Hero

Good Ol' Charlie Moore

I loved skipping school. I've never skipped school before and I don't know why. It was surprisingly easy. I just told Mrs Ryan I was feeling sick and, since I can drive, she let me go.

I stopped at a store to buy something to drink. Since I was underage I use my superhuman speed to grab the bottles and checked it out by myself. Afterwards, I hid the alcohol in a water bottle and headed to the park. It was nice and silent since no kids were there.

I didn't have enough alcohol to get drunk but I had enough to get a hangover. Hopefully, that would distract me from everything. I looked around the park and realized it was kind of sad how empty it was. No children laughing. Swings empty. No parents screaming at their child to behave. I felt empty just like the park. Not anxious. Not sad. Not happy. Just empty.

I sighed pouring more beer into my water bottle. I only had enough money for a few bottles of beer. If only my superhero job paid money. What a shame. I only had one bottle left. I don't know what I'll do then. Probably just sit here and think. I didn't feel like going back to school. The noise would drive me mad.

"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" I heard a familiar voice ask. Now standing before me was Charlie Moore.

"Not suppose to be drinking either yet here I am," I laugh.

Charlie sits down beside me. "You okay?" She asks. Does she really have to ask that? Something tells me she already knows the answer.

"Totally," I smile.

"Mhm," she said. Then she did something totally irrational. She took my water bottle out of my hand and poured it out.

"Why did you do that?" I whined. "I paid for that with my own money. You better pay me back."

She frowned, "Who in their right mind would allow a teenager to buy alcohol?"

Even though she and Elijah were best friends, I don't know if she knows about the realm of super vigilantes. So I can't tell her what I actually did. "No one. I did it by myself," I informed her. It was technically the truth. I just didn't tell her all of it.

"I'm not giving you any money. You are just going to spend it on alcohol," she stated sternly.

"Listened I'm not even drunk yet," I informed her as I pulled my last bottle of beer out of my bag.

"Emma!" She yelled at me.

"I swear if you pour this one out you are paying double of what I paid." I pointed my finger at her.

She sighed giving up. I just drunk the beer from the bottle instead of putting it in my water bottle. Charlie asked me, "Why are you drinking anyway?" 

"I don't know. Just wanted too," I told her. She knew I was lying. Most people couldn't tell when I was lying but she could tell. Maybe I wasn't as good as a liar as I thought.

"Nobody drinks without a reason," she said. I was slightly annoyed that she could tell.

I ignore her. For once, I didn't mind the silence. I did mind, however, that she kept looking at me. "If you have something to say, say it," I grumble clearly annoyed. I hated when people stared at me. 

"I just want to know if you are okay?" She was concerned about me. I disliked it. I didn't want anyone to be concerned about me. It makes me feel bad for them.

I studied her face. I wanted to know if she generally cared or just felt like she had to ask. I'm pretty sure the majority of people just ask because it's what they are supposed to do. However, something tells me she actually cares. ''Shit," I said leaning my head back on the park bench. "You actually care about me."