Writing Exercise, Donuts and Mountains

Forewarning, the following is a combination of a scene for my Jr. Team comicbook series and a writing exercise from my Writing club, in which we had to include mention of both donuts and mountains. Don't ask me why, because I have no clue, but here we go.

“We cannot seriously be doing this.” Sean stated flatly. Around him, the Wave Two recruits were making themselves at home in the ‘borrowed’ Eagle transport. Up in the pilot’s seat, Lizzy and Jamal had successfully hacked the flight controls, slipping out under the Houston Center’s security grid and guiding the airborne ship towards Colorado.

“Dude! Live a little!” Emily laughed at him. The speedster was laying across two seats with her feet propped up on an armrest. “If we can’t break the Organization’s rules as teens, what hope is there for us as adults?”

“The Demon’s gotta point, Whiskers.” Isha pointed out, taking a seat in her human form. Sean’s tail twitched in annoyance, but the boy reluctantly went and sat as well.

“Hey!” Jamal called down from the cockpit. “Anybody want to pull over for snackage before we hit the mountains?”

“Ooh! We should totally get pizza! Or ice cream. Or donuts!” Emily suggested. Juan glanced at her.

“You’ve got about a hundred other options running through your head right now, don’t you?”

“What’d you do, read my mind?”

“I don’t have to be telepathic to do that, Em. As for food, I don’t really care. Bryce?”

“Hey, I already ate, and my powers don’t let me digest any faster than a regular human. No preference here.”

“What about you, Laura?” The fire elemental looked up from her window seat, where she’d been watching the Texan city turn into open land and drop away.

“Uh... Donuts sound good.” She said quietly.

“Didja hear that, Prankster?” Emily called to the front.

“Loud and clear, Speed Demon!” Jamal called back. “Thunderbird here says she knows a place. It’s a little out of our way, but definitely worth it!”

“And just which one of us is going to walk into a store and get donuts?” Sean grumbled.

“Whoever has the money.” Isha pointed out. She reached into a hidden pocket on her Hardcore costume and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. And promptly dropped it into Sean’s lap.

“I vote the Leonine Boy.” She said smugly. Emily hooted in amusement, nodding vigorously, while Juan and Bryce both laughed. Laura just smiled, her flaming hair dancing a little higher, and up front, Lizzy and Jamal demanded to know what had happened.

“The Rockies better be worth this.” Sean growled.

Later...

“Two Texas sized donuts, please.” Mickey Malson gulped as the cat-boy slammed his money onto the counter of Round Rock donuts. The claws were scary enough, but the dangerous glint in his eyes set the man’s nerves on edge. He quickly filled out the order, handing over the two boxes and change gingerly. Nervous as he was, Mickey couldn’t help but watch the superhuman stalk out of the store, especially when a girl flew down on a cloud, grabbed him by the back of his jacket, and whisked the both of them up and out of sight.