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Posted by Wiccan
on 11/5/2009, 12:33 pm
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Today is one of those rare off days, one that I’m spending at home. Ideally, I would be crouched up on my windowsill with a good book. Or better yet, I could be nestled in the arms of my amazing boyfriend, as we just relax on the couch with a good movie. Unfortunately, Teddy and my friends are busy working with Cap of the Avengers. To rub salt in the wound, I’m so behind on my schoolwork it’s insane. The thought of magically charming my pen to scribble the correct answers over worksheets, as well as compose my six page essay over some book I haven’t had enough time to read, crosses my mind. But with a heavy sigh, I dismiss the notion, no matter how tempting it may have been.
Hero work with the Justice League is much tougher than I thought it would be. Though, I think I got the idea that it wouldn’t be that big of a stretch from my former team of the Young Avengers. The simple truth, however, is that the League works on a much broader scale than I was used to; the YA’s tended to stick to the tri-state area. With the League, we’re world wide. And, of course, there was that one time I spent most of my weekend in outer space, when I got the blue lantern ring of hope.
Taking in a deep breath, I buckle down and crack open a textbook, my chocolate brown eyes running over the inscribed words on the pages. I know I should actually be reading the information presented, but I continue to skim. Instead of doing this the right way, I browse for the buzz words necessary only to answer the questions posed, only making an effort to know what would allow me to pass. I’m never going to use this … I think to myself, bored of this text before me. Like most teenagers my age, I do not find history interesting. In fact, I find it very boring; though I do like some bits. The past year and a half I feel that I’ve been a very involved member in the community. I’ve fought crime, I’ve saved lives, I’ve made a difference for many, and I’ve done it all without the use of history, physics, or trigonometry. Of course, no-one but my teammates know I do these things, so it really is a moot point.
After I finish world history, I move onto a couple of pages filled with scrambled numbers and letters. Calculus is simple, just time consuming. Finding an answer is simple; it’s going through all of the steps that I personally do not like. I know I have to do all of these things to get into a good college, but the truth is that I’ve never taken the time to actually consider what I want to be when I grow up. I mean, I know I want to continue with super heroics, but it doesn’t exactly pay well. In fact, it rarely pays at all. But as far as a career, I have no clue. I like fashion, Project Runway is such a guilty pleasure. My mother does psychiatry, so that’s always an option; same with accounting and my father. But none of that is me, it just doesn’t feel right.
I take in a deep breath, and then exhale as I try to clear my mind. I need to focus on my work, it’s important and I know that, but I just can’t seem to. Closing my binder, I decide to take a break; after all, nothing is going to get done on this state.
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Somehow, I wound up teleporting myself onto the Watchtower. A couple familiar faces greet me, though I can sense a slight confusion. My legs take me towards the command center, it’s almost as if they have a mind of their own. After a couple of minutes, I see J’onn. “Afternoon,, William,” he greets me without even turning around, “I thought you had time off today?”
“I do, but a lot has been on my mind. I, um, we should talk,” my hands nervously play with one another.
“Of course, just give me a minute and I’ll be all ears,” the green skinned man replies as he pushed a couple of buttons on the panel. Then, he turns to face me.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, some concerned laced in his words.
“No, I mean yes. Nothing’s wrong, but I feel like I should resign from the League,” I say, “I’m not keeping up with my life as well as I thought I would be able to, and I don’t feel that I’m as experienced or even on the same level as the rest of the team. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned a lot, without a doubt, but I just feel I am not up to keep on with it,” I finish, my mouth dry.
“I understand, and the League wishes you well. If you ever feel compelled to return to us, know that you will always have a spot amongst us.”
I wasn’t expecting resistance, or to be talked out of things, but this was too easy for my liking, “I’m sorry,” I feel compelled to apologize, “I wish there was another way…”
“Actually, there might be. A couple of months ago, the Teen Titans dissolved. If you like, you can take over that team, and work in conjunction with us as needed. Bu as far as how the team shall be constructed in terms of members and schedules, that would be completely up to you.”
“Thanks, J’onn, I’ll think it over,” I smile, “But for now, I’m off to finish my homework,” I begin to move away, a weight lifted from my shoulders.
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