It was time to form a plan. I mean, if you're going against an army, you've got to have a plan. The problem was, everyone kept arguing about it. Most of the plans they came up with had a major flaw someone pointed out, or needed one more person, or just didn't make sense to anyone else.
Not that Cassandra was really paying attention. At least, not to the conversation. She was paying attention to how the people treated her, and was guessing how old they thought she was. She was always being mistaken for being older than she actually was, and these people were no different. It was sort of a game to her now. Because she was a superhero, people gave her a bit more slack, but they really shouldn't.
Let's see, she thought. The Super thought she was twelve or so. He gave her the most respect, treated her like she deserved to be acknowledged at all times. But he also took the time to explain concepts that were a bit more complex than how to put mustard on a hot dog. Alfonso probably thought she was ten. He treated her with respect, but also a bit more like a kid, acting like trivial things were the most important, like they are to most children.
But Rose? Rose saw through it all. She knew that Cassandra was only eight. She wasn't sure why or how Rose figured it out. But she stared at Cassandra, like she knew that she took advantage of looking like she was four years older than she was. She glared at her for that, or at least that's what it seemed. But she also defended Cassandra. It seemed like she had the least respect for her, but at the same time treated her like a real person.
This Rose was definitely weird. Why did she say they were the same person? Obviously, they weren't. Cassandra had a bunch of super awesome superpowers, and Rose didn't. Plus Cassandra hated guns. Rose was what, eighteen? The ten-year age gap should be proof enough. Why would someone even think they were the same person?
Who did Rose think she was, anyway? Time travel? That's impossible. Cassandra knew because she tried it out one time. It didn't end well. Space travel? Rose didn't even have a spaceship, or a spacesuit, so how'd she travel in space?
It was like how everyone kept looking at her funny. Not just these guys; everyone. Every time she went out in public she'd get weird looks. Cassandra just didn't get it. She was a superhero. Shouldn't they like her for doing good deeds?
She could understand how infinite the universe was, but not why she couldn't fit in. She wished this "end of the world" thing would be over and she could go home and play video games. The internet seemed to understand her more than real life.
"Cassandra," said The Super. "You heard me, right?"
"Yeah," she said, nodding.
"Great, then it's settled," said The Super. "Let's go save the world."
Yay! I'm glad I'm writing, even though I'm not at home. It's great to have this blog, and to have you guys. If you didn't hear, this blog just hit 1,000 views yesterday. Which is AWESOME! Thanks, so much, you guys!
Because I'm not at home, plans for the art part of the comic have been postponed. Basically, that means I won't be able to move on with my drawings until Sunday, or maybe even Monday. It can't stop me from writing, though!
Tada, I did something,
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Since your mom and I already had dinner and dessert this evening, I opted out of popcorn. Instead, I got to hear her laugh as we read, which was less filling.
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