The day goes on

"What did you do!?"

"I did nothing!"

The persisting hum of safety alarms echoed throughout S.T.A.R. Lab's subbasement in tune with similarly foreboding lights radiating the room with a red hue.

"What do you mean you did nothing!?" Caitlin demanded while delegating half of her focus on the computer in front of her.

"I did nothing! That's what I'm implying!"

"Yeah? Well," She waves one hand in the air while her other dances exceptionally with the keyboard. "Clearly you did something!" Almost if on cue, a pipe dislodged itself from the ceiling and tumbled it's way to the floor causing a harsh CLANG.

"Okay, I see your point," Cisco admitted. "But there's no need to fracture your cerebrum. Sure, the basement might be a bit ruffed up here and there. Nothing that can't be rebuilt!"

After a couple more strokes on the keyboard, Caitlin stepped away. "What about the accelerator?"

"We can fix it, we can fix it! It's not like we're... low on funds or anything."

"Sure, but we're not overflowing with money either." She glanced upwards as the code she typed into the computer caused the bothersome beeping to cease. "Besides, that can't just be fixed." Cisco's eyes followed her extended finger to the rubble that was their third attempt at re-creating the Particle Accelerator. "That need to be rebuilt, from the ground up!"

"Okay well," Cisco stood there for a few awkward moments, his brain fumbling for a response to Catlin's reasonable accusations. "I thought it would work alright?"

"Uh-" Caitlin breathed in a sigh. "Then what did you anticipate the outcome to be?"

"Not this..."

"It wasn't even fully functional!"

"Precisely! If we set off the Particle Accelerator, a second time at full mast, we'd run the risk of creating another batch of metahumans!"

"No." Caitlin strode over to the wreckage of their latest project. "Because we would've run the numbers and--"

"We ran the numbers for the last two attempts! I just... I..." Cisco slumped to the dusty stone floor; letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I just wanted Barry back, okay? I genuinely thought a miniature explosion would've been enough to crack a rift into the speed ****. Wouldn't be the first time I was wrong..."

Caitlin felt a pang of sympathy and moved to comfort her friend. "Hey," She rubbed his shoulder rhythmically. "Life's full of ups and downs. You and I know that from experience."

"But now because of me, Barry will be lost in there for twice as long."

"Oh please," She flicked a strand of hair away from her eye. "For him, it'll seem like two minutes max. He'll be fine..." Caitlin's gaze drifted off into space as a realization hit her with the **** of... realization... "Oh, we have to go... We have to go right now!"

"Huh?" Cisco lifted his head to see Caitlin heading out of the basement. "Shouldn't we tidy up this place?"

"Later, we need to make sure your little accident didn't turn anyone into metahumans."

"What!? There's no way. That explosion was child's play compared to the original!" Cisco said, rising to his feet. "And we're in the basement, none of the particles could have possibly escaped.

What they have yet to comprehend, is that it's already too late. The explosion, how small as it was, did happen to create a couple of metahumans. One of which with the power to change to the very fabric of existence as they know it.

Well, okay then.

I guess Ms. Fawn does have a heart...

No, that can't be it.

Did she realize the weight of her punishment?

Doubtful.

Honestly, it must've dawned on her that keeping me locked up in here would, intern, **** her to wait for me, and we can't have that right? Apparently, unlike mine, her time is more valuable.

Oh please.

But alas, that's the world I live in. On a planet full of fantastical feats, and world-altering events. Men and women with power, as far as the eye can see, carousing as if they own the place.

Not everyone gets to be as lucky as them. For every Superman, there are over ten million.. normal... men...

And I'm one of them.

Even my math teacher has more say than I do! I mean, sure, she did work for her teaching degree. And I still have yet to achieve anything of substantial worth with my life. It also is entirely my fault that I'm am currently in detention because I was ignoring half if not all of her lesson.

But, in my defense, I...

Um...

Okay, I don't see where I was going with that if I'm being completely honest.

So with my assignment in hand, I took a swift scan over how much needed to be done. Isn't it funny how it seems as though everyone else is allowed to complete their homework, ya know, at home? Except for me of course, I have to complete the text under Ms. Fawn's spiteful gaze. God, I wish she'd just let me leave. And unbutton her blouse while she's at it...

I flick my eyes towards Ms. Fawn's desk and gulp. I'm very talkative, meaning, I tend to ramble. It's what's gets me in trouble a fair chunk of the time. Occasionally, I'll speak out loud without even realizing. Which has provoked a fir amounts of slaps here and there. I, typically, don't have to concern myself over blurting out perverted slurs when I'm daydreaming about personal shit. But when those daydreams convert themselves into fantasies... Well, that's when shit tends to unravel.

And now, being in detention, would not be the best time to mumble about how much I wish she'd undo the buttons of her blouse.

With a shake of my head, I switch my thoughts over from her chest to the assignment at hand. It shouldn't be hard Mason, you got this!

Over thirty minutes later, I didn't have it.

