Room 326, Saturday Evening
Lyta thought she had done fairly well for herself that day, making sure she had even had healthy breakfast and a healthy lunch out of the refrigerator she handwavily bought last week. Sammiches weren't her favorite food, and she'd had to cut off her own crusts, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. Even that wierd PsiCorps lady she remembered from her childhood couln't screw up peanut butter and jelly.
Digging through the drawers in her desk, she found colored pencils and paper. The dorm room was now littered with pieces of paper. Each sheet had a drawing on it of what she saw in her mind -- some were pretty, some weren't. She was still laying across the rug on her belly, drawing to her heart's content. This image, however, was of her hero, the Silver Specter, fighting alongside her boyfriend the Gray Ghost. Lyta giggled. Specter was so 'phisticated that way. Or at least, that's what Lyta's Corps babysitter used to say. Course, she also used to say a lot of things Lyta wasn't supposed to repeat. Oooh.
She scrambled up to sit on her knees. There! Her picture was done. Lyta thought it was a very good likeness, though anyone looking at it would see something just above a stick figure with eyes, mask, hat, and cape. There was a mouth, but it was a single red line, and the Specter's hair were brownish spirals swirling out from under her hat. It was very cool that her hero had red hair, too!
Lyta furrowed her brow. Why couldn't she be a super hero, too? She had all these cool 'bilities and she could be just as much a hero as the Silver Specter and the Gray Ghost. But, as with her morning viewing, she wondered where she would get the cape and hat....until she remembered her trunk. She really hadn't used it all that much since unpacking the first few days. What could she find waaay down under there?
She rushed over to the trunk and tossed the folded laundry into the floor, ripping into the container. Her eyes grew wide. This was perfect! Hurriedly, she changed into the oversized 1940s style dress and the too-big shoes. For a mask, she found a silk scarf and tied it around her head with another giggle. Nobody would recognize her now! She added the wide brim felt hat with a flourish.
"Stand back, bystander! I'll take care of this!" she charged bravely. She clodded out of the door and down the hall, quite the sight to anyone above the age of 10. She thought she looked mah-velous!
Digging through the drawers in her desk, she found colored pencils and paper. The dorm room was now littered with pieces of paper. Each sheet had a drawing on it of what she saw in her mind -- some were pretty, some weren't. She was still laying across the rug on her belly, drawing to her heart's content. This image, however, was of her hero, the Silver Specter, fighting alongside her boyfriend the Gray Ghost. Lyta giggled. Specter was so 'phisticated that way. Or at least, that's what Lyta's Corps babysitter used to say. Course, she also used to say a lot of things Lyta wasn't supposed to repeat. Oooh.
She scrambled up to sit on her knees. There! Her picture was done. Lyta thought it was a very good likeness, though anyone looking at it would see something just above a stick figure with eyes, mask, hat, and cape. There was a mouth, but it was a single red line, and the Specter's hair were brownish spirals swirling out from under her hat. It was very cool that her hero had red hair, too!
Lyta furrowed her brow. Why couldn't she be a super hero, too? She had all these cool 'bilities and she could be just as much a hero as the Silver Specter and the Gray Ghost. But, as with her morning viewing, she wondered where she would get the cape and hat....until she remembered her trunk. She really hadn't used it all that much since unpacking the first few days. What could she find waaay down under there?
She rushed over to the trunk and tossed the folded laundry into the floor, ripping into the container. Her eyes grew wide. This was perfect! Hurriedly, she changed into the oversized 1940s style dress and the too-big shoes. For a mask, she found a silk scarf and tied it around her head with another giggle. Nobody would recognize her now! She added the wide brim felt hat with a flourish.
"Stand back, bystander! I'll take care of this!" she charged bravely. She clodded out of the door and down the hall, quite the sight to anyone above the age of 10. She thought she looked mah-velous!