Wonder Child

Day In the Life of a Wonder Child

'NATASHA CRISTINA STYRKE! YOU HAVE TURNED OFF THE ALARM CLOCK TWICE! YOU'LL BE LATE!"

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. Sometimes I wish life would just sit the fuck down and stop moving. But it wasn't going to, so I might as well get up. Popping my joints, I slipped out of my hammock. That's right, I sleep in a hammock. Bed's are for conformists. Looking at the clock, I did in fact realise that school was imminent.

Sighing, I hopped into the shower, scrubbing my face in an attempt to wake up. Afterwards, I started on the horrible task that is my hair. I refuse to cut it, so it reaches my stomach, but it's thick, so I have to comb it like a fucking mermaid. Check. Swooshing open my closet, I grabbed my black leggings and a crisp white button-down. Over that I tugged on my special-edition Captain America sweater (one of fifteen, and the best birthday present EVER) and fought with my grey high-tops. Messenger bag, check. Wallet, check. Keys, check.

Done.

I grabbed my cheer bag and slid down the handrails on my feet (even though Dad hates that, oops) before launching into a mid-air front flip and... almost stick the landing. My heel catches the last stair and I land on my butt.

"Shit!"

Sweet Goddess, that fucking smarts.

"Watch your language."

Dad is leaning on the countertop, munching on a bagel (better not be the last one) and looking at me with the 'responsible-parent-is-disappoint' look.

"So close, honey. Tuck in tighter next time."

"Zach."

"What?"

Daddy gives Dad the most innocently confused expression he can, but Dad just raises an eyebrow. Daddy shrugs and goes back to his coffee, swiping through photos on his tablet rapid-fire. Most cheerleaders would be pissed that their parents dared correct their technique. But I'm not most cheerleaders.

I'm the daughter of Jaden and Zachary Styrke, Alphas and damn-near superheroes. My daddy can legit fly, so he knows a lot about how to defy gravity. I listen to him often, and it really helps. My dad can conjure up any weapon he wants, which is equally badass. They've settled down though. Dad's a neurologist, and daddy's an architect.

When we're at home, none of us wear our 'disguises'. Dad's light-blue eyes are their regular vibrant maroon. Daddy's cobalt eyes turn bright and lively, the colour pulsing and shifting like water. My eyes, the ones I was born with, are a shiny silver, almost like chrome, while outside they're covered with a thin layer of blue, making them a sort of stormy shade. My hair is blond with silver stripes, the stripes like my daddy's when he was younger.

After shoving the last of my bagel down my throat, I hug Dad and Daddy before running outside. Looking left and right, I close my eyes..and...bam.

I'm at school. Well, near it.

Better.

I still have two blocks to walk. My radius is getting better, but my accuracy still needs work..

'HONK HONK'

I cringe. That would be Serena. She and her friends always drive by, mocking me while sitting in that damn Bug of hers. Serena's been pissed ever since I took the last spot on the Varsity Squad, knocking her down to JV. No one wants to hear that a Sophomore beat beat out a Junior. Ever since, her posse has set out to make my life hell.

Humans.

I arrive at the school ten minutes before starting bell.

My group is already out there waiting. Alexandra 'Lexi' Derrison is my bestie ever. She's Aunt Cristina's daughter, so we've been together since diapers. Lexi is a five-foot-ten canister of complete kick-ass. She's the Captain of the JV girl's soccer team, and Co-Captain of the JV Softball team. Devin Sanch is a gentle-giant, and plays point-guard on the boy's Varsity basketball team. Bradley 'Brad' Simmons is the loud-mouth, and will probably end up in prison overnight this school year. Spring break 2015!