I tossed and turned. I moaned and groaned. The alarm has just went off, and here I am, writing my life for you. You happy? Of course, mom isn't too happy I had decided to start carrying my mac book with me everywhere. I'm putting on a some what clean shirt when I hear the door slam. No one comes into my house this early. So of course, being the butt-head that I am, I go investigate. I'm creeping down the hallway with computer in hand, ready to publish this in case something goes wrong. I walk into the kitchen and....theres nothing here. I swear I would be able to see whoever came in from here. Guess not. Hmmm....strange... My sister's hairdryer isn't screaming as usual. I head to the hallway where I have to open the door to it to get to here lair. Im pushing on the door and it snaps off the hinges. Like, its not coming back kind of ruined door. Like I put it in a wood chopper. I'm freaking here cause sis didn't yell or anything, and she looooves to yell at me. I really don't think I can fix this.... I'm deciding to put my computer in my computer in its bag, cause I need to run. I will update in a few minutes...............................................................................................................................................................
Oh my gawwwwd! My sister's room is trashed, without her in it. She. Is. Not. Here. There has to be something wrong with this. I'm going to look around and see if I can find anything..... A yellow post it note. It reads "My dear brother, Harley:
I have to leave for awhile. somebody needs to see me right now, and I had to leave abruptly. I love you.... Oh, and you might consider going back to live with our mother...Love you dearly,Alicia". That does not sound like my sister! She probably would've cussed me out, just for flavor. She has issues. So, in all so far, I have some kind of freakish strength issue (might have taken steroids in sleep), my sister has been kidnapped, there is blood on the note and walls, and I'm definitely going to be late for school. I need someone who knows what a super freak would do.....Someone who study's superheroes and their habits... I need... Spencer Shay!!! Spencer is this crazy awesome girl that is in my grade that loves to read comic books. She even collects them. In fact she should be here at any moment. Then, I hear the door slam and stomping feet. Most defiantly Spencer. "Yo, super zero! I need my side kick! I cannot get to the bus stop until you copy!" She said as she weaved her way through the house. She walked into my sister's room and didn't even blink. She looked around and goes "So you finally did it huh? I saw that door. What made ya snap?" "I didn't snap, I found the room this way, and the door broke when I slammed it too hard." I told the girl with a crash helmet over her red hair. "Seems to me you got super powers, and now you have a quest!" She tells me triumphantly. "I'm average! Ordinary! I'm just your everyday"- "Hero; This doesn't mean you're aren't my side kick. You still are. I'm just the brain of the operation!" She tells me, now pacing around the room. "What do we do? Call the cops?" I ask her. "Nope. We have a quest. Now go pack for this journey. Who knows what awaits...dadadummmm! The brain and brainless!" "So, whose brainless?" I ask, not quite able to understand whats going on in her mind "You are dummy! Now go! Prepare!". With that I'm leaving the room. Tell me, what the heck do you bring with you on a quest?! Whatever, I have no idea, I'll just throw some stuff together. Brb.........................................................................................
Yo, so I'm leaving stupid Boston in a few. So, Spencer and I are leaving. I open the door and there are guns pointed at us from everywhere. This is just an average ordinary superhero thing.
Note from author:
This really isn't me!!! Its a continuing series I'm writing on here!!! Join next time!
