Whole New League [on hold]

Sunrise in the woods

Chapter 6!!!!

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I hate that reporter. Every time I try to help, they twist it to make it dark and sick! I mean, was it my fault that crime rates go through the roof? No! It's not like people are saying that "there is no crime that (I) can't stop." Oh, wait. They are. But, I am not physically supporting them. URG!! It may not have been the way I expected, but someone thinks I am a bigger bully than the people I beat. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to live my life and hopefully help someone along the way.

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I walked to school. I was thinking about this when I was suddenly knocked to the ground with a warn mass on top of me.

"Nyasia, get off!" I joked.

"What? I can't glomp my hero?" She asked.

"I never said you couldn't. Just don't randomly knock me to the ground!" We both laughed and got up. "You remind me of a person in one of my dreams. Now that I think about it, you remind me of a few different people from my dreams."

"Aww, you dream about me. So, how did it happen?"

"How did what happen?"

"Was it the dreams? If it is, I will have to go to Claire about it for you. Damn. I hate it when she gets all 'know-it-all' on me."

"Wait. What?"

"See you in class!" She said with a smile. I was just about to call after her, when the bell rang for school to start. Damn, I hate being late. I skid into class just as the teacher was starting class.

"Running a little late, Mr. hero?" The teacher said with a bit of sarcasm. "What was it this time? A cat stuck in a tree?"

"Very funny, Mr. Johnson." I took my seat.i

My life was relatively normal. I actually spent a week of without any crazy dreams, no bullies, no attacks in the streets. The hero worship eventually died down. People were relatively nice to me, but they didn't go out of their way to be nice anymore. To be honest, I didn't miss it in the slightest. Let's just say, there is a difference between nice, out-of-the-way nice, and OCD Fan girl nice.

I even made it home on Friday without any bullying. But, instead of going to bed and dreaming, I packed. My family (of two) was going on a camping trip.

I almost passed out on the way there. I had to stay awake for the set up. I had never been camping before. I found that building a tent was harder for my dad than I thought. The first try, it was on too hilly a location to even try. The tent collapsed even with everything my dad did. We moved to a new and flatter location. And it worked, it stood up, but it didn't look like the diagram... at all. It was more like a chevron than a rectangle (which is what it was supposed to be). We took it apart and tried again. This time, it stayed up for a whole twenty seconds before it fell down. We went to work... AGAIN! This time it stood up, until my dad tripped on a root, toppled into it, and sent it to little tent heaven. By this time, I wanted to just get this over with. So, I made my dad go make dinner. I started to work on the tent. In less time than any other try, I had the tent up. Apparently, my dad was just useless when it came to tent building.

"No fair, the tent doesn't like me." We laughed like madmen. My dad continued to make dinner while I got firewood. When I got back, there were three "finished" batches. I tasted the first, it was burned to the point of ruin (how was that even possible with soup?). I tried the next, I couldn't even get the spoon into the pot (how was that even possible over an open flame?). I  tried the third, it was salty as a dessert. I looked over. "I'm going to get it right this time."