was comic book store day, and Ali was pretty sure Charles was ready to go. Then again, Alison was too.
The elevator gave a pleasant ding, and the doors began to close. However, a hand flashed between the closing elevator doors, willing them to open again.
Craning her neck to see who had jammed the door, Alison saw it was a woman in her mid-twenties, holding a purse by her side.
The Hispanic lady looked flustered, and worried. "Oh!" She exclaimed, looking at Alison. "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch the elevator." The woman walked into the elevator. "May I?" She gestured to the panel of buttons.
"Of course." Alison gave a meek smile, trying not to shift around in her seat. "Go right ahead." Ali had been hoping for a private ride to herself, but that clearly wasn't happening
The lady looked impressed with Alison's manners, and pressed the 13 button. The woman looked unfazed as she pressed the button. Maybe she didn't realize that 13 was a fairly unlucky number.
The elevator began to slowly rise, the levels slowly beeping up through the levels. It was as if the ride couldn't be any longer.
Alison just looked up at the ceiling, not wanting to engage in conversation with the woman. One hand was resting on her backpack, while the other was tapping her chair's arm rest.
That, of course, would also fail, as the elevator hit the level 4, the woman tried to strike up conversation. "How long have you lived here?" The woman asked.
There was an awkward pause between the question and Alison realizing that the woman was talking to her. "Three years." She tersely responded, feeling awkward.
