X, Y and Z - Xeric

Summary: Three dabbles relating to things that begin with the last three letters of the Alphabet.

Story one: Xeric – Wally remembers Bialya.

Beta: By the always wonderful youngjusticefanatic! Thank you!

Word Count: about 482 words

Authors note: Trying get out of a funk, and I want a story for every letter of the alphabet. And guess what? Turns out that the letter X was easiest to find and right… Who would have thought?

Does anyone even read this? Anyways I was wondering, would you guys rather have something sooner and have to wait for more or wait now and get more (all of it) later? I have a large part of chapter two, done and the perfect spot to stop and post. I have a large part to go and I have hit writers block, so do you want what I have now or to wait it out?

Story a Day!

Xeric (adj.) - dry or desert-like conditions; having very little moisture.

Wally glared at the picture in his textbook before turning his gaze back to the teacher. Of course, they would be studying Bialya in his History class. The red-head dug his pen into the margins of his of his notebook, scribbling a line of blue. Personally, Wally could spend the rest of his life without hearing, seeing or knowing anything more about Bialya. The line morphed into a lightning bolt and the doodle grew into the flash logo.

"Mr. West." A voice broke through the teens thoughts.

"Yeah?" Wally asked, jumping slightly at the sudden interruption. The sound of laughter echoed around the classroom.

The teacher tutted in disapproval, "Mr. West I know my lectures are not very exciting but the very least you could do is pay attention."

"I'm listening!" The teen defended.

The Woman eyed him with disbelief, "Then what did I just say about Bialya's climate?" she asked.

The fastest boy tried to shake off the sudden feeling of the sun's rays bleeding into his cloths. The memories of a dehydrated, dying Aqualad flashed before his eyes. His mouth went dry at the thought, and his tongue felt like sand paper. Wally swallowed dryly, remembering the scorching heat and endless sand of Bialya.

"Xeric." The teacher announced, sounding as if she just proved a point.

Wally was forced back to reality, to be met by the smug look of his history teacher.

"Bialya is an Xeric nation meaning it is a dry, desert like country that gets very little moister." She continued. "I would recommend writing that down Mr. West, you never know when it is going to be on a test."

Wally fought the urge to roll his eyes, and pretended to scribble down the information. "Yeah," Wally muttered to himself; the pen broke through the first layer of paper, ripping into the piece below it. "Xeric."