Here is your next chapter you guys.
Chapter 5: Violet’s Mundane Life
Early in the morning, in Violet’s tranquil room, the silence of last night was suddenly broken by a. . .
“RRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!”
Violet slowly started to open her eyes. She turned and silenced her alarm clock. She instantly went back to sleep. She was completely exhausted.
Meanwhile, back downstairs, Helen had just finished cooking breakfast. She looked at the table but noticed that only Dash was present.
“Dash,” the mother asked, “where is your sister?”
“I don’t know mom. I’ll get her.”
Dash sprinted up the steps to his sister’s room. Once he got to the door, he quietly opened the door. Dash could see Violet, still asleep, tucked under the covers of her bed. He slowly crept up to his slumbering sister.
“HEY VIOLET, WAKE UP!” he yelled.
In an instant, Violet’s eyes shot open. She sat up on her bed. She glared at her brother.
“Dash, get out of my room!” commanded Violet.
“Mom told me to wake you up. I’m not leaving until you are ready. And at your speed, we will probably be late for school.”
“Little twerp, I said get out!”
Violet got out of her bed and stomped over to Dash. Once she got very close, he darted to the other side of her room. Violet stopped then stormed her way over to her mischievous little brother.
Dash grinned. “Maybe this will wake you up.”
In a flash, Dash ran to the other side of the room, but not before giving Violet a nice slap across the face. Violet recoiled to the floor. She got to her knees, but once again, Dash ran and slapped his sister across the face again. Violet was sent to the floor again. For fifteen seconds, Dash would continue to slap the eldest Parr silly. She tried desperately to throw a force field in front of Dash, but each slap she endured would cause her to loose her concentration, in addition would bring pain to her face. The pain stung more and more as she fell victim to another one of Dash’s speedy slaps. Her eyes started to become filled with tears.
“Dash. . .(slap). . .stop. . .(slap). . .please. . .(slap). . . cut. . . (slap). . . it. . . (slap). . .out. . .” cried Violet.
She was panting on all fours. Tears were coming out of her eyes.
“I have always wanted to do that to you. For every time you used your force fields on me.”
Dash started to walk out of her room. Violet slowly got to her feet. The little boy stopped and turned around. Her leaned against the door. Violet angrily walked over to her sneering sibling.
“YOU LITTLE PEST! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Violet pulled her leg back and threw a kick at her little brother. Dash, with excellent reaction and speed, hurried himself out of the room. As a result, Violet’s bare foot kicked the hard wooden door, sending a jolt of pain in her right foot. She fell back to the floor as she nursed her foot. Minutes later, she slowly got up, took a quick shower, and then changed into her casual clothes. She came downstairs for breakfast, in a pink shirt with some blue jeans. She had cereal for breakfast. While she was eating, she kept glaring at Dash. Then, Helen noticed something.
“Violet honey, what happened to your face?” she inquired. “Why is your face so red?”
Violet continued to glare at Dash, who was trying to keep himself from laughing. After Vi finished breakfast, she went and got some ice. She placed it on her face to treat a little bit of the soreness. Afterwards, she got her backpack, slipped on her purple sandals, and headed out the door.
Helen first dropped Dash of at Metroville Elementary School. Dash retrieved his backpack from the trunk of the car and headed towards his school. Afterwards, Helen dropped her daughter at Western View Junior High. Violet waved to her mother as she drove into the distance.
“Well,” thought Violet, “time to start another day of school.”
Violet decided to wait in front of the school before the bell rang. She looked all around and saw many diverse students in their groups of disparity. She looked and saw a bunch of nerds under a nearby tree, discussing homework. Violet saw some more kids arrive at the school as they exited their cars. Violet turned her head to the left and saw the popular girls walking by. One girl, who happens to be the leader of the popular group, noticed Violet sitting down on the steps, in front of the entrance to the school.
“Hey girls, look what we got here?” she wondered.
Violet replied, “What do you want Britney?”
“Oh nothing,” Britney answered, “just coming here, showing off all of the hot stuff I got.”
Britney showed Vi her expensive shoes, clothes and rings. “Wow, nice. Wish I had stuff like that.” said Violet.
“Well you don’t. You know why?” teased Brittany. Violet shook her head. “Because I am ten times richer than you. . . and don’t breathe on these. They are brand new.”
“Do you think I care? I got something better than any of those things.” Violet smiled. Britney and her gang looked utterly confused. Violet sighed and responded. “It’s Tony Rydinger.”
“Oh, him. Girl, what confuses me is why would he, Tony Rydinger, the cutest, most athletic, most handsome boy in the world, pick you?”
Violet was shocked to hear this. “What? Well he. . .”
“I mean come on. What are you compared to me? I’m popular, hot, all the guys are crazy for me, and you? You are an ugly, unfavorable, insecure, geeky, weak, outcast with no chance at anything at all in life. I don’t know about you Violet, but you and Tony are like oil and water: they just don’t go well together.”
Suddenly, the bell rang. Britney and the popular gang followed her inside. They left Violet alone on the steps with tears in her eyes. She began to cry as she took off her pink headband, resulting a large clump of hair curtaining her face, and trudged her way inside the school. She went inside the girls locker room for PE. Unfortunately, she meets up with Britney again. She dresses into her PE clothes as fast as she could, then dashes to the gym. After jogging all around the gym, and a lot of conditioning, Violet returned to the PE lockers and got changed. Her muscles were all sore. When the bell rang, signaling second period, Violet made her was through the school to her science class. There, she took down notes and later did a lab. Soon, the bell rang. Violet hurried to her locker. As she tried to open her locker, somebody called out to her.
“Hey Violet!”
Violet had to push her hair back behind her ear to locate the person who was calling to her. Then, she was able to distinguish Tony Rydinger close by.
“Hey Tony, gotta go. I’m gonna be late for my English class.
Violet retrieved her books from her locker and dashed to her English class. When she got there, she started reading for twenty minutes. Afterwards, she did a little writing. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not help but sob a bit.
“Maybe Britney was right. Tony and I are completely opposite of each other. I don’t deserve him. He doesn’t deserve me.”
Violet went through the entire period with tears in her. Soon, it was lunch time. Violet went over to her usual shady spot and sat down. She reached inside her lunch sack and pulled out a sandwich. She was about to take a bite when she noticed other students walking by, and starring at her oddly. Violet tries to ignore them.
Violet would hear them say things like, “Oh who is that girl? Why is she acting so weird?”
Violet’s tears fell from her face and on to her food. This has clearly been the worst school day she has ever had.
Then, a boy sat right next to her. “Hey Vi, you okay?”
Violet looked to her right and saw Tony Rydinger sitting down next to her.
“Tony. . .” she gasped as she wiped away her tears, “h. . .h. . . hi.”
“Violet, what’s wrong? I said hi to you and you completely ignore me. Plus, you wiped away your tears and you’re hiding behind your hair. Is there something you want to tell me?” wondered Tony.
Violet asked, “Tony, tell me the truth. Do you. . . love me?”
“Violet. . . I. . .”
“Do you?” Violet asked again, a little more tense.
“Violet,” said a surprised Tony, “of course I love you, more than anything. Why do you ask that?”
“Well, I don’t know. I thought that you wouldn’t love an ugly, unpopular, insecure, geeky, weak, social outcast like me.”
Violet broke into tears again. Tony sighed, then sat closer to Violet.
“Vi, have you been talking to Britney again?” Tony questioned. Violet nodded her head. Tony brushed her hair behind her ears. “Oh Violet, I don’t care if you are popular, or hot, or any of that stuff. Way deep down inside, I know you are the prettiest girl in the entire world. From my perspective, I see a blossoming Violet. And not just any Violet, but a pretty, beautiful, sweet, kind, gentle Violet. The Violet that I love so much.”
Tony’s powerful words captivated Vi’s heart. She blushes, shining a cute, irresistible smile.
“Oh Tony, thank you. That was so sweet of you.” was all a speechless Violet said.
“Anytime Vi, anytime.”
Violet and Tony gazed into each other’s eyes. They slowly advance toward each other. Once their lips were about three inches apart from each other, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The two teens sighed as they got up and headed for their next class.
Math was next for Violet. After math was History. This was one of Violet’s favorite subjects. She learned about the Medieval times and enjoyed the lessons her teacher taught. After that, school was over. Violet waited in front of the school for her mom. Then, somebody came up behind and covered her eyes.
“Guess who.”
Violet smiled. “Hi Tony.”
“Hello beautiful.”
“Tony, please. . .” Violet blushed. Tony smiled. “That was really sweet of you. You know, what you said to me today.”
“Come on Vi, you know I love ya. And to show you that I mean it, how about you and me go to the mall sometime soon.”
Violet’s eyes lit up. “I would love to.”
“Great!” exclaimed Tony.
Suddenly, Helen honked her horn. After Vi blew a kiss to Tony, she entered her mother’s car. She was greeted by Helen, Dash, and Jack-Jack.
“How was school honey?” asked Helen.
“Oh, the usual,” Violet replied, “boring, fun. . . and romantic.” she sighed.
“Tony Rydinger.” teased Dash.
“I swear, one of these days, I’m gonna kill you little pest.” Violet threatened.
“Mom, Vi’s gonna kill me!”
The two continued to fight until they got home. Violet went up to her room and started on her homework, but she couldn’t get Tony out of her head. She would sometimes would get momentarily distracted. After a couple hours, she finished her homework.
Right after she place her math book inside her backpack, “Violet, Dash, time for dinner!”
Violet walked down the stairs and found a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs waiting for her at the table. Minutes later, she was joined by Dash, Jack-Jack, Helen, and Bob. They all sat down to eat. A couple minutes later, Dash started the conversation.
“Oh my gosh, I am so excited dad. Saturday tomorrow, I go on a high level mission for the first time! I have never been so excited in my life!”
“I’m glad son.” exclaimed Bob.
Violet, who had been silent for most of the time, finally spoke. “Uh dad, by chance is it too late to. . . you know, call this mission off?”
A moment of silence followed after that. Everyone stared at Violet for a long time. Bob and Dash gave her an extremely odd look.
“You’re kidding aren’t you Vi?” Dash inquired.
“Well. . .” she started.
“I’m afraid it’s too late now honey. Once the NSA assigns a mission, it can’t be canceled.” added Bob. Violet slowly looked down at her plate. “Besides Violet, it’s a great honor to be selected for something like this.”
“I know.” Violet mumbled.
Helen looked at Violet. She knew that her daughter was so insecure about the current situation. She continues to eat as Violet got up from the table, placed her dishes away, and headed straight to her room.
Helen glared at her husband “Don’t you think you were being a little rash with your decision?”
“What are you talking about?” her husband questioned.
“Before you made your decision, haven’t you considered the fact that she isn’t really ready for this?”
“Honey, are you saying that I don’t care for her?”
“I’m not saying that at all. All I’m saying is that maybe you could consider our daughter. She is in this family too you know. I can’t believe for once you didn’t even stop to think of her. She isn’t ready for something like this Bob.”
Back in Vi’s room, she was busy writing in he diary. She writes slowly as tears fall from her eyes and on to the paper. After she finishes her entry, she takes a shower. After that, she changed into a pair of pink pajamas. She was about to tuck herself into bed when something caught her eye. It was a picture frame of her and Tony on their second date. As she continued to gaze at the picture, she bawled.
“Oh Tony, I’m not sure if this is the last time I will ever see you again. I’m trying to be strong like my mother told me. . . but it’s just so hard for me. It’s so hard just being a Super right now. Why can’t I be normal? Why did I have to be cursed with these powers? Why can’t I have a normal life instead of a freaky, dangerous, Super Hero life?”
Violet went and tucked herself into bed. Tears still streaked out of her eyes. She continued to cry as she drifted into an uneasy sleep.