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Smallville was small and boring, yet, for the past month, it was the only thing I had to call home ever since my real home was lost to me. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. So being told by Kal that I was moving to Jasper, Nevada, to live with the Danvers for ‘the safety of ma, pa, and you’ was life-shattering; I just got connected with my cousin again, learning only a handful of the earth customs and now I'm being separated from him again? It's already bad enough that the baby I held in my arms, babysat, and changed diapers is already about to be in his early 30s while I'm stuck being 18.

I shook my head, wanting to shake all the negative thoughts out of my mind, as I brought my hands up, wiping the tears that threatened to fall. While begrudgingly walking around the barren room grabbing the last bit of my clothes and stuffing them into the moving box. My hands slightly shake while grabbing the tape only to hear a knock on the door, eyes moving upwards to see who was entering my room.

“(y/n), are you doing okay?” The warm, familiar voice rang in my ears as Kal walked inside, closing the door behind him. “I heard sniffling all the way from the barn; I just wanted to check up.”

Glancing away, not wanting to see him eye to eye, gripping the box's wings, Fingers breaking through the thick cardboard, damaging the box, making it hard to close for later on. “Fine, I'm fine.”

Lying through my teeth, my bottom lip quivering as I tried to hide the combination of emotions that boiled inside. Anger, sadness, frustration, a swirl of thoughts and feelings form inside me, waiting to explode. There is silence between us, a long, agonizingly quiet silence that would make even a monk feel awkward. It's getting harder and harder to calm my breathing down and try not to let the stinging of my tear ducts fall like a broken down. The top row of teeth dig into my bottom lip, trying to keep my mouth shut, afraid to let out a cry or a burst of regrettable anger.

Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. Neither of us spoke nor made coherent eye contact, so I closed my eyes, hoping that he would walk out so I could vent my anger and cry or something. Only to feel muscular arms wrapping around my back, pressing my face against Kal's chest. One hand rubbed my back while the other moved to my head, gently petting it. He didn't have to speak. He was clearly trying to comfort me, letting my head rest against him.

“Why can't I stay? I can fight, protect Mr. and Mrs. Kent. It's not fair that I have to leave; I just reunited with you,” my voice muttered. I felt small as I moved my head upwards. Red irritated eyes met his sad but stern gaze, which slowly turned soft before he let out a sigh.

“It's not that simple, (y/n). I know you can fight, and you're strong. But you're just not ready for what comes with the title of hero, not ready to face society.” My lips twisted downwards in a scowl, my eyebrows pinched. Of course, he still sees me as some kid. “I'm 18 years old, Kal. Mrs. Kent said you were younger than me when you started fighting crime.”

“I understand you want to do good, protect the innocent, and do what I do for the world, but you can barely control your powers or emotions. That's a dangerous combination; you've only been on Earth for two months. You need to be more.” He never finished his sentence; what he wanted me to be is clear. He wanted me to be like him, human. Pulling myself away from him as I stared at the ground, silence shrouded around us once more, only for him to try to change the mood by switching topics.

“The Danvers are nice people; in fact, Mrs. Danvers, Aunt Eliza, is Ma's sister. So, being adopted by them, you would technically be my cousin on paper.” The last set of words he spoke made my eyebrow twitch before I glared at him. I wanted to argue over what he said, but I just let it go. Starting a fight wouldn't get me out of moving.

“I guess, but Nevada? 19 hours away?” The question was answered with a reassuring smile as he picked up my Damaged box with clothes. “It may be far, but I promise you we won't lose touch.” It was the end of our conversation as he opened the door and walked out of my room. I close the door behind him, walk back, and lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling. All I can do is wait till the night is over and face the troublesome thought of tomorrow.

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The bright, shining 6:00 a.m. Sun shone brightly on my face, unpleasantly stirring me awake. Limbs and hips twisted in bed, cracking the stiffness from my joints before relaxing again, not wanting to get up, wishing for sleep to drag me back into its warm embrace.

Only the agonizing voice of the alarm that was set for the ungodly hour rang; a groan of irritation rumbled from my throat as I lifted my arm and slammed my fist on the clock, shattering it.

“Damn thing,” I muttered, and sluggishly got out of bed. Walking to the bathroom past the mirror, just to notice how messy my hair was, the nasty feeling of oil that glimmered and lined my scalp as I prepped myself for a shower.

