BEEP! BEEP! My alarm rang out at seven in the morning. Groaning I slapped the off button, más like the shut up button, and flipped off my pale rosado, rosa comforter. I sat up feeling lazily around for my glasses on my nightstand. With a yawn I made my way to the bathroom and mechanically turned on the warm ducha, ducha de water. After putting my contacts in, I stripped of my Lulu’s and my ‘Robin Forever’ t-shirt. I stepped into the rushing water and let it cascade over me as I reached for shampoo. I was so tired that I almost cut myself multiple times while shaving, luckily I didn’t.
Let’s just say that I’m not much of a morning person and I stayed up till 10:56 last night escritura my essay that’s due today. Just the thought of school made me groan, but at least I could see my best friend Dick Grayson. Okay, I admit it, crush, too.
I turned the knob that shut off the water and grabbed for my white towel to dry off with. Stepping out of the ducha, ducha de I wrapped myself in the towel and went over to the mirror to readjust my contacts. Picking up my clothes from the ground and my glasses from the small, white tiled countertop, I walked out of the bathroom down the hallway to my room.
Once in my room, I threw my clothes on my bed, plopped my panties into the hamper and set my glasses on my white nightstand. From the hook on the muro I grabbed my túnica, albornoz and exchanged my towel for its soft, baby blue fabric. Throwing my towel on bed, I tied my túnica, albornoz and walked over to my closet. I grabbed the hanger with a navy blue plaid patterned falda and tossed it onto my unmade bed. Looking at the white and sky blue blouses on their respective hangers, I thought of which to ware. Deciding on the white blusa I tossed it over with the skirt. I walked over to my dresser and rummaged around for my under garments. With everything out that I needed I got dressed for the long día ahead.
After I swiped on some mascara I headed downstairs to make breakfast. I opened the cupboard siguiente to the stove and grabbed the medium mixing bowl. Waltzing to the fridge I carefully got out the eggs, set them on the counter siguiente to the bowl, opened the egg carton and cracked four eggs before putting it back in the fridge. After I scrambled the eggs I reached down for the frying pan and turned on the stove.
“Morning sweetie,” my dad dicho walking in as I sprayed the pan with cooking oil. He was dressed in a gray dress shirt, black tie and pantalones with his big, brown rectangular glasses.
“Good morning daddy,” I replied pouring the raw eggs onto the hot pan. “How’s the murder case going?”
“Alright, and tu shouldn’t know about that missy,” he answered helping himself to some coffee in his #1 Dad mug that I made in segundo grade for Father’s Day.
“It’s all over the news. Plus, the paper,” I pointed at The Gotham Gazette on the mesa, tabla with the espátula, espátula de in my hand and went back tending to the cooking eggs. Dad huffed when he say the title; JIM GORDON AND POSSIBLY DARK KNIGHT WORKING ON MURDER CASE.
“The media can’t mind their own business can they?” He asked rhetorically getting two bowls for the now finished scrambled eggs. I scraped the eggs evenly into each bowl, sprinkled salt and pepper and cheese on top. I ate listening to my dad going on about the ‘damned media’ then took my vitamins and went upstairs to brush my teeth.
DING DONG filled the house as I ran for my backpack on one of the cena mesa, tabla chairs. “Bye Dad!” I yelled dashing out the door almost running into my friend Dick.
“Whoa Babs, even I don’t think is school is that exciting,” Dick dicho helping me steady myself.
“Please, school exciting? No, I was just running late,” I protested.
“Well-”
“I know, I know Mathletes and all that other techie stuff is your life,” I cut him off as we walked to the shinny, black car parallel parked to the curb.
“Hi Alfred,” I exclaimed while climbing into the back of the car with Dick following.
“Hello Miss Barbara,” Alfred replied after Dick closed the car door.
“Did tu hear about the ongoing murder investigation?” I asked Dick while buckling my seatbelt.
“Yeah.”
“So sad. This city is filled with way too many crazies and only a limited amount of officers and Dark Knights,” I rambled on and kept up the conversation the entire car ride.
“Bye, Alfred,” I dicho hopping out of the car. Together Dick and I walked up to the school and through the double doors. Somehow I started rambling on about the Boy Wonder.
“I know that you’re a fan of Robin and may think that this is weird being a guy, but he is so cute. I would put myself in harm’s way just to be saved por him,” I babbled as we walked to our lockers.
“Babs,” Dick dicho and I continued to talk. “Babs!”
“What?” He just raised an eyebrow. “I was talking too much, wasn’t I?”
“Yep,” he dicho as we opened our lockers in unison. On the inside of my door was a picture of Robin with hearts all around it and Dick’s had nothing.
“Sorry, I guess that I forgot my de-rambling pill this morning,” I joked making him lightly chuckle. “Your locker is so bare. tu need to decorate it with a picture o something.”
“Okay,” he dicho slowly and took out the picture of us at the charity event from August from his wallet. In the picture I was wearing a short, esmeralda dress with a prom dress silhouette, hair in a fancy bun mostrando my corazón diamond earrings my dad got me for navidad last year. I was also wearing the diamond in crested ‘B’ collar that Dick got me for my birthday earlier this year. All Dick was wearing was a black suit with a bow tie and his favorite, fancy watch. He took one of my magnets and put the picture up.
“There,” he dicho smiling. “Satisfied?”
“Ecstatic,” I stated shutting my locker with my binder in my arms. “I can’t believe that tu still have that picture of us in your wallet. Didn’t I put that in there two months ago?”
“Yeah, but its good quality and we it was a fun event,” he shrugged closing his locker with his binder resting on his hip.
“Hey kids,” dicho a boy slightly shorter than me with blonde, short hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Will!” Dick exclaimed as they did a fancy pancy hand shake.
“I’ll leave tu two to your bromance,” I dicho walking over to my friend’s, Madeline’s, locker.
“Bromance?” She asked.
“Bromance,” I confirmed and together we walked to homeroom.

After four periods of boredom I was free for lunch. I grabbed my lunch from my locker and headed for the cafeteria. I set my lunch bag siguiente to Dick’s and sat down.
“Hey Babs,” he greeted.
“Hey Dick.”
“Barbara, I heard that tu graduated from the wallet to the locker,” Will slyly dicho averting Dick’s looks.
“I was the one that put the picture in his wallet and told him to decorate his locker. He was the one that moved it because I told him to,” I explained to Will.
“Sure,” he uttered unconvinced.
“It was the only picture that I had on hand,” Dick contributed.
“No, tu have plenty of pictures in that wallet of yours and it wasn’t on parte superior, arriba last time I checked,” Will pressed on.
“Touché,” I agreed.
“It’s just a picture not the constitution,” Dick retorted.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m a history nerd,” Will threw his hands back in surrender. “At least I’m not a math nerd.”
“Hey,” Dick and I exclaimed.
“Well, at least I’m not on the Mathletes team,” I shrugged.
“Thanks Babs. I really appreciate the support,” Dick sarcastically announced.
“Aw. Sorry, did I strike a nerve,” I dicho resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, tu did,” he fake cried and we all laughed. Soon Madeline joined us and we all sat there messing around like the best of friends we are. The only thing that stopped us was the feedback from the intercom.
“THIS IS A LOCKDOWN. I REPEAT THIS IS A LOCKDOWN, NOT A DRILL.”