Hello Danger

Was My Life a Dream? Part 1

Bright sunlight draped into the navy blue room, the ripped curtains not doing a good job at blocking the light from coming in.
"Harper Manchester. Get up my sweet girl." Riley lulled, shaking Harpers arm.
"W-What? Mom? What are- Huh? Why am I in my room... Am I dead? Am I dreaming? Wait! Where's Chapa?!" Harper worried, looking around for her human koala that was usually asleep at her side.

"Chapa? Who's that? Come on. You gotta squeeze your routine in before you got to get to school. Get your uniform on and get downstairs while I wake up your brothers." Riley ordered. School? Uniform? Routine? Brothers?! Please tell me this is a nightmare. Harper thought as she got up. Harper looked around and found everything exactly where she left it before she left for Swellview. My uniform.... Ugh I hate this thing... Pollo, check, tie, check, skirt, socks and Mary Janes, check. Where's my cardigan? Harper wondered as she got dressed and grabbed her back pack off her desk chair. Harper made her way downstairs as her brothers pushed passed and ran to the living room to get their sets done.

"Harper! You have twenty sit ups due for me." Riley ordered from the kitchen.
"Yes Drill Sergeant." Harper whispered and started her sit-ups.
"Hey Mom? Do you know where my cardigan is? It wasn't in my room."Harper asked, grabbing a slice of toast.
"Look at me! I'm Harper!" Bailey mocked with Harpers cardigan over his head as a fake wig.
"Give me that!" Harper shouted. Huh... it's all as I left it... Malania! She can science something up and see if the space time continuum has been messed with!

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Harper rushed into D.A.C.F, (Dystopian Academy for Criminals and Fighters. ) looking around the old hallways. Harper raced to the third floor, which the students all called Dragon Hall, because of the mural made of hand prints of a large dragon that decorated the wall. There, standing at a spray painted locker, was KC, Malania, and Smitty.
"Mal! Major S.O.S!" Harper shouted as she ran to her friends.
"What's up Harps?" Mal asked throwing an apple core at a kids head.
"I think someone messed with the space time continuum! Last night I went to bed with Chapa in the Mans Nest, now I'm here!" Harper panicked as she looked around.
"Relax. After school I'll science up one of my devices. I would say let's skip but you know what happened last time." Malania reasoned sending chills down the kids spines.
"I didn't know half those words your mom said existed." Smitty mumbled.

"Yeah your right... Well.. let's get to Clicks class before we get detention." Harper said as the bell rang. The kids paraded down the hall before turning into there first class.
"Dystopian History", basically it was 45 minutes of the teacher bragging about superhero's. But today would be... different. Harpers friends were planning on having a bucket of slime fall on the Ms. Click on the middle of her lecture.

"And thus, the five Dystopian Districts were split down the borders with a force field, so only superhero's can pass through. Of course, police records are put into account and your behavior *glares at Harper* Can suspend you from this privilege." Ms. Click taught in her old, creeky voice. Harper frowned and raised her hand, ready to contradict this proposal, before a loud, alarm went off.
"Later Miss Manchester! Everyone get your desks into a large rectangle like we practiced! Underneath everyone. Airstrike alarm. Come on everyone!" Ms. Click shouted getting her helmet on as she moved her desk.

"Mal! Smitty! KC!" Harper cried as she crawled towards the villains. Mal teared up and hugged Harper and leaned against her side.
"After all this time you two are still scared of airstrikes? They never hit us." Smitty pointed out. It was true. There was an airstrike about once a week. Mal tried to hold her tears back they spilled out as she sobbed into Harpers shoulder.
"It's okay Malsie. I got you." Harper whispered. Mal continued crying as she clung to Harper for her life. An airstrike hit and the kids all jumped. They could hear the wails from the kindergartners a few floors down.

"Shh... It's okay Malsie. I got you. Here. I want a hug." KC whispered, causing Mal to jump into his arms as another airstrike hit. This time, Smitty clung to Harper.
"Wow Smit. Make fun of sweet Mal and now you want me to hold you?" Harper teased as she messed with the boys messy hair.
"I-Im sorry!" He bawled as a airstrike hit a nearby building. Harper looked over her friends, remembering how she abandoned them in Dystopia. Mal always clung to the nearest person, normally and preferably Harper. Her mother died in an airstrike when she was six. Her dad was one of the worst Dystopian villains. Smitty and KC both were "legally" living in the "Dystopian Home for Dysfunctional Villain Boys". They never really understood why it was for "dysfunctional" boys. In fact, when Harper was told that, she replied with, 'But your just as sane as I am.' Luckily, they were allowed to hang around Smittys dad and KCs Mom.

"Harper...? Did she OD on us?" KC asked, bringing Harper back into reality.
"S-Sorry... just thinking." Harper mumbled.
"Oh so pigs can fly?" Smitty laughed, earning a slap across his cheek.
"You barely know what a pig looks like." Harper sassed. The kids looked down before Smitty laughed
"I know what they taste like."

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The kids sat in their underground lair, after being under lockdown for five hours. Mal was sitting at her machine while Harper tried to do her homework.
"Um... This word..." Harper mumbled. Smitty sat next to Harper and rubbed her back.
"Aristocrat." Smitty read aloud.
"Thanks..." Harper smiled and tried to keep reading. The door opened and the kids heads turned to three older teens walking in covered in soot.
"Wipe your feet you animals! Have some class! We're you three raised in a barn or something?!" Harper shouted. Henry laughed and took his boots off and wiped his face with a towel.
"Sorry. We were out looking for survivors of the airstrikes."Charlotte apologized as the door opened to three siblings, an angry Quinn, and a sleeping Hayden.
"We did a clean sweep of North Capital. 21 dead villains, 45 supers." Bailey mumbled before sprinting off towards the bathroom.

"What's up with him?" Harper asked Jordan, who sat next to her.
"Sodapop. He skipped school today to go the North Capital Arcade. It was struck by the first airstrike. Poor Sodas in the hospital." Jordan whispered to Harper. Sodapop was Baileys best friend. They had been since birth.
"Best you go talk to Bails... he's been tearing up since he found out." Sawyer suggested, taking Hayden into his arms. Harper nodded and quickly walked to the bathroom, where she heard loud wails.

"Bails? I'm coming in." Harper announced as she opened the door.
"Thanks for the warning..." Bailey mumbled trying to dry his tears. Harper kneeled in front of her big brother and kissed his forehead while wiping away any tears.
"It's okay Bailster. Sodapops gonna make it. He's a strong boy." Harper whispered to her brother who broke down in her arms.
"Oh I should have convinced him to come to school Harpy." Bailey cried. Harper sat with Bailey for what felt like hours in a comforting silence. But she couldn't help but wonder. Was my life just a dream?