I had random.org select a page for me and it went with page 9.
Maybe if I had known, I might have stayed inside with Mum and her new aromatherapy diffuser and her veggie toots and her comforting kind of weirdness.
But if I had, the world would have ended.
I’ll leave it to you to decide whether I made the right decision.
“I’ll see you later, Mum,” I said. And then I went out and saved the world.
Yesterday’s class was a doozy. I think Professor McCoy’s lucky that his blue fur covers his cheeks so we couldn’t see if he was blushing. LOL. Today we’ve got our first class wit She-Hulk, and I am very nervous to meet her. She’s only starred in… three of my fanfics??
I have to be cool. I can be cool. “Kamala Khan: She’s cool.” That’s what kids say about me. Yup.
I’m a little nervous about what lives in between rights and wrongs because what does that even mean?
I am NOT a superhero.
This was the only thought I could muster when a cupcake with fangs launched itself at my head.
“Evie, duck!” The voice rang out through the sugar-laced air. “And whatever you do, don’t stop filming!”
“I’m on it, boss!” I yelped. I bobbed out of the cupcake’s path and flung myself behind a counter, my tailbone colliding with the floor of previously pristine bakery Cake My Day. That floor had been a spotless expanse of ivory up ’til about fifteen minutes ago, when a posse of demons leapt through their portal of choice, assumed pastry form, and started acting like a bunch of assholes.
When we FINALLY got home I went to see Bernard and after a brief chat we decided that tomorrow EVERYTHING will change and I WILL get some actual friends and I WILL get voted to be something and I WILL be a complete success. AND I WILL have free biscuits. Probably. Bernard the guinea pig squeaked her approval and we both went to bed.