I Am Super

1: The Day It Started

"James, Josef, get up!"
I wake up with a start and smack my head on the bunk above me, making a loud, solid THUMP! Josef leaned over the bed and looked down at me. "dude, you don't have to smack my bed to get me up." he says, oblivious to my pain. I held my head in my hands and said back, "sorry, I will try to remember not to pound my head against your bed the next time I wake up." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "oh, sorry." Josef said, getting off the top of our bunk-bed. I get off and go to my pile of dirty laundry and try to find a mostly-clean one to wear to school. As I begin my daily adventure through my laundry, I look around my brothers and i's room. My brother likes having his own space so there's a line through the exact centre of our room, dividing the room in two parts, mine, and Josef's. My walls were plastered with posters and pictures of every type of super hero, my book shelf full of super hero comics, and almost every piece of clothing I had had a super hero on it. Ya, I'm obsessed over super hero's. I know, kind of a little kid thing, and my parent have told me at least fifty times to drop the obsession and do something else ever since I turned six-teen. But I refused, and my parents probably think I have a screw loose or something. I walk down the hall to the bathroom, still tired and sleepy eyed. i when i look in the mirror, i see a hobo who's been sleeping on the streets for a week with no shower. No, a month with no shower. after i washed up, i looked in the mirror again. "Now that's better." I examined my reflection. I was tall, good looking (not only from my point of view. the ladies practically adored me,) I had piercing blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and black hair. When I walked out of the bathroom, I go down the stairs to breakfast, and I smell waffles. The only thing I like better than super hero's ( more specifically, the powers, but you try getting comic books and posters of super powers ) is waffles. "I heard a thump after I called you guys for breakfast. what happened?" Asked mom as we all say down for breakfast at the table. I grabbed a waffle from the pile and tried to talk but Josef interrupted me. "This idiot," he said, gesturing at me with his knife, "gave me a wake-up call via smacking his head on my bed."
"Actually, I had that nightmare again." I say. You see, I have been having this nightmare where I'm running to our house but the house keeps getting further and further away. Then a car comes out of no-were and hits me and I fall down. Then I get a searing pain in my arm and when I look, its on fire. Ya, I must be going insane." oh, you poor thing," says mom, and I hear Josef snicker. "Maybe a good day at school will help!" I groan, thinking school is probably the worst thing for me right now. I finish off my waffles, grab my backpack, and I run out the door. as I get on the bus, I look around. I spot drew sitting in the back, face buried in a book. I make my way to him and sit down. he glances at me and says "hey." before reading his book again. By the time we get to school, he is so deep in his book I have to slug him to get him to notice the bus has stopped. When we get into school we talked about our video game scores and stuff like that. Then the bell rings, and I'm off to my first class, socials, and mentally prepare myself for another boring day.
Little did i know this day was going to be as far from boring as you can get.