kitkatarattattat
I always wanted to learn how to waltz, but my mother wanted me to learn ballet instead. So I did. I was good. All up until college, when my floormate mentioned ballroom club, and BAM! I waltz down the street like a ballroom dance junkie. Just wait until I perfect the swing, ya just can't stop this dancing fool.
The kids will revolt, they said. I don't think they realized how soon it would be. The youth take to the streets and protest their elders, discarding polite respect and reverence of age for the ability to change wrongs and heal countries. The adults had their weapons and androids, but the teens had sticks, outdated arms and anger.
I teetered on the rock, and laughed to the sky. Jumping and leaping, boulder to boulder, the water is lava! I wasn't afraid of slippery rocks, not I, queen of the stream!
He would learn the hard way that angering me would come with it's very own form of nuclear fallout. Play with fire, get burned- play with a nuclear bomb and you will cease to exist entirely. And my temper? It's much worse than any nuclear bomb ever existed.
She was driven to fight. She punched and whirled and mad the bad guys cry, and all by herself. She didn't need a Robin, and she didn't need weapons. She was strong, angry and ready to kick some ass.
I poured in the detergent, and watched as the bubbles began their swish, swish swish. I thought of his hands, and washing them as he cried. He sobbed that he didn't know why he did it, but I knew. I just washed off the blood and held him as he cried and explained that sometimes, bad men just needed to die and it was his unhappy duty to kill that particular bad man. I know he never heard me.