Saint Joseph School

C'mon, get up. I need to get up. I'm right here, and there are people right there who want me to get up. Seriously, don't be so lazy, get up.

It's a hospital bed. It's not -that- comfortable. If I get up soon, they won't have to force as much hospital food down to get me moving again. Come on, it ...

Casey slowed to a walk as his apartment building came into sight. It had been a nice day. He got to hang with friends, hung out with a couple people he didn’t know that well, even got let out a little early from detention. He still had no idea what was going on with his family, but he was getting ...

I thought today was going to be a boring day. Got up, did the running thing, did the summer school thing, stayed out later than I thought doing the hero thing. Not late enough.

“It’s hard to explain, son. Maybe it’s impossible to explain. But we have to go.” Hard to explain doesn’t even begin to ...

One of these days, you’re going to pull something, and someone’s actually going to get hurt. Casey recalled the dispute as he appeared in the middle of the unoccupied dorm room. He figured on having at least an hour this time, with a virtual guarantee of no interruption. And if he was interrupted ...

Casey strode into Conrads’ office looking a bit piqued, closing the door carefully behind him before sitting down. Conrads studied him over his coffee mug. “Good afternoon, Casey.” Casey paused, then shrugged. “I presume you know what this is about?”

“Uh… actually, no, not really. I mean, Que… Joao ...

Tuesday, July 7

“I don’t think I’ve felt this terrible… ever.” Casey lurched into the apartment, sweating but feeling cold. His brother Kevin hopped up and was next to him in seconds, slipping an arm around his lower back for support.

“Easy, Case. What’d you do to yourself?”

“Dunno, man. I just ...

Monday, July 6

Simple systems are the best systems. One meant all clear. Two meant someone was coming. Three meant it was a student. Four meant it was faculty. Five meant abort, they found out somehow and there are a lot of authority figures coming our way.

“One.” Arlina’s voice sounded softly ...

Thursday, July 1.

Casey woke up feeling oddly refreshed. The dreams hadn’t been as bad last night. He’d only gotten about six hours, but he still felt great. He snapped up out of bed, going about his morning routine with more vigor than he’d felt… ever, that he remembered.

Everything felt easy. As ...

Update: June 30th.

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The early light of dawn was barely visible around the edges of the window shade when Casey woke up. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, yawned, started over, and then rolled out of bed with hardly a sound. He never even set his alarm anymore. His body knew ...

Casey nodded, a little dazed, and shook Mal's hand. "Thanks... good game, dude."

Casey flinched when the darkness came over the court, and stood there a moment, waiting, hoping this was part of some kind of plan on the part of his team. He heard the ball sweep through the net, blinked, and as the darkness faded, looked up at the scoreboard, and then down at the ball bouncing off ...

Casey sat on the edge of a roof, legs dangling over a two-storey drop, watching the moat that surrounded the Ziggurat. It was huge, imposing, and even from where he sat he could hear the sounds of an alarm signifying some kind of disturbance inside. He stayed put, knowing if there was a call ...

Casey nods, slightly reluctant. "Alright, dude, let's get this over with."

The two run through the passing exercises. To start, Casey is a little clumsy and obviously out of practice, but by the end he is managing the simple routines decently well.

He glances to the others, looking a bit sheepish ...

Casey shrugged. "I'm not totally sure they're wrong, dude. I mean, as a mundane player, I might be alright, but if they're honing using their powers, I'd kinda rather make sure we've got ours up to snuff too... But alright. You're the captain. And you totally get to say you told me so when we win."

Casey jogged in silence. He felt the slight burn he always did after sitting through classes hour after hour, but twenty-five laps wasn't nearly as far as the jog home, and he doubted he would even be breathing hard by the end.

He idly considered how much actual running he'd be doing during the ...