The Adventures of The White Light-Chapters 4 & 5

Prologue
Some threatening looking kid, huh? Yeah, if you would've told me that by my senior year, I'd be some sort of crimefighter, the same kind I read about in comics and graphic novels and saw in the Hollywood blockbusters and Saturday morning cartoons, I would've liked to believe you, but an Honors student who weighs a buck fifty soaking wet with bad eyesight doesn't exactly scream "superhero". I would eventually meet up with a group of young superheroes much like myself that I could relate to, but I'm getting ahead of myself...

This is my story.
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Chapter 1: The Saga Begins
July 30, 2008
7:45 am.
"Wes, wake up! You're gonna be late for your first day at a new school!"

My mom HATED waking me up for school. She would make a big breakfast for us everyday,and everyday I'd be late and have to run off and let my breakfast get cold. Luckily, Fluffy, my pet Rotweiller doesn't care about food temperature.

We had moved to Houston so my mom could be closer to my grandma, whose health had took a turn for the worse once she fell last year. My aunts and uncles lived in Louisiana and Oklahoma, so my mom knew it'd be easiest for us to uproot our lives to Houston, since we already lived in San Antonio.

Houston was a cool city. Cool, but huge! Unfortunately for me, I had yet to get a car, so I found myself taking public transportation, or worse yet, walk! Walking in Houston was something else, especially when you'd turn a wrong corner. Thanks to my wiry frame, I was able to escape most of the time.

I had took up Parkour to get around (and away) quicker. So, I arrived to school with minutes to spare. I took my seat in homeroom, happy I made it scot free, or so I thought.

"Wesley White, please report to the principal's office. Wesley White, to the principal's office."

Crap.

"Mr. White, welcome to our school."

"Thank you, sir."

"It was brought to my knowledge that you have taken Honors classes at your last school, correct?

"Yes sir, every class I took was Honors or AP."

"Well, Mr. White, we'd like to give you the chance to do so here. Over the course of the next few weeks, you will take aptitude tests to see where you should be placed at our school. I'm sure someone with a steady 4.5 GPA should have no problem."

"Thank you sir."

"Thank you, and good luck."

So with that, my new high school years began.

Chapter 2: This is just a test.
Friday, September 1, 2008.
9:45 a.m.

"Mr. White? Mr. White, are you paying attention?"

"Yes, ma'am. Absolutely."
That was a lie. Truth is, the regular classes bored me. As I've mentioned , in San Antonio, I took all Honors and AP classes. Its been a month since the principal told me that I would be able to take a few aptitude tests, and it couldn't come sooner. I had a comic book hidden within the pages of my textbook, the same way my fellow back row students hid a "Hustler: Barely Legal" in theirs. However, unlike them, I was in the back row because I was a fast learner, despite the bullsh*t they tried to tell me and my mom before I took the aptitude tests. She new better, though. As I dogearred my copy of "Punisher: What If?" and closed it, I looked at the textbook to answer the question my teacher had asked.

"Antietam." I answered.
"Correct, Mr. White."

As I looked over the Back row Boys with a (somewhat) smug grin, I heard a familiar voice reciting a familiar phrase:

"Wesley White, please report to the principal's office. Wesley White to the principal's office, please."

Crap.

So, in another quick meeting, this time with the hippy guidance councilor, the principal said that I'd begin my aptitude tests this week.
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Later that day after school let out, I grabbed an energy drink from the nearby store, and once I polished that bad boy off, I decided to do a little hardcore Parkour to get home. Before I arrived home, I could hear the Salsa music blaring from my house, which meant only one thing: Mom was mopping, "Swiffering" to be precise. Seconds after I came through the door and was slapped in the face by the power of Pine Sol, I could faintly hear her voice through the music, "Wes, take your shoes off!"

I didn't. Instead, I decided to keep up my pace and Parkour-ed past all the pictures of Jesus and the Virgin Mary, over all of the sofas and chairs, all the way to my room upstairs! Once I was in my room, I unzipped my bag, took out my American History textbook, and removed my comic, and read on to see what would happen if Venom's symboite took over Frank Castle. The results, by the way were a crazed bad ass with guns and a cool chest symbol. While I was reading, I heard my mom's (dancing) footsteps come up the stairs, and her knock on my door to the rhythm of the music. My mom, a beautiful raven haired Cuban woman, was always happy, always dancing, always singing in Spanish, despite all the hardships in her life. As a kid, she, her parents (my grandparents),her aunts and uncles, escaped Havana under the dictator rule of Castro. While that would normally be a happy occasion, it is shattered by the unfortunate fact that her father was captured by Castro's Military Police and thrown in jail with no trial. My father ran out on her almost immediately after hearing she was with child. I say "almost" immediately because he stuck around to beat her everyday until one day, he never came back home. She says she no longer holds any ill will to him, and even though I've never met him, if I ever do, I'm gonna stomp his head in and cut his ing balls off. Also, as I mentioned earlier, my grandmother's health was deteriorating after her fall. The doctors told my mom that she wouldn't last a year after that. (Which by the way, albeit not fully recovered, my grandma is STILL alive today, and will be celebrating her 90th birthday this year! So, suck it, doctors!)

