Mina Claret had done two notable things this summer. One, she had become a supervillain. And two, she had gotten a part-time job. She guessed she was kind of a part-time supervillain, too, or maybe a supervillain in training. She hadn't done a whole lot of supervillaining, at least, not on purpose, but she had a cool name and a cool cape. Cloak? It had a hood, did that make it a cloak? She was not actually sure. It also was warm and had pockets. Supervillain Mina was very practical.
Regular Mina was, unfortunately, also very practical. Hence the summer job. If she told people she worked at the Infinity Gym, it sounded impressive. People were very impressed. This was probably because they assumed she was some sort of kickboxweightlifting instructor. This was not the case. Mina considered a full milk jug to be weightlifting. She was pretty well acquainted with kicking boxes, though, because they kept falling over back by the dumpster.
Mostly, Mina cleaned things. Gyms needed a lot of cleaning. So, she wandered around with a rag and a squirty bottle of... stuff. She had not asked what was in the squirty bottle, but it could not be worse than whatever else she was squirting it on. People, Mina had learned, were gross.
Her parents had been worried that Mina would... she was not sure what they were worried about, exactly, only that it seemed to involve the men's locker room. Mina had informed them that the quickest way to lose any interest whatsoever was to clean the men's locker room. Also, the women's locker room. People. Were. Gross.
Also, she frequently informed patrons that she was seventeen, actually, and was considering whether she should get a nametag that said that. "Hi My Name Is: Mina And I'm Seventeen You Gross Human." Gross in a different way than machine sweat gross.
But whatever, it was pocket money, and she got to buy all the new albums now, and no one cared if she listened to them at work. Her parents had made some comments about saving for college, but they were not nearly as fun to listen to as music.
Another patron wandered off, and Mina entered the room once again, armed with squirty bottle and humming along to the music. Not singing, though. Not that she couldn't. Just that those lyrics were definitely going to get her fired. And then she'd be down to only one accomplishment for the summer, and...
...Well, the supervillain thing still needed work. And the pay was awful.
Regular Mina was, unfortunately, also very practical. Hence the summer job. If she told people she worked at the Infinity Gym, it sounded impressive. People were very impressed. This was probably because they assumed she was some sort of kickboxweightlifting instructor. This was not the case. Mina considered a full milk jug to be weightlifting. She was pretty well acquainted with kicking boxes, though, because they kept falling over back by the dumpster.
Mostly, Mina cleaned things. Gyms needed a lot of cleaning. So, she wandered around with a rag and a squirty bottle of... stuff. She had not asked what was in the squirty bottle, but it could not be worse than whatever else she was squirting it on. People, Mina had learned, were gross.
Her parents had been worried that Mina would... she was not sure what they were worried about, exactly, only that it seemed to involve the men's locker room. Mina had informed them that the quickest way to lose any interest whatsoever was to clean the men's locker room. Also, the women's locker room. People. Were. Gross.
Also, she frequently informed patrons that she was seventeen, actually, and was considering whether she should get a nametag that said that. "Hi My Name Is: Mina And I'm Seventeen You Gross Human." Gross in a different way than machine sweat gross.
But whatever, it was pocket money, and she got to buy all the new albums now, and no one cared if she listened to them at work. Her parents had made some comments about saving for college, but they were not nearly as fun to listen to as music.
Another patron wandered off, and Mina entered the room once again, armed with squirty bottle and humming along to the music. Not singing, though. Not that she couldn't. Just that those lyrics were definitely going to get her fired. And then she'd be down to only one accomplishment for the summer, and...
...Well, the supervillain thing still needed work. And the pay was awful.
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