Your Average Everyday Saver Of The World

Prologue

 

My name? It’s Trish. Fancy, right? To everyone’s disappointment, I do not fly around in a cape in tights. I wasn’t bitten by a mutant spider, and I don’t own a secret cave, or wear a ring that shines green and can move stuff around. Oh, and I’m not ‘super’ in any way. I know, I’m lame, right? You’re probably thinking ‘she’s just like the rest of us, normal’, but I’m not. Does not having freaky genetically mutated DNA make me normal? Here’s an interesting piece of information: I about to save the world, and I don't even know it yet.

         I can’t read minds, or whatever. But I'm smart. You know what that means; I’m officially surrounded by idiots. Yay. Along with my ‘uber smartness’, is my fatalistic attitude. Don’t know what that means? Look it up. Theres probably a dictionary not five feet away from you covered in dust.

  Chapter 1

 

I slammed my hand down, mercilessly, onto the alarm clock on the table beside my bed. The definition of ‘morning person’ was SO overrated.

         With a groan, I lifted my head out of the nest of fluffy, comfy pillows that I had owned since age 11. I flicked a quick glance over to the clock. 6:00 a.m. Fabulous. Flipping off my warm, think blankets, I set my hot-pink toes onto a cold, wooden floor. I slept in socks, for all those un-smart people who would actually think my toes were pink…Weirdoes.

         I rose off the mattress, only to look in my mirror and see…an alien? With dyed black hair going in every direction, and pitch black eyeliner streaked down pale, ivory cheeks, I could somehow make out my reflection. Oh yeah, party last night. That meant that as soon as I took a shower, I’d be acquiring a major headache. Yay.

         With a growl, I took sloppy steps towards my bathroom. In actuality, the bathroom was fifteen feet away. In my ‘morning-view’ it was fifteen miles. When I reached the sink, my alien reflection stared at me again. Honestly, how much make-up had I caked on my face? It looked like I was wearing a mask. Jeeze.

         Enter: My cat. Achilles. He did a lovely job of scaring me every morning by suddenly appearing on the counter of the bathroom sink. This morning was no different. After I was done staring him down (with him taking no notice, whatsoever) I turned on the faucet, ever-so-slightly. It was his habit to be a spoiled brat. He wouldn’t drink out of his water bowl. He preferred fresh water from the sink. And by ‘the sink’ I mean every sink in the house, whenever I approached them. I always wondered how he survived while I was at work.


         While my cat was helping himself to stealing all the water he could, I scrubbed away at my face. The thing was, I would buy all the make-up, I just wouldn’t buy the stuff that lets you take the make-up off. Without a heck of a lot of pain, that is. And I was awake enough to feel the headache emerging from my skull. God, you had  to love hangovers.

         Sighing, I dropped my hands away from my face and turned on the shower behind me. Achilles, now done with the sink, retreated out of the bathroom. He didn’t like the sound of the shower, brought bad memories to him, I think. But he was a stray when I first got him, he had had to be cleaned…which meant a bath. Wasn’t my fault cats didn’t like water. He could complain to the cat god. Or God…Whatever. Oh yeah, that’s another thing. I’m atheist. No, I’m not a devil-worshipper (I’ve been called one). If you don’t know what it is…Go look it up. Anyways so yeah, big deal. I never wanted to get married anyway. And I do believe in marriage, just not religious ones. So hah! Skulletta wins. Or Trish. Whoever someone argues with. Actually if- Oh never mind! Jeeze.

         Thirty minutes later, I was out of the shower, and my head was pounding. Whoever invented aspirin- Thank you!. Even though they’re probably dead…Did I care? No. So after popping a few of the tiny, white pills, I was dressing. On weekends, I wore black. On work days, I wore more black than I had on the weekend. This was either to try the patience of my boss, or I just wasn’t in the mood to get fancy, so I would wear my weekend clothes. Or both, because usually, the weekend clothes would make my boss mad anyway. I called it ‘my talent’.

         This day, I was dressed in black (surprise?). A shirt that said ‘Anything boys can do, girls can do better’ in gray letters. This, in most cases at my job, was true. I worked in modeling…Just kidding. In high school, I couldn’t put up with all the prissy girls who weren’t beautiful despite the layers of make-up, who always wanted to be models. Yeah…Like that would happen. You know, on Neptune.

         
         I worked in graphic design. Yep, video-game nerd. Mostly computer games, but twice in my job I’ve gotten a chance to help with the creation of games for Ps2. If you don’t know that abbreviation, look it up. Honestly, nerds. Learn some game terms. Today, like all other days, I left the house almost late for work. I swear my clock loved to fast forward itself when I had my back turned.

         Climbing into my lovely, trusty Mustang, I was out of the garage and on the road faster than you can say ‘Antidisestablishmentarianism’. And believe me, you can’t say that very fast. Being that it was 7:30 a.m., and I lived in a small town, there were only three cars. I drove into the city every morning, and had to be in the office by Nine. I couldn’t live in the city, too noisy when I wanted to sleep in. Plus, if Achilles ever got out of the house, he’d be dead in like…Five seconds? Walk to the street from your front door, and tell me how long it takes. For my cat, five seconds.