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Exiting the steamy bathroom in a fresh pair of blue jean shorts, a red flannel top that belonged to Martha, all tied together with black vans, and slightly damp hair. Looking around the empty room, just the furniture. The rush of feeling went through me, yet I must at least be optimistic. Slow steps to the end of the bed where my backpack sits, filled with some precious items I wanted close to me. Too priceless to let travel in a box without me.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I left the room and headed downstairs. The smell of Mrs. Martha's big country breakfast filled the air, and my stomach rumbled just from the scent as I rushed in. Quickly grabbing a plate of food, loading it with bacon, eggs, and pancakes, almost missing the sound of Martha's soft chuckle.

“My, you must be hungry, child. Clark was like that when he was a youngster.” Side-eyeing Kal for a second, seeing as his plates were filled to the brim with food like a mountain.

“Was?” I questioned, amused by the glare he gave me in response

“Haha, very funny.”

Smirking as I munched down on the food on my plate, I felt normal and peaceful, almost as I finished the last morsel of food, grabbing the dirty dish before Mrs. Kent's frail hands could. I smiled as I watched her get huffy like a grandma wanting to spoil the grandkids.

Dipping the dish in the warm, crisp sink water as I scrub the sticky syrup and the slight grease of the meat. Lost in the quiet of my mind, which will soon be filled with wild, loud thoughts. Ones that are hard to scrub and wash away with a single cleanse.

“That was great as always, ma. But I think it's time for (y/n) and me to get going. It's a long flight to Nevada.” Ah, right, I almost forgot I had to leave in that short time. My shoulders slumped over in imaginary exhaustion from sitting in a car for 19 hours or carrying a big U-Haul truck above our heads to Nevada.

“Well, before you two go, I want to give (y/n) something; come with me, dear.” Martha gently grabbed my hand, walking us to a room-separated room, in ‘private,’ hopeful Kal won't peek in or listen from far away. Perking an eyebrow as I watch Martha walk to her closet and pull out a white box.

Those same ones you would find in clothing stores to box clothes up as a gift. I squinted, trying to sneak a peek with an X-ray, but Mrs. Kent was smart, for she covered whatever it was inside with lead. I let my body relax as I watched her hold the box to her chest before walking back to me.

“I made this for you with a special material I had to get from 'higher up.' I hope you like it.” She finished the sentence by slowly giving me the box and grabbing it from her hands. I was stopped just as I was about to slip the lid off.

“Don't open it here, dear. Clark will be upset if he knows.”

“Why, what is it?”

She only smiled at me with a mischievous glint. “You'll know, now go before he gets suspicious.”

Smiling with a slight chuckle, I walked out of the room with the box close to my chest till I got to my bag and shoved it in there, trying not to break anything as I rushed out the door. Kal standing under the sun, hands on his hips, waiting as I leap off the porch. Bag on my back, trying to avoid the glance he gave to my bag.

Looking around the yard, porch, even where they park the trucks, “Where's my stuff?”

“I took your stuff over there yesterday and last night.”

“So, how are we going to get there?”

A smirk was all I was given as he hovered off the ground, extending a hand to me with a big smile that matched mine.

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“Wooooohooooo!!!”

The wind in my hair, the wind messing with my clothes as I fly in the clouds, Kal just laughing in the background. The feeling may be fleeting, but it was freeing. Holding on to the straps that hugged my Shoulders tight as I did little Twirls in the sky, playing with the clouds.

“Careful now, don't want to drop anything.” I just rolled my eyes, wanting to enjoy the feeling of flying; I'm delighted I could do this. It took me off the pain of having to move from the pain of the past. At least for now, I can just enjoy the moment. Closing my eyes, just letting my body flow with the current wind, as I felt the back of my shirt get lifted up in a tight grip, pulling my whole body upwards.

“Hey!”

“You're sinking past the clouds; stay hidden.” Rolling my eyes and huffing as I fly beside him, irritated, but I wasn't going to let that change my mood. In fact, I'm starting to change my mind about this whole move. Maybe this will be great. I'll probably get away with a lot of stuff I couldn't on the Kent Farm.

I looked down at the ground and saw a sign: ‘Welcome to Jasper, Nevada.’ Just as the smile on my face slowly dimmed a little, grimacing as I saw that the town was small and just as Bleak as Smallville.

Oh God, is this going to be as bad as Smallville? There's barely anything to do here. But what did I expect? It's a small town in a desert area. Irritation turned into mischievous thoughts. Then that meant I could use my powers without Kal watching over me like a hawk and telling me no. I love you, cousin, but this move went from the Worst thing to happen to the best thing!

Town buildings got few until we flew over nothing but sand. It was an hour till we reached some vegetation and farmland.
Hovering above extensive farmland. With cattle and other animals, the garden is lush with life and vegetation. Like a giant monopoly, they must be the town's primary food source. Hopefully, my room will be big.

