How I Met My Superman

Chapter 1: The First Day

" I watched SUPERMAN fly away.

Come back I'll be with you someday

I'll be right here on the ground.

When you come back down! "

This song of Taylor Swift stucks in my head.

SUPERMAN. He's a man with a red cape, saving lives and afraid of green stones called Kryptonites. That's all I know about that superhero. All I know is that, every child knows him. But, I don't really know him and all.

My name is Bethanny Carlos, 18 years old. An only child of Jacob & Claire Carlos. We lived in a small town called Brasharefield on West Hill. I'm just a simple girl. Simple, yet known to be strong & brave. I am not a fan of any cartoon characters, superheroes and something like that. I am much more on Love Stories with Happy Endings. Just to be honest, I don't believe in SUPERMAN. And I don't care if he really does exist or not. But, in my simple life, I just met one.

So, this is the story on how I met my Superman.

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FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. 

Wow. What a happy thought! Sarcasm starts my day. It is indeed the first day of school. But! As a College Student.

College?

Oh great! No more excitement.. No more fun.. No more childish talks.. No more sweaty palms.. No more--

"BETH? WAKE UP SWEETIE! IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!"

The annoying voice of my mom snapped me out of my thoughts.

ARRGH! She still sounded like, waking up a kindergarten student!

"YEEEY! I AM SO EXCITED!"

I yelled sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"STOP THROWING YOUR SARCASTIC LINES AT ME YOUNG LADY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL OR YOU'LL BE LATE!"

She yelled back.

Oh wait?! Did she just say "Lazy Ass"?

Seriously Mom, Seriously?

My morning schedule starts on 8:30am. I checked my phone's clock and it's already 7:00am. Wait? What?! 7:00am!

I AM SOOOO DEAD!

Late on my first day of school. Not a bad start is it? BUT! There is no way I'm gonna let that happen! No sir!

I jumped out on my messy bed and run all the way to the bathroom downstairs because obviously, I don't have my own bathroom.

And as I run like a crazy woman through the bathroom, I slipped! Butt first!

"OW!" all I can manage to say while rubbing my butt.

How can I be so clumsy?

I stayed on that situation- which is, sitting on the floor rubbing my hurting butt for like, 10 seconds. Then I remembered that I only have an hour to get fixed!

Way to go, Bethanny!

I stand up still rubbing my butt, because it so hurt like hell! So, I immediately showered as fast as I could.

And as I finished taking shower, I wrapped my towel around me and walk upstairs. I know, I'm in a hurry but I won't run again. After the incident on the bathroom, which is a total pain in the ass! Like, Literally!

I can still feel the pain man!

So when I reached my room, I slowly open my door. Yeah. I always open my door slowly because when I was a kid I have this weird belief that Tinkerbell will sneak in my room while I was away searching for Peter Pan's shadow in my closet. And I might startle her when I open my door harshly. And that's the history of one of my weirdest habit.

So back on opening my door. As I already open my door wide, to my surprise.. I saw someone! It's not a ghost, obviously not Tinkerbell, he's a guy! And he's searching something in my closet and drawers! Oh wait? is he also searching for Peter Pan's shadow?

Goodness Gracious Beth! Stop thinking like a kid! He's a thief! Can't you see?!

My mind told me.

Yeah. He really is a thief!

Ohw wait? THIEF?! OH GOD! WHAT WILL I DO? SHOULD I CALL MOM? THE POLICE?

I can't think properly!

I can't move!

I'm already panicking!

Fight Him! said my mind.

But I don't think I can handle him!

Just Fight him, will yah? she answered.

Great! I'm talking to myself! I probably hit my head when I slipped on the bathroom a while ago.

Cut the drama and fight the thief wimp!

Wimp? That's it! stop talking to me!

I won't, if you'll just keep standing there like a statue and watch that crazy thief ruin your messy room!

Yeah. She has a point-- I mean, I have point, she's part of me too.

NO ONE CAN MESS MY MESSY ROOM!

Okay. That sounds funny but I love my messy room! And no one can mess with it!