The Academy - High School Class 3B (Homeroom/Humanities)
For most people, each day was taken for granted. Not for Courtney. She had been as close to death as anybody could get, and she had survived. Beaten the odds. But now she was trapped in the future, and her family were... somewhere. They could be dead, a thought she pushed aside. She had survived, maybe they had too! Something in the back of her skull told her that she had survived by the skin of her teeth, and had needed a long time to heal. And she had been wearing the cosmic belt at the time. That was why she survived. Maybe Pat had been able to make it through, inside the shell of S.T.R.I.P.E. But her mother? Her stepbrother? They had no such protection.
She refused to accept it. They had survived! And she was going to rescue them! But first, she had to graduate high school...
She dressed. Just jeans and a t-shirt. Like a lot of her clothes, they were hand me downs. She had no money of her own, and while the JLA would have given her the very best of everything, they had vanished into who knows where. Her main source of everything was now thrift stores. And yes, you best believe that the popular mean girl types noticed, and never let a day go by without reminding her that she was just a poor little orphan girl. It was so infurating! Back in her own time, she had been the queen bee! And had never treated anybody with such disdain! Modern teenagers were just a bunch of entitled, selfish, brats!
She did not want to let it show, just how much it got to her. If they only knew her secret...
Today's t-shirt declared an affiliation or affection for something related to Star Wars, a sentiment she personally found horrifying. She had fought all sorts of evil entities with the JSA, but a war between planets... Why would anybody be remotely in favour of such a thing?
And what, exactly, was The Force? Maybe they meant the mysterious energy that powered the belt and the staff. Only Ted Knight really knew what that had been, and he had presumably died a very long time ago. She had always meant to find the time to ask him how he had made the staff, but things always kept getting in the way of that. Now she never could. Unless he left notes.
She added it to her mental to-do list.
She clutched her rucksack of books and other scholarly parephenalia, and headed out of the dorm, to the first class of the day. She was always early if she could manage it. It was better than being late, and doing the walk of shame. She found that a lot of what she had known was now totally obsolete, and tried to make up for her ignorance with hard study, and the appearance of eagerness. So far, with mixed results. Her knowledge of mathematics was coping, but she was in very serious danger of flunking history, science, and English lit. How could she be expected to cope with things that happened during years when she did not even exist, but everybody else had taken for granted? She received new shocks every day. The news that President Kennedy had been assassinated, this she knew. She remembered only a little of the time just before her time journey, but that she definitely could recall. But then learning that Robert Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr, and John Lennon had all died, all of them having been truly huge figures in the civil rights movement... it blew her mind. Especially John Lennon. She remembered him as the fresh faced and chirpy singer, who made all her schoolfriends scream every time he was on the TV. He sang happy pop songs. What happened to turn him into someone worthy of killing?
And that was only one of the multitude of weird things that had confronted her in the twenty first century. Computers... smart phones... and all the nudity everywhere! Girls younger than her now dressed in a way that would have caused a riot in 1964. And despite peer pressure, she had yet to chance it. True, her Stargirl outfit displayed her midriff, but this was from necessity, as the powerful aura from the cosmic belt tended to make fabric catch fire during a particularly powerful energy discharge. The first time it happened, she came close to turning herself, and much of the room she was in, into an inferno. But other than that, the outfit kept her modestly covered.
She reached the classroom, and went right on in...
BANG!!!
It was exactly like a gunshot going off. She reacted instantly, with the instincts of a prepared superhero. Her rucksack leaped from her hands, and she dived for cover under a desk. She turned to confront whatever had fired the shot, only to see a trash can rolling about on the floor... what the... oh wonderful! Another joke at her expense, and it wasn't even out of first period yet. Today was getting to a truly superb start.
She crawled out from under the desk, and tried to get her heart to stop making attempts to leap out of her chest. She picked up her bag, and flopped into a chair. She took a deep breath, and opened the lid of the desk...