Heroes Against Villains and All Odds

Chapter 1:Mary

MARY LIKED TO DREAM, but she understood that daydreaming was an enormous distraction when she was in class.
    Actually.
    That was a lie; Mary also liked lying.
    She did NOT understand why she was sent to the principal's office because she believed that daydreaming in class was completely normal.
Wasn't it normal?
As a child at only the age of ten, she believed that the adult world seemed absolutely ridiculous and boring. We were not obligated to have a boring life in this seemingly boring world, right?
That was what she thought, but it seems like the adults couldn't understand.
She sat criss-crossed on the big chair in the principal's office with her hands were folded on her lap like she was taught. Of course, she was not taught to sit on a chair with her legs like so, but Mary liked bending the rules too.
Mary was waiting patiently for her mother to come have a talk with the principal about her sleeping habits, but Mary knew her mother wouldn't be here for a long while. Her mother was always at work because Mary's father was never around to help for the family. Mary didn't understand why he was never around, but she never questioned it because her mother probably wouldn't even respond.
The principal was a stern woman with an iron fist, and she was now having a stare down with Mary, who was actually getting kind of bored looking at the woman.
"Miss Tanaka?" Mary mumbled, finally speaking up. Mary realized that she didn't like saying the principal's name because she had to pronounce every single syllable to get the whole name said correctly, but she had to admit that it made her sound illiterate and stupid.
"Speak up, Mary," Miss Tanaka sighed without taking her eyes off the little girl.
"I don't think my mom will come or answer any calls because she has work, Miss Tanaka," Mary said, speaking up. Mary remained to have her hands folded while her eyes were wide and innocent-looking as she glanced at the principal.
The principal sighed once again. Mary assumed it was because she didn't like her job. She guessed that jobs were overwhelming and horrid.
"I understand that your mother has work, Mary, but she needs to come to discuss about the fact that you continue to sleep in class," the older woman took off her glasses and put her hand on her forehead like how Mary's mother would if she was tired or stressed. "Do you get enough sleep at home?"
Mary nodded, but she had a pout on her face because the woman before her wasn't truly listening to her. "Of course I get enough sleep, Miss Tanaka. I just think that class gets really boring sometimes, and I just get sleepy."
"That does not excuse you from sleeping, Mary -"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Tanaka, but can you blame me?" Mary accused with pleading eyes.
The principal ignored her and got up from her seat. "I'll be right back," she grumbled. "Stay put until your mother gets back." Mary listened to the clicks of the principal's heels as she walked out the office till she heard the door shut, and, at that, she jumped up from her seat and walked over to her backpack.
Mary took out a big book of stories and went back to sit down. As mentioned before, Mary's father was never really around, and this book of stories was all that Mary had left of him.
Maybe he was a writer, or maybe he just liked to read like her; she wouldn't know. All she could do was guess, but that was still fun.
In her storybook, every single character had a superpower. Some characters could fly while others had super strength. The others had teleportation, and some of them had unique abilities like transforming into any animal they wished or being able to manipulate sound.
There were so many different powers in the book that Mary couldn't count them all, but her favorite was definitely one called, "dreamscaping."
Dreamscaping was the ability to go into the dreams of others and have a sort of influence on the dreams. One with this ability could control dreams and leave it whenever they wished. Mary found this interesting for many reasons, and one reason was because she knew that dreaming was very important.
Dreams were a part of your mind and imagination. Isn't it what keeps you looking forward? Aren't dreams what make children like Mary run freely?
Mary knew that the answer to both questions was a big yes. In fact, she believed that if her mother still dreamed, her mother would be happy too, but her mom never gets enough sleep.
Or maybe she ran out of hope.
Mary couldn't figure out why her mother didn't dream anymore, so it seemed as if all these questions will just keep piling up. This is probably normal though because Mary is usually and constantly curious.
Mary continued to reread a couple stories, and she would never get tired of them. However, the story with the lady with no emotions started to make her very sleepy.
"What kind of person doesn't have emotions?" Mary questioned, giggling. She let out a small yawn and closed her eyes. "That's really silly but kind of sad...." Mary clenched the big book close to her body. This book was very important to her because her father left it behind. She liked to think that he left it just for her to read, and it was a pleasant and sweet thought to think of.
"It really is silly and sad...."
And at that, she fell asleep again.

*first off this is my first story I really hope you enjoy it :)