“Alright, we're here.”

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Kal’s words went in one ear and out the other. My attention was glued to the few cows I hovered over. Their big, beady brown eyes and jaws move as they chew on grass and angle their heads closer to the sky at me, curious as to why I was there, trying to take a sniff.

“(y/n)!”

“Huh?!” My head whipped around to see Kal standing on the ground, arms crossed against his broad chest as he pushed up his fake glasses.

“Come on, we do not want to keep them waiting.”

“Oh yeah, right,” I muttered, floating away from the cows to the dirt road as I jogged after him on the driveway. Taking the time to enjoy the scenery a bit more before checking out what the house looked like from inside. I only caught up to him and stepped onto their wooden porch. I watched as he knocked on the door, and we waited.

I fidget with my hands, looking at everything that wasn't the door, giving me time to inspect the house I will live in for a while. It was nice. It was painted a bright lemon yellow with a warm beige roof and white trim on the doors and windows. The two-story house could be three, depending on how big the attic looks on the outside.

Just as I was about to wander to the side, the front door opened to reveal a light olive-skinned woman in her mid-50s, probably 57. She had mostly grey hair that overtook her blond strands, and blue eyes. She was a little chubbier, but not as much as Mrs. Kent, and was wearing a cute old fashion farm dress.

“Oh, you made it—” she gasped dramatically, walking towards me, grabbing my face and squishing my cheeks together. “Oh, just look at you! So precious! We are so excited to have you here. I hope you can see us as your next Ma and Pa because we already see you as a daughter.”

I side-eyed Kal before I looked back at her again. “Uh, yeah,” was the best I could say as I felt her take her hands off my face and start to guide us into her house. She came off a little too strong for my liking and way too eager to be called ‘ma and pa.’ A title I'm not even close to ready to give out for free.

The house is cute, though, with floral wallpaper and cluttered walls. But the furniture and appliances look top-of-the-line. Yeah, they definitely have money to spend. It's just those two; I see no pictures of grandkids or even kids in general. So that's why she desperately wants me to be her daughter.

“With your cousin's help, we made up your room in the attic. He said you would have loved the 'vibe' of it.” Her words seemed to knock me out of my thoughts. I nodded in acknowledgement and hummed, looking up at the staircase as Mrs. Eliza and Kal returned to talking before clearing my throat a little, breaking the small talk between them.

“Well, actually, I was thinking of exploring the town a little bit, you know, seeing how far I need to get from here to the school,” I spoke up, awkward but confident, as I looked between Kal and my new guardian, Eliza. Kal looked at me with a straight face as if in deep thought, only to hear Eliza's hands clapping for the smile brimming on her face.

“Oh, that's a great idea. You'll need to know how to get around the area. Oh, why don't you go with her, Clark? At least to the town. A few more moments of cousin bonding before you return to the metropolis!” Eliza exclaimed, almost excited for me to explore. “And while you're gone, I can clean up your room a little bit more and make you something to eat,” she started to spew on as I gently set my backpack down next to a coat rack, taking my phone out. When I stood up, I was suddenly pushed out of the front door with Kal in a hurry.

Looking back at her, she waved goodbye like we were leaving for school and closed the door behind us. Kal and I side-eyed each other before he rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling with the tiniest of smiles.

“Well, we better start walking,” he said with a cheery voice as if he wasn't going through a tired dad meltdown a second ago. I watched him walk away as I stared at the back of his head with a perplexed face before rolling my eyes and jogging behind him.

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“Ugh.” That was the 10th groan I let out on a 30-minute walk, and we still haven't reached the town. I can tell that all my moaning and whining were getting on his nerves. The fact that made me smile like a kid, wanting him to give in so we could just fly or run to town. I returned to throwing my head to the side as I was about to grow again, only to be stopped by his voice.

“I know what you're doing, and it's a no.”

"That's not fair. We flew all the way here. It's going to take a century to get into this town!"

"Actually, it will take two hours and thirty minutes,” He said as if it was nothing.

Immediately, I stopped in my tracks and stared at the back of his head, eyes almost blown out of their sockets as my hands went through my hair. He probably could hear that I had stopped walking as he turned around and raised an eyebrow at me, the wind running between us.

“You're joking about that time, right? Why can't we just run or fly to town? It's the best Time Saver!” My voice danced through the trees that were fewer and fewer with each step we took, starting to transform from a luscious Greenery to an Orange sandy desert. I hear him sigh through his nose, his hand running through his hair before he turns to look at me.

“I don't know why you're acting like I didn't automatically unlock all of my Powers at once when I got out of my pod. I was stuck in