|The Misadventures of V
Author: SJRivera PM
Vira had an accident. Hey, it happens. Too bad now she has no family, no friends, and now she has a few, ah... blemishes. Her life sucks. However, nothing, absolutely NOTHING, compares to her biggest problem. Begins in Batman, predominately Teen Titans. Villains from bothRated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,429 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 09-16-12 - Published: 05-16-12 - id: 8122882
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Esme. I am really, really sorry about this. Those of you who are reading this, I apologize to you too. This fanfic is something I started writing in sixth grade, and it butchered my favorite television show. I admit it, I was awful… But yet, I'm gonna try again…. Wish me luck.
Why Am I Always Late?
She missed her alarm clock blaring, the telephone was screaming at her and she had left the television on the military channel. Groggily, she opened her eyes, reluctantly leaving her warm blankets. No coffee… no hot shower…. She sighed, letting the freezing, metallic-smelling water of her apartment wash over her sudsy hair. Some day this was. It was June 1st; she was graduating today, the one in the back people failed to notice. She hated this city, everything about it. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a moth-eaten towel around herself. She felt slimy, and missed Texas; there, she used hard-water and didn't feel gross and greasy after a shower.
She pulled on a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a ratty denim vest. Some graduation outfit. The mirror that stood in the corner was cracked and spotted, but it nonetheless served its purpose. She paused for a moment, taking in her reflection. She hadn't been… quite the same since the accident. The tips of her hair were deep ebony, the rest a calm caramel. She ran a brush through her hair, then pulled it into a high ponytail—all but two thick locks on either side of her head, these were braided and looped up, secured with pins where her ponytail began. Why? To take attention away from her other features: the thick eyebrows, the slightly upturned nose… and the fact that the accident had also left her with some less-than-desirable scars and… extras. Sighing, she pulled on her lucky camouflage hat, muffling her–what were they again? Oh, yes–cat ears and tucked her tail into the back of her pants. Her electric blue eyes were now the only things she couldn't hide, but they didn't matter, not really.
"Yes," she whispered, voice coming out in a low purr. "I can definitely pass for average."