"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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"Man, studying is a bitch."
Anderson-Marnell Apartment, November 2016-
Alison woke up on the sofa with a soft pounding in her head and a craving for coffee. She was exhausted and disoriented, and seeing the clock read 2AM most definitely did not help her confusion.
Groaning, the girl shifted from her position to place her feet on the floor, one of her hands still holding her throbbing head. The lights in the kitchen were still on, murmurs of a conversation going on around that area.
Looking to her left, Ali saw her brother crashed out on the lovechair, his mouth wide open. Chuckling softly, the girl rose from her seat, the pain slowly dulling to a small annoyance as she walked over to give Charles a small and tender kiss on his forehead.
"Oh my god. You're awake."
Turning around towards the kitchen, Alison saw Jackie nursing a mug of what probably was some sort of tea, Christa sitting beside her. Alison's guardian cousin looked exhausted, her hair in loose and messy knots, her glasses on the coffee table.
"Hi." Alison stated with a plain tone, unsure if she should take a seat at the table with her two cousins from opposite sides. "I see you've met the other side of the family's cousin." She joked dryly, staying standing in her place by Charles.
Jackie sighed, gesturing for the girl to come and take a seat. "I know that you have regenerative cells and all, because you really shouldn't be on your feet. Christa told me you collapsed from a headache of some sort when you got here. Sit."
Ali gave a long sigh, walking to the table where he cousins sat, pulling up a chair. "Can I get some coffee or any type of caffeine? My head is killing me." She complained, sitting down and sticking her feet up on the table.
Jackie shook her head, tapping the side of her mug as she did so. "You know that it'll only make it worse." Her tone shifted to one that was parent-like, sighing again as she spoke. "Alison, where have you been? It's been over a week and-"
"It's a long story." Alison cleared her throat, tapping her fingers on the table in a nervous and jittery way. A nervous look was plastered on her face, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Jackie, I need you to pack a bag for you and Charles."
"Bag?" Jackie questioned, her face scrunching up in confusion. "What do you mean that I should- wait, what do you mean grab a bag for Charles and I-" She rambled, frustrated by the fifteen year old's abruptness.
