Morning Routine

Reaching the mess hall she passed the house's resident family of stray cats. Even though they were strays at least these were real pets. Seeing V coming, the five cats sat up and paddled slowly to her with bright eyes looking for food. She cringed at the excessive meowing and purring.

“Sorry guys, no food for you all. I’m running late today,” V said as she gently nudged the felines away who were rubbing excessively at her legs.

V felt tensed suddenly. She looked around. Aside from the usual cats, it was too quiet, perfect for an ambushed.

She crept slowly to the counter.

“Huzzah,”

Before she could even react, V was pounced on by an assailant that pinned her to the ground.

V groaned angrily.

The assailant shouted in triumph.

“So, let your guard down again!”

“Ma! Can you stop it?” V shouted to the eccentric looking woman with hair dyed in dark purple and for some reason had the agility and reflexes of a jungle cat.

Ma ignored the question. She tightened the bandanna that she was wrapping around her head which kept her hair up straight liked some pineapple. Then she began to bounce up and down like one of the many stray cats did when they played with each another.

V tried to push off but failed.

“What if I was a street thug, then what?”

V gave a sarcastic glance and puffing up her cheeks.

“Well, we are at home and not on the street,”

Ma still did not let V get off. Just like her many pet cats, she seemed to have a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

“Answer, answer or else face the wrath of the wet willy.” Ma sucked in her index finger as one would before trying to measure the direction of the wind with a damp finger

“Alright! Scratch and bite,”

“Correct. That’s my girl. And remember to go for the eye,”

Ma’s two fingers came inches away from V’s eyes.

“But remember, don’t be the hero. Escape, escape, escape,”

Ma got off V by rolling on her back, very un-motherly like a wolf sensing danger.

“So how are the bullies treating you?” Ma asked, slowly getting up now in a more serious mood.

“Still the same,” V replied.

“Hah! But I bet cha, they can’t catch you, can they? With all that training,”

V frowned. She hated it when her eccentric mother was right. Well after all besides teaching biology, she also taught mix martial arts, outside of school hours. V was never interested in learning self-defence, as such her Ma adopted another strategy to teach her.

“They do but less,” she said, hoping it would discouraged Ma.

“Well, you better hurry. Breakfast is about to get a cold,”

“Lemme guess, Pinkyton preparing again?”

“Of course, dear. That’s why he is staying,” Ma nodded.

V chased off a curious looking cat that was getting too close to her breakfast of bacon and eggs and woofed it down in seconds.

She wanted to avoid the noisy group of boys who would be bounding down any second with an even more rowdy, floating robot who went buzzing all the time.

As she opened the door which led to the outside, she let out a loud groan. In front of her, the whole yard was covered in a thick layer of mud that was ankle-deep. It was raining heavily the night before. She took a deep breath and sighed. Once again she began chanting her mantra of determination. “One day all this will change,” and looked up.

Then she began her dreaded morning routine. The big yellow bus stopped right in front of her. It was time to go to school.

“Welcome to Mr Jim Berry’s urban myth and conspiracy hour. Today on urban myths and conspiracies we are going to talk about secret societies. So folks todays secret society is kind of a rarity even among believers of conspiracies like myself.

They are supposedly a secret division set up by the powers that may be or rather the W.O.R.L.D government as the elite assassination squad. There targets include both good and bad guys, any which would threaten the so called ruling powers behind the galactic alliance. They are so skilled that it is reported none of them need to strike twice on a target. They were dismissed as a myth but some still regard the organization as a secret government conspiracy.

The powers that may be too are considered a so called conspiracy myth. So hey now here’s a secret in a secret. Talk about super myth. Every megalomaniac and dictator in history was reportedly said to only be, as they are because the “powers” allowed them to be so. As long as it did not jeopardize those of that circle of hidden rulers, war and the likes were actually allowed even enjoyed. Anyone that got out of line was immediately dealt with by the organization. Erase even from the history books, erase from the face of the known galaxy. So what is the name of the uber urban myth. Well they are called the Silen…,”

Jim Berry’s voice is cut off as the school bus driver turns of the radio.

“Alright kids were here we are Rotterford. Now get out now the lot of you!,”

V attention was immediately interrupted by the forever rude and grumpy bus driver.

“Somehow the school bus driver always likes tuning into the morning trash instead of listening to music which at least keep students awake,” Pinkerton who was sitting behind them butted in brushing his hair sideways.

“Well at least Jim Berry’s talk show is kind of slightly interesting compared to the other radio broadcast which dealt with emotional rants and relationships problem,” V shrugged turning her head slightly around.

“Please girl. All he does is talk about myths and conspiracies. The reason the only reason why he was allowed to talk such hub bub on air was becomes it was considered to be pure entertainment,” Pinkerton said in an air of superiority.

“What’s wrong with a little mystery in life. Even though they may not be all true at least it’s entertaining. Sometimes I wonder to myself whether my life would be worth Jim Berry’s show material,” V hinted back Pinkerton.

Another boy who set next to her, Mike who had the ability to mimic voices since he had a really awesome ability. He was a shape shifter, who could impersonate people roughly around his size. He gave a cough and began talking in gruff tones the Jim Berry sort of way.

“The girl who was given the very unusual name V live also a very unusual life. A life of secrecy, in which she was never given reasonable answers but just told to follow along. For one she studied at the Rotterford all-boy school which can be rather unfortunate if you are the only girl there and nobody knows that. If one thought that V was the kind of girl who chooses to wear male clothes and pretend to be a boy because she liked it or had something to prove one was very wrong. In fact she enjoyed all the things which ordinary girls do, but for some reason her legal guardian the woman she called Ma, would never allow that. In fact aside from her adoptive brothers, Ma made sure every else knew her as V Cheshire. Just V. I wonder was it the manliest name Ma could think of,”