200 Hours // Misfits // Nathan Young
In her opinion, Izzy McCallum didn't belong in community service. Since when did doing the right thing become a crime? Probably when it involved her nicking a bottle of pills from a pharmacy. No, not that type of pill. The type of pill people--her brother--needed for health, vitality, and all that crap. But what the hell ever happened to extenuating circumstances?
Well none of that mattered now, did it? The was stuck doing 200 hours of community service with six other delinquents. She was just there to log her hours and get the hell out of there. But throw in a freak storm, a couple of superpowers, and a dead probation worker, and things start to get complicated. Community service just got interesting, and it fucking sucked. Mostly because of the whole constantly running for your life thing. And the Nathan Young thing. Would that dickhead ever just shut up?
Disclaimer: I don't own Misfits. Any similarity in content or dialogue originated with the show.
A HUGE thank you to papermoon262 on tumblr who made me the amazing edit that resulted in the cover for this story. She's the best human being alive--you guys have no idea.