SHAZAM: Another Version

The Beginning

Fawcett City
6:00 a.m.

Its six o'clock in the morning and the alarm is blaring throughout the quiet room. A large, rough hand smacks down onto the cellphone, trying to stop it without moving away from the pillow---that is used to block the sunlight peaking through the blinds. After a few moments of struggle, the hand finally able to stop it.

A groan vibrates off of the band-and-celebrity-posters-cluttered wall. Before a nude body sits up on the bed and gets up slowly then grudgingly walks out of the room door. Walking down the wall---a few doors down--enters a bathroom. Stepping inside then closed the door and opens the closet door inside of the bathroom and grabs a towel.

Hanging the towel on the rack, suddenly the knobs of the shower are turned on. Getting into the shower and closing the curtains then begins washing. As the hot water pours down on the body, a sigh is realised. Starting to wash---with the bar of Irish Spring soap---the soap filled water pours down the body and legs.

After a couple of minutes of washing and rinsing, the water is turned off and the towel is wrapped around the waist. Stepping out of the shower, the floors begin to soak. Not a care in the body as the medicine cabinet is opened. Grabbing the blue tooth brush and toothpaste, the sink water is turned on and the toothpaste is poured on the tooth brush. Running some water over it and soon starts brushing teeth, the medicine cabinet is closed, revealing a teenage boy, around sixteen or seventeen with short, dirty blonde hair, blueish-green eyes, heart shaped lips, strong jawline and a perfectly shaped nose. His skin is tanned and his body is almost toned.

As he continues to stare at himself in the mirror---while brushing his teeth---a knock on the door interrupts him. Not a second later, a female's voice is heard. "Billy." She calls his name. "Hurry up. You're not the only one who needs to use the bathroom."

The boy, know known as Billy, groans before spitting the paste out into the running sink. "I'm almost done. I'll be out in a minute."

"Yeah, and a minute will turn into an hour."

He sighs. "Mary, don't start this early in the morning."

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't take your time hogging up the bathroom every morning."

He huffs before rinsing his mouth out then puts his toothbrush and the toothpaste back into the medicine cabinet before opening the door, revealing his twin sister, Mary. Her brunette hair is up into a bun---at the top of her head---with her glasses at the bridge of her nose. They have the same face features except she doesn't have a strong, sculptured face like he does. In fact, her features are softer and welcoming. She stands there with a folded towel and folded clothes in hand as she stands there impatiently.

She glares at him as he gives her a blank stare. "Its all yours." He says before walking down to his room.

She mumbles underneath her breath and walking into the bathroom then closes the door. Seconds later, the door opens up quickly as she sticks her head out and yells, "you could've dried the floor, you inconsiderate moron." Before slamming the bathroom door closed.
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On the street
7:10 a.m.

"I know its junior year and all but are you ever going to try out for cheerleading?" Billy asks his sister.

Mary groans as they continues walking on the sidewalk on the way to school. "I don't know." She shrugs. "Some of them really don't like me."

"What does being liked have to do with anything?" He asked. "You're good and everyone knows it. If they don't let on join then they're just haters."

"It has everything to do with being liked." Mary counters. "Marie Peño managed to snag a position on the team in last year because she's best friends with the head of the team and her brother's on the football team." She tells him as he listens carefully to every word. "Georgia Sivana tried out last year---at the one tryouts that the head of the team couldn't make it because she had a track meet---and didn't make the cut. Just because she made a the snide comment about the cheerleading outfits at the game before that." She explains, exasperated. "You see now, its all about being liked and your status."