After being sentenced to 6 weeks of community service, 6 ne'er do-well teens discovered that a freak storm has given them superpowers.
When Kali Atë Minerva, a sarcastic, feisty and flirty mystery, meets a Horny, humorous, self-absorbed twat named...
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Kali's POV I stand stand in the locker room slipping on my orange jumpsuit, zipping halfway and tying it around my waist exposing my Nirvana shirt. I stare blankly into the mirror on my locker before taking a cigar out and lighting it, I turn my shoulder to see a girl pushing her boobs together exposing as much cleavage as possible and another tightening her hair. I roll my eyes before closing the locker door and leave to the meeting
I stand next to the blonde girl and Curly headed guy, I lean on the bar and cross my arms while I smoke my cigar. "This is it, this is your chance to do something positive. Give something Back. You can help people you can really make a difference to people's lives. That's what community service is all about. There are people out there who think you're scum, you have an opportunity to show them they're wrong" Tony the probation officer pep talks.
"Yeah, but what if they're right?" The curly guy asks exposing his think Irish accent, "No offence. But I'm thinking some people are just born criminals" he continues to explain while looking at me. "Are you looking to get stabbed?" I threaten revealing my thick Boston accent before taking a another puff, "you see my point?" He continues before a Boobs phone rings. "Hi, doing my community service?" She says before the probation dick cuts her, "hey. Excuse me. Hello I'm still talking here" He says as I retaliate. "And she's still talking so shut the fuck up" I says blowing smoke out my mouth, "My lips are moving means I'm still talking" the dick says. "Yeah. But you could have been yawning, or chewing" Curly suggests as I smirk. "End the call. HANG UP" the officer demands next making me roll my eyes, "I swear he talks more than my ma" I mummer to myself hearing Curly chuckle.
I look over my shoulder to the end of the line to see a quiet kid standing all awkward, "You alright there, weird kid?" Curly asks as quiet boy only stared at him. I turn my head to see Curly kiss the air in front of me, I throw a disgusted look in my face before I say soothing, "I'll rip out you throat and make him" I say pointing towards hat dude, "shit down your neck" I threaten as the hat dude looked at me. "I will rip you foot of and feed it to you" the hat dude threatens as I retaliate, "it's better than listening to you talk".
I the probation officer continues to talk as I cut through Curly to seperate him from the hat dude since he was pulling into Curly's collar. "Pussy" I say grabbing the hat dude's collar and pulling him off the floor.
"Can I move to a different group? This isn't gonna work for me" the tall guy from the other hand complains, "Um... what makes you think you're better than us" Blonde sassed back as I look at her weirdly. "What is that accent" curly asks, "is that for real?" Tall boy adds. "Are you trying to say something?" Blonde defends herself, "what about hers" she points out as I raise an eyebrow. "Got a problem with that blondie?" I threaten as the Boston accent slides of my tongue, "nah" she says quickly. "It's... that's a noise. Are we supposed to be able to understand them?" Curly says as blondie rolls her eyes, "you understand that?" I say sticking up the middle finger as I take under puff from the cigar.