If anything, to say the least, I bombed it. In fact, halfway through, I just said 'fuck it,' and left the rest of the shit blank. Now listen, I'm not a slouch when it comes to my education. I... Okay, no I am a slouch, but I'm a slouch who tries! And after wasting thirty minutes of my life on the first page alone... I realized that this worksheet wasn't for me. Either every question was made to stump me, or I simply wasn't paying attention during Ms. Fawn's lecture. I'll let you all be the judge for that one.

Sure, she said not to skip any questions, but what's she gonna do? Give me detention twice!? Ha! Don't make me laugh.

"Well okay then." Ms. Fawn peered offhandedly at my 'finished' assignment. "I expect to see you here tomorrow after class to finish this?"

"What? You're not going to grade it?" I genuinely don't care what score I end up receiving, but any grade is better than nothing!

"I explicitly remember telling you to work through each problem." She sighed to herself and placed my assignment inside one of her desk drawer. "And refraining to do so only shows a lack of respect on your part. So no, I am not going to grade anything of yours until you finish the assignment in its entirety."

"But... But... I... I tried! I don't even understand half the shit you're giving me!"

Ms. Fawn crossed both arms below her chest and cocked her brow at my stammering. "And who's fault would that be?"

"Okay, I get it! I should've paid attention alright? I'm sorry."

"Well, you can explain how apologetic you are during detention tomorrow." She leaned away from the desk and began fumbling with her handbag, gracing me with a nice view of her wide hips pressed against her office chair. "I'm finished grading last weeks assignments. So it's about time you head out."

"Did you grade mine?"

"Yes, that I did." Ms. Fawn stood to her heels while sliding a few stacks of worksheets into her bag. "But you'll see how well you did tomorrow when I hand these out." She said with the fakest smile imaginable, one oozing with complete contentment as if provoking me to talk back.

Well jokes on her, I don't speak up to people's faces, I talk about them behind their backs; like the true champion that I am.

But as I left her classroom I couldn't help but think about how much of a douche she's been today. Sure, I tuned her out before. But that doesn't have to prompt her into being such a bitch today. What, did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or has all this spite for me been boiling her insides for the past few months, and this one incident today finally managed to push her over? "Geeze..." I groan once she's out of earshot after making my way out of her classroom. "Wish she'd just give all my homework A's... I mean, at least I tried!"

The exact moment Angela closed her handbag shut, with every intention to lock up the room and go on with the rest of her day. Something sprang its way into her brain, causing her to halt in place.

Thinking to herself for a moment, it suddenly came to her attention that she wholly botched one of her student's grades. Not wanting to leave the school without correcting her mistake she was quick to re-open her bag and shuffle through the stack of papers until she came across Mason Brown's worksheet. While his hand-in was entierly lackluster, resulting in a generous 'D.' She realized that he should have received an 'A,' though, more than that would be unfair to the other students since his work was far worse than the rest of the class.

She couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the thought of his face one he realizes he missed out on receiving an 'A+.' "If only he paid more attention..." Angela hummed as she crossed out his original grade and replaced it with an 'A.'

Oh if only Mason realized how much influence his words now have on the world itself; a few idle wishes and his life could be all the much better.

Finally returning home, I was able to splay myself across the family room's sofa and relax. At least, that's what I was hoping I'd be able to do. Just sit back, pull out my phone, surf Youtube and check to see any fresh superhero coverage. I heard Supergirl was hosting a meetup in Metropolis; hundreds of people are planning on showing up to meet her. And I love me some superheroes, if I could, I'd try to go too.

But no, with the exception of the Flash, I've never been able to see a superhero in person. Maybe it is because of the Flash himself; with him running around there's less criminal activity compared to what goes on in Gotham or even Metropolis. Which would put Central City on the safer side. But I wish one day I could meet some supers...

I remember my friend Sam was invited to the Justice Leagues' open expo a few months ago. He was actually able to meet the big three! Well, granted Batman didn't show up, but he was able to see Wonder Woman and Superman at least. Why he was invited over me? Pure luck I assume. He doesn't even appreciate supers in the same way I do.

All he cares about are asses and tits. Which, is what I care about as well. But...

I appreciate them for who they are!

Or, that's what I tell myself.

Anyway.

I was able to relax for no more than five seconds before a text from my stepmom managed to simultaneously, annoy and, intrigue me.

*Your brother n sister are visiting for a while. I expect you to tidy up the guest room before I get back.*

My siblings are coming over? Well, that's something. I haven't seen them in the last five months after they headed off to college. So could be nice to catch up. But cleaning the guest room? That's fucking bull! My stepmom had one of her friends stay over for a while, and once the week reached its end the guestroom was left-a-wreck.

Now she's having me fix it?

"Bullshit! I wish she'd come home and clean it up right now!" I grouched to myself and raised my phone to type back a heated response.

*K mom*

That'll show her!

Heh...

Heh Heh...

Ha...

Heh...

"Alrighty, I should just get it over with and do what she said..." Using up twenty percent of my power, I roll myself off the couch rise to my feet. Stretching both arms up, I lean my head back and yawned loudly. Which is when my eyes glanced through the window and noticed a S.T.A.R. Labs van park across the street.