“Lizzy,” I alisema knocking on her door. The door opened up to reveal a girl in a wheelchair. She had black hair with lavender highlights, and zumaridi, zamaradi green eyes. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black t-shit that alisema Batman saved my life.
“Salem, come in. to what do I own the pleasure.”
“I wanted to ask wewe for some advice.”
“Let’s head to my room. Dad me and Salem will be in my room ok.”
“Ok, hi Salem.”
“Hello Mr.Robinson,” I alisema following Lizzy. Walking into her room wewe could tell how different we are. While my room had bare walls her walls were covered in posters of super heroes, manly Robin. She called herself a shabiki girl. I called her weird.
“You don’t look well.”
“I hurt my ankle and I have a minor concussion.”
“ Sit down,” she ordered me. “Let me see your ankle.” I put it on her lap. She put her hands on either side of it and stared at it. Her eyes glowed sapphire blue and the pain went away. “Now about the concussion.” I put my head in her lap and she did the same thing. “Now what did wewe want my advice on?” I told everything that had happened. “You got to met Robin and wewe didn’t get an autograph for me.”
“I was to busy trying to escape.”
“But wewe know how much I upendo him.”
“Back to the matter on hand…”
“You should join.”
“Even though I’m a thief.”
“How many times have we talked about how awesome it would be to be a superhero.”
“More times than I can count.” “Here’s your chance to be one” she thought about it for a sekunde then said, “If wewe don’t do it for yourself at least do it for me.” She gave me her puppy dog look.
“Ok.”
“Good now we need to make a few changes to your costume.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“You need a mask.” She wheeled over to her closet and pulled out a box. Looking into it I saw it was full of the masks she had used when she did cosplaying. I looked around for another option. Seeing a black scarf I wrapped it around my head so it would look like a ninja mask.
“Will this work?”
“I guess so.”
“So are we done?”
“Not yet. You’ll need a superhero name. It must describe you. I mean Batman is dressed like a big bat and Green Arrow wears green and uses arrows.”
“So what should my hero name be?”
“Hermes was the Greek god of thieves.”
“I don’t look like a Hermes. I mean I should have winged shoes if I was Hermes.”
“Mercury was the roman name for Hermes.”
“Still doesn’t sound right.” We thought about it for a few minutes.
“I’ve got it wewe can be Quick Silver.”
“That is another name for mercury and I’m wearing silver.”
“So it’s settled. Team Quick Silver all the way.”
“Wait what team?”
“You, Epsilon, and me. wewe have mad fighting skills, Epsilon is a master hacker, though not as good as Robin, and I’m an expert when it comes to superheroes and villains. wewe could call me your Muse. Plus wewe need someone to help wewe with your people skills.”
“I have good people skill.”
“If kwa good wewe mean kicking someone butt just because they looked at wewe funny then yes wewe have great people skill.”
“You’re my friend right.”
“That was a fluke.”
“I can’t talk wewe out of it, can I?”
“No.”
“Then I guest we’re team Quick Silver.”
“Yes, let me download some files onto Epsilon.” She hooked Epsilon up with her computer and copied a group of files on to her.
“2 hours,” I exclaimed kusoma how long it will take, “what are we to do for 2 hours?”
“I got some new mood nail polish.”

2 hours, 1/4 for a bottle of nail polish, 30 nails, and five visits from Danny, Lizzy’s annoying little brother, later the download was done. “Now Epsilon has my complete maktaba of superheroes and villains. All of my knowledge at the tip of your finger.”
“And not a moment too soon,” I alisema picking Epsilon up and heading out of Lizzy’s room.
“Wait wewe should wear these gloves,” Lizzy alisema handing me a pair of silver gloves, “you wouldn’t want to ruin your pink nails.”
“Thanks. I’ll see wewe at school Monday.”

“You’re later.”
“Not all of us of jet-powered cars,” I alisema walking up to Batman.
“Have wewe thought about my offer?”
“Yes.”
“And what is your answer?”
“Yes.”
“Good Miss Salem.” How does he know my name? Duh, he’s the Batman.
“Please call me Quick Silver.”
“Ok, Quick Silver. Robin will onyesha wewe the way to the Zata tube.”
“Come right this,” Robin alisema gesturing for me to follow. I looked back behind me. The days of black and white were gone. It was time for me to start a new chapter in my life, for myself and team Quick Silver. I followed after Robin.


The End