My Ranking Points
Chapter 1: Secrets (Kristen)
I have secrets.
Of course everyone has their non-secret “secrets”, like obvious crushes on boys, or hobbies they like to keep secret, even though everyone has seen them do the said hobby multiple times.
Take Bobby Burke. His real name is Robert, but he likes to go by Bobby. On the first day of school, Bobby was sick, and our teacher, Mrs. Pearson, who’s new and doesn’t know how to be a good teacher, yelled, “DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE A ROBERT BURKE COULD BE?”
Bobby came the next day and told the teacher his name was Bobby Burke, but poor Bobby didn’t know the teacher accidentally screamed his real name out. Nobody’s had the heart to tell him about it, so he thinks everybody thinks his name is Bobby Burke.
But that’s probably not a good example. Take Savannah Jones, the most popular girl in our grade. She “secretly” likes a nerdy boy named Thomas Carter. But everybody figures she likes him, because they’ve caught her writing mushy love notes and making lovesick faces at him.
But that’s not the point. I have a bigger secret. I can’t share it with anyone, or make it evident. If I told anyone, they’d be blabbing about it to my parents. And if my parents found out… that would be the most famous horror story ever written.
I’m the famous superhero Hydra. The girl who can make anything out of water.
My parents disapprove of this crime-fighting eleven-year-old. They think she’s bad news. They think her parents should learn to keep her safe from the destruction that happens out there.
Nobody knows, not even my one best friend, Helena. But why would I tell her? She’s a big chatterbox, and telling big chatterboxes is out of the question.
Why should I tell anyone?
I get on my coat and sneak my Hydra suit into my bag. It’s an average winter day for all of the citizens of Chicago, but not for me. I suspect the other “secret superhero” is going to try to destroy the city again. Starting with the Willis Tower.
I’m tardy, as usual. It’s English, and nothing bores me more than reading texts about “Jimmy’s Perfect Puppy” or “Jocelyn’s Bad Day”. And our English teacher just so happens to be Mrs. Pearson, who thinks we’re first-graders or something.
Today, we’re reading an article about “Lilly’s Tutu” and answering questions about it. I have two problems with this:
1. The article is easy as heck.
2. It took me five minutes to complete the packet.
“How about you, Terrence?” she asks a boy in the front row. “Why does Lilly’s tutu for the ballet recital rip? Put it in your own words.”
“That’s easy. Lilly’s dog thought the bow on the back of it was a toy, so he ripped it off and this stupid girl Lilly cried.”
“Now, how about you, Kristen?” she asks. “How does Lilly react to her mother’s news about the tutu? Put it in your own words.”
“Uh, Lilly cried because her new tutu wouldn’t get there until after the recital. What a crybaby,” I answer.
“Class! What is falling out the window?”
I look at the window, and what do I see?
I see a girl in a pink frilly dress, falling from the sky.
@princezzdot I figured you might want to see this but I forgot to tag you, sorry.
This is great avocado! (Not a surprise though since your RPs are always great)
This is sooooo good! This Savannah though. . . she sounds a lot like me. . . .