Super Lost

'Let's Get Down to Business'

The following morning, I was plucked from sweet sleep, awaken by the violent pitch of Cat's voice, followed by the abrupt yank of curtains, shooting the sun's bright rays directly into my eyes, blinding me. I groan as I cover my ears while I squint my eyes, aggression vigorously building up. Her words incomprehensible to me while in a sensitive state, still dizzy of drowsiness. Why would she do such a thing? This is the last day I get to sleep in before the hell that is school.

"Kraig, sweety you need to get up!" She demanded. Her tone still sprinkled with warmth, yet her amusement could be detected through muffled blaring, my hands still over my ears to no avail, though the pain had been dying down slowly.

"Whhhhy?" I carelessly whined, nothing could rip me from the safety that is my snug blanket as I pull it above my head, shielding my eyes from the evil rays.

All to have Cat rip them from me, exposing my bare arms and legs to the crisp air. Why is it always so cold in here!?

"Because you need to get used to waking up early." She cackled, seeming as if relishing in my suffering.

"Can't I start tomorrow?" My offer muffled into the mattress, turning my face so I may imprint into the sheets, in hopes to save my poor sensitive pupils.

"No lazy butt, why don't you go jogging with me! It'll be a treat! We can run along the beach, get some snacks, chill out..." She went on and on. However, to my fortune, I was able to tune her out. Closing my eyes again and thinking about sweet, sweet sleep. Why on Earth would I want to run this early?

Earth... Mother Earth... Great things do not get done by sleeping all day. Damn it.

I huff while turning over, slowly blinking my eyes open to adjust to the light.

"Fine..." I respond, irritation painting its tone.

"Oh, really? This will be fun, come on hurry up I'll make breakfast before we go!" She giggled out, throwing the stollen blanket back over me, the echo of her hands clapping crackling from the hallway as she made her heavy footfalls towards the kitchen.

I groan louder, kicking off the blanket Cat threw at me upon agreeing to accompany her. This could be a way to kickstart practicing these new powers, seeing how I was so out of breath from running less than a mile even with amazing speed. But why did it have to be so early? I have all day...

I heave my legs onto the floor, giving me time to steady myself to stand. Ignoring the siren call emanating from the bed, I begin my morning routine. Shirt, pants, socks... good enough for now. The smell of cooking bacon scouring its way into my nose, encouraging my stomach to growl. As if a cartoon following a delectable scent path, I stroll towards its alluring scent.

Cat had the kitchen's small tv, volume turned high enough to hear over the popping grease, the news castor's voice shouting over loud whirring blades of helicopters surrounding the familiar line up of food trucks on the beach. Seeing the recap icon at the bottom of the screen, discovering the repeated news was only discussing the incident yesterday, ignoring the heroes who saved all those people.

"Luckily, no one was injured. On a lighter- "

Cat interrupted my attention. "Oh, my that wasn't far from here... Thank God no one was hurt" She shook her head as she cracked an egg into a sizzling pan.

"But they didn't say who stopped the fire..." I glare at the screen, arms rising to add to my frustration. "there were these two superhe-"

"Kraig honey, don't say any more." She shook her spatula at me, warning in her eyes.

"But I was there when it happened! I know what I – ". I claimed all to be stopped by her additional shaking of said utensil.

I shake my head, ignoring the buildup of anger steaming from my head. Just ignore it... She doesn't want to know.