Facility in the middle of the ocean, 11:00 p.m.
The pilot came in nice and dry save for his hair. “How’d you like the ride?”
We all looked at him with wide eyes.
The girl with the water force-field powers looked up, “What. Was. That?”
The man opened the door and motioned for us to step out, “Would you like to see?”
We all stepped out and into a facility.
A man walked in. He kind of looked like a human version of Master Wu from Ninjago. “Hello, I am Master Bob.”
I spoke up, “Uh, I thought it would be something cool like Master Wu, or Professor X, or Obi-Wan Kenobi, or something like that.”
He turned on me, “It’s Bob!”
I raised my hands up in mock surrender.
He cleared his throat, “Now, follow me.”
He led us into the training grounds. It had several large sparring mats; some were in an enclosed space. It had racks of weapons; bows and arrows, knives, spears, and even some I’ve never heard of before. There was another section with protective gear for when we spar I guess.
“Dang…” I said under my breath. “This is like, a legit superhero training facility.”
“Yes, it is legit.” Bob said.
He continued walking into a hallway that had doors on both sides.
“These are your dorm rooms. Nick, Angus; you guys are roommates. And Iris and Tory are roommates. Oh, but first!” He handed each of us cell phones.
We gladly took them and walked into the dorm rooms. Nick set down the backpack he had and I set down my beanie suitcase.
He smirked, “The Beanie Life?”
“I like beanies, okay?”
We heard a knock at the door and Nick walked over to open it. The girl with the brown hair and blue eyes stood there.
“Hi.” She said,
Nick grinned, “Hey! Tory! How do you like your room?”
She nods, “I like it.”
The other girl came in; the pretty one that told me to put headphones on in the plane, “Nice room.” She told us, looking the room up and down.
“Maybe we should all get to know each other.” Nick said.
“Okay,” Tory and responded.
Iris – on the other hand – didn’t agree, “It’s 11:30 at night.”
“C’mon Iris.” Tory reasoned. “It’s not like we have school tomorrow.”
I never went to regular school, I was homeschooled. But, it’s not like my family and I judge people for not being home schooled, like my parents aren’t like this:
Well, I take the time to invest in my child’s life. But I understand that there are more important things. Than your own flesh and blood!
And it’s not like I’m all like this:
Hi! Are you homeschooled like me?
Nope, I go to public school.
What the heck? Are you stupid?
No, I just go to public school.
You mean you trust this state with your precious education? Are you a Nazi!?
Guys! Member of the third reich right here!
I’m sure there are some jerks that are like that, but honestly, most homeschooling families don’t think that way, and they just want to be left alone.
We all sat down on our dorm floor.
“So, Iris,” I spoke up, “Which state do you live in?”
“California,” Nick replied. “Tory?”
“New York. Uh, Angus, do you have any siblings?”
“Yeah, an older sister who’s fifteen named Abigail. What about you?”
“A two-year-old brother named Oliver. Nick?”
Nick looked up, “What? Oh, yeah. A twin sister named Melanie. Iris?”
Iris still looked like she’d rather be in her room than sitting in a circle talking about ourselves. “An older brother, sixteen, named Peter.”
We all kind of stopped. I assumed that we were all thinking of our families. What did my mom do when I didn’t come down to the basement? Does she think I’m dead? Why did I go on the plane?
Nick broke the silence again, “Uh, is anyone here homeschooled?”
I raised my hand. And, as I suspected, I was the only homeschooler. Before anyone could ask me those annoying questions homeschoolers get asked, such as: So, what do you do all day? How do you make friends? Wait, so you don’t know what that bad word means?
I said, “Yes, I do actual school work. I make friends just like everyone else, by moving my lips to make words. And, is it so bad that I don’t know what some bad words mean? And it’s just an unfortunate coincidence that I’m homeschooled and live on a farm.”
Tory looked at me, “I wish I was homeschooled, since I usually have to babysit Oliver all the time. I have a friend who’s homeschooled and she loves it.”
I smiled. Good, they aren’t stereotyping me like what society thinks homeschooling is.
Iris stood up, “Well, sorry to be a party pooper, but I’m going to bed.”
Everyone agreed and we all hit the hay.
Our dorm room, 5:00 a.m.
Apparently, Angus needs to sleep with a stuffed beanie and sing beanie lullabies to get to sleep. It was impossible to get any sleep, and when I finally did get some sleep, Bob came in and woke us up with Rocky music.
I sat bolt upright when “Gonna Fly Now” started playing in my ear. “What was that for?” I sputtered to a grinning Bob.
“C’mon, I’ve already woken up the girls; I have a surprise for you!” Bob was way too excited for it being only 5:00 a.m.
Reluctantly, we finally got up and got dressed; Angus was too squeamish to change in front of me so he went into the small bathroom. I guess the kid wasn’t used to having to change in front of people-something you get used to in public school.
Finally, we stepped outside to find the girls already there. Tory noticed me and smiled, I smiled back and waved.
Angus noticed this and asked, “You like her, don’t you?”
I flushed at this, and replied, “Like her? Dude, I barely even know her.”
“Finally!” Bob told us.
“What exactly is this surprise that you just had to show us at five in the morning?” Iris demanded.
“You guys are going to help me design your suits.” Bob responded.
Basically we designed our supersuits on an app that Bob had and then he was going to use something to make them physical.
Designing my suit was fun, first I designed the look. It was a long sleeved shirt like thing with a small flame on the chest. The bottom was well, like pants but fitted. Next, was the colors; I chose red, blue, and orange (since those were the colors of fire). The app had a whole bunch of attributes so I used one of them to make my suit fire-proof. I also chose some cool looking goggles just in case things got bad. Then, was the shoes, I chose red boots.
After Bob made them all physical, he had us try them on.
Tory’s suit was different shades of blue and tight. She had a utillity belt thingy, not sure why she’d need that. And she had a water droplet on her chest. And then she had black boots that ended just below her knee.
Iris, on the other hand, apparently got roped into wearing a skirt. The costume was all green, looking like it was made out of a seaweed wrap, she also had some ivy wrapped around her waist. Her shoes were like green sandals with vines snaking up her legs.
Angus’was similar to The Flash’s suit, but gray with tornadoes instead of lightning bolts. And, of course, you can’t forget his beanie.
“Oh yeah!” Bob pulled out two masks - a blue one and one that looked like ivy – and handed them to Iris and Tory, “To hide your identedies.”
I guess we were posing like in the movies or something because Bob snapped a picture.
Suddenly I realized that this was going to be a lot of fun.