Special |Heroes|

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New York

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"Can you stop doing that?" 

Startled, my pen fell forward from my grip and down the ground loudly, breaking the silence on the classroom.

Every eye turned to face my sheepish and busted expression, only flinching when  the professor, Mrs. Jane shut her binder close.

"Ms. Sinclair" Her screechy voice made me wince, slowly looking up from the wood desk toward her stern half moon glasses. "Am I boring you with World War II?"

Yes, pretty much.

"Not at all, Mrs Jane" I replied politely, keeping my eyes on her and not in the snickering behind me, knowing Carter was having her good morning laugh from me.

Her bluish eyes bored into me scrutinizing me intently "Good. Because we're on page 89 not 40" I winced looking down at my text book seeing the 40 number circled on the edge of my book "Pay attention or you'll get detention"

"Yes, ma'am" I bobbed my head up and down, avoiding her eyes as she walked away from me, walking back to the front of the classroomto continue her speech about how slaving black people for the war was a good thing. Ew.

"Good job, embarrassing yourself in front of the class" Carter, Eleanor Carter my best friend snickered from behind me in a low whisper "Again"

"Your fault" I hushed back, keeping my eyes on our strict teacher.

"You were daydreaming again" Carter whispered furiously. Her blonde bangs fell to her eyes and she swiped them away before it poked her eyes. "Be lucky it was you interrupting the class and not her asking you a question" I grimaced realizing my best friend saved my ass again. Carter nodded as if reading my thoughts, "You're welcome"

I crouched down on my seat, wanting the earth to swallow me down.

~8~

"Home!" I called out, throwing my keys on the table and my backpack on the floor while closing the door and clicking the lock on. 

Mom was paranoid about the security of our home and she passed that feeling onto me while growing up, the obsession of always making sure I was safe. 

"Kitchen!" Mom called out from inside the house.

I chuckled, following her voice toward the room finding the short dark waves from my mom pulled up on a messy bun as she cooked dinner. 

"Hey" I told her smiling, as the smell of whatever she was cooking made me breathe in contently  "Smells good"

I plopped down on the island counter, picking up a cookie from the bowl, munching it over.

The sound of the cookie being mauled made my mom turn around with an unamused look "Wait for dinner, would you?"

I flashed her an innocent look as I chewed slowly on my cookie. All she did was roll her eyes before turning away from me. I swallowed, dusting the crunches from my fingers, "What's in it for dinner?"

"Pasta" Mom answered, turning off the stove.

"That's goo-" I began but then paused. I tilted my head aside as a breeze of air from the air conditioner blew slightly my hair back, however that is not what made me fall silent. It was the sound of voices reaching my ears. It sounded like if I was under water, slowly coming to focus. The voices were getting closer.