Hello! I guess I should really introduce myself first, and explain what the absolute hecc is happening.

So, my name is Erin Anderson.

No, I am not related to Lt. Anderson, you DBH fans. Never heard that joke before.

Now back to the chaos.

Or, well, the backstory. Every character has a backstory.

Basically, last year, me and my friend, Jackie Mia, were having a stroll through the woods, on our way to another friends house.

Then, suddenly a ufo comes hurtling toward us.

No, this isn't some alien story, ya nerd. I meant an 

Unidentified

Falling

Object.

'Erin! That's not what that mea-'

Shush your faces. It does now.

Back on topic:

We both see an ever growing shadow from above, and Jackie immediately tackles me, pushing me away.

I fell back with an oof, and was going to act mad that she pushed me.

Then an entire eighteen wheeler falls ontop of her.

Ouch, that had to hurt.

Of course, at the time I was bawling and freaking out, but now I know everything was  alright.

Later I was informed that the man driving it was basically being dumb and didn't slow before a turn. Therefore, he ended up six feet under, and my bestie under 40 tons of metal and wire.

Publicly, her survival of the incident was a complete miracle.

Secretely, her dying body was soaked in toxins and other such thought-to-be-deadly chemicals combined. The mixture of the stuff was just right to spark something in Jackie's body.

While still needing to heal and all, doctors noted that her healing rates were much faster than others. Also that no otherwise permanent wounds scarred.

Time passed, we learned there's a secret society somewhere with similar people, she trained, I nerded out.

She became a hero.

I stayed as nothing.

Afterall, no one really cares about the person behind the screen, or the person who helps the superhero from a distance.

That's fine. I'm fine. Not jealous or bitter or anything.

Nope.

Okay, now that you've lasted through this far of my ted talk, here's what happened today.

Jackie and I were walking through classes together, joking and laughing too hard. Then suddenly my phone buzzed.

"Oh, a nine-eleven at unicorn," I said, laughing.

We had created a small code kind of. A nine-eleven was either a large robbery or a terror attack, and in this case it was both.

Incase you thought I forgot, no, I didn't forget to tell you what unicorn was coded for. Because its not a code. Its a street, so hush faces.

"Oh, yikes. . . But next hour is math!" Jackie hissed, breathing in as if she was actually debating whether or not she would save the people.

"Go, ya idiot, or they'll think you're gettin' slow," I said, pushing her shoulder.

"Will you-"

"I'll take care of what you miss, just go!" I exclaimed, prying her bookbag from her.

She nodded and ran off, out of sight. I walked into class early and hid behind the two bags on my desk, and looked at my phone.

I had hid a small camera in her mask, along with a tracker, just because I onc  got worried she'd be seriously hurt and I wouldn't find her in time.

It was like watching someone play a very realistic vr game. Or like a first person movie.

I saw a hand from the bottom of the field of view shoot up and shoot green, toxic acid.

I swear for a second Jackie was trying to be cuphead, because she pointed her finge  out and shot a fine bullet of acid.

The acid hardens around the feet of the villians, stopping them in their tracks.

Suddenly I saw flashes of light, and the camera blurred from such fast movement.

When it finally settled, I saw that she now threw a gun to the side, away from the villian whose arms were coated in acid.

All five were soon stuck, and the camera blurred from movement again. 

She was on top of a building now, four guns hung from a pole far from anyone's reach.

She had succesfully stopped them and taken the weapons away from them.

Then another camera blur later, and I saw a villian staring at her, talking about something.

I didn't bother trying to read his lips as he monologued, and probably either yelled about how heros were hypocrites, or how he'd justify his villainy acts.

"Erin, class has started, take the bookbags off the desk," Mrs. Calico said sternly.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied quickly moving my phone into my bag and putting it on the floor without her seeing the phone.

"Is miss Mia absent again?" She asked, seeing the empty desk beside me.

"Yep, those allergies again ma'am," I said.

'O wait-'

"Allergies? To what, there is no pollen around this time of year, and she was perfectly fine just yesterday," the lady said, interrupting and finishing my thoughts.

"Nah, I mean she got dared to eat a cookie, and it turns out it was raisen. She had some allergic reaction. I swear her sweat was green, and-"

"That's enough," Mrs. Calico interrupted, not wanting to hear me say anything further.

She began her lectures, we all began our work.

Or, well, not just our work, in my case.

I had perfected Jackies handwriting to a point by then, so I was always able to do the pages if they were due and couldn't be turned in late.

I just realized that on the cover of this store-bought journal, the title I wrote was like a mixture of both of ours. I had scribbled out the label that was already there, and decided to write on it with gel pens, to make it pop out. . . The o in story looks like an a. Dangit.

Welp, too late now.

On to the subject.

It wasn't until Social Studies, two hours later, that Jackie turned back up. Which was good because my next hour was Ela, and I didn't have it with her.

We went through the whole process of apologies and explainations and etc etc until we got in trouble. 

One look at one another and I knew she'd tell me once we were in our dorm room.

Basically, one dude was like: "Hey idiots, lets team up and rob the biggest bank, and then we wont be messed with!"

So his five friend were like, "Aw, hecc yeah!"

Then they rob the bank and they go, "No one can stop us now!!"

Then Jackie stopped them.

Y'know, the usual stuff happened after that. They pledged they'd be back, stronger and better, then high tailed it out of town before she went after them.

Oh, look at that, I've used like three pages already. I think I'll end this entry here, byyeeeeeee. I'll write the next one next week or when something interesting happens, whichever comes first.