My mom came into my room to ask about my day at school. I told her about my upcoming testing, to which she replied with a semi-serious "Oh, well, you better get studying then!" I asked her if I could get a Red Bull from the store so I could study late, to which of course, she allowed. So, I casually walked to the store. ( Just kidding, you know how I got there!) On the way back, my pace was disrupted by a crowd of people looking into an alleyway. I paid no attention to it and headed back home. I polished another "bad boy" off and buried my nose in "The Exciting World of Biology"[/size]

seems like you are REALLY getting into this one. As RD mentioned, a Kick-Ass style of diary would definitely own. I have some definite faith in you sonny.

Chapter 3:The Crash
September 2, 2008
10:30-ish

I fell asleep (I guess "crashed" would be the correct term.) inside of my textbook and woke up that morning to the smell of pancakes and a crick in my neck. I came out of my room and slid down the banister to find a short stack waiting for me in the kitchen.That's the great thing about Saturdays, no school equals time to eat breakfast! Although Fluffy somehow manages to be able to get something from us after a while! Once she was finished cooking, Mom took a seat across from me and turned the volume up on the TV that was on to the news.

"No such thing as good news, Wes. Look at this."

The anchorman on the screen with the bad toupee reported on a sexual assault in the nearby area. The exact location of which almost made me choke on my orange juice.

"Wes! That's a few blocks away!"

It wasn't just a few blocks away, it was along my path last night. The crowd apparently just watched as it all happened. I told her about what I saw.

"You mean you didn't help? Or no one else?!"

The disappointment in her voice hurt, but she was more disappointed in the crowd, and glad I was safe. After we were done eating, her usually undisturbed demeanor was only masked by her put-on smile.

" I swear, Wes, there's no more good in the world."

Those words rang in my head for a while after that...
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I went out that day and looked for a part-time job. I parkour-ed all over the area, fueled up on energy drinks and filled out applications. Whatever happened to service with a smile?! I mean its one thing to not like your job, but man, I guess its a whole other thing to show it! I guess I was more alert that day. I was looking out for anything similar to what I saw the night before. Nothing though. Not in broad day light. At the end of the day as the sun was setting, I was on my way back home through the park, running up the teter-totter to jump over the fence like I've done dozens of times and that's the last thing I remember...[/font]

Very good cliff hanger. Liked reading this. Will be looking out for more of this.

I too agree with putting his personality out into play first. And this looks to be getting better by the chapter. Good job.

Chapter 5: How I Got My Mask
October 13, 2008.
9:00 p.m.

Kineval and I had become good friends. I found he was a lot like me, he was placed in Honors classes when regular classes bored him. He was thought to have a learning disability like me, and best of all, he was into comics like me. There were a few subtle differences, though. He was WAY smarter than me, probably having to do with his schooling in Wales, and he was a huge pro wrestling fan. Every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights were wrestling night, and on that night, nothing else mattered to him.

Damn I wished I had went to his house on Wednesday...

"Alright, you see him? That's John Cena, he's a good guy."

"A lot of people are booing him, Kev."

"Eh, what do they know!"

"Where's Hulk Hogan, and Andre the Giant and The Macho Man?"

"Man, that's a whole different time."

I didn't know. I just sat there watching these oiled up muscle-heads slam each other around the floor in their underwear. Except for that Cena guy. He kept his jean shorts on.

"What are you going to wear to school for Halloween, Wes?"

"Dude, I don't know. Nothing I guess, seems stupid."

"No no, its great. I might have a mask that can fit you."

"A mask?? Aw Kev, look man, don't you think we're a little to-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence when he threw a plain white mask at me.

"This is supposed to be scary?"

"Nah, man. Its a lucha mask! Like Mexican wrestling!"

I didn't know there were different kinds. And I especially didn't know how these guys expected to be able to see or breathe with masks on, and even though I looked like a big dork, I guess Kevin's weird Welsh wit changed my mind. Just about every superhero wore a mask to conceal his identity. Except Superman, but he just took off his glasses.

Kevin had a similar mask, just red and his actually had designs on it. A dragon, which he seemed to be a huge fan of. I just HAD to ask.

"Dude, what's the deal with you and dragons? All these posters, statues, that flag. Your dad even has a tattoo."

"That's the national symbol of Wales. The Red Dragon. Y Ddraig Goch"

"That's awesome man. So, why'd you and your family move here? Any reason in particular?"

Kineval's voice got quieter and his demeanor got a little more serious as he stared at his Welsh flag.

"We had to. My dad got caught up with some bad people. It wasn't safe. in chavs, man. I had a older brother that was into that. I guess you can see he isn't with us anymore."

He handed me a picture of a family from off his dresser. It looked to be his. His mom and dad were a little younger, there was a teenager, a kid, and a baby girl.

His little sister was in the next room. Kev was right, now I could clearly see that he had no other siblings.

Sorry about not replying sooner man, you know I love this. The whole situation in hospital was intresting thought it might lead to Wes being a kinda disabled crimefighter something like Ironman with his chest piece but I'm glad its just tempory. Very suprised to see the Kinevals brought into this. I know they arn't exactly my characters but it strange to see esp in the setting like fireman and his family. I never expected Kineval to be a real second name doesn't sound very realistic. I'm unsure about the introduction of wrestling, I was kinda hoping you would steer away from it but it makes perfect sense to him getting his mask. Lol at the chavs making the Kinevals move away, don't really know how often, if ever that actually happens. All looking good though, good luck and keep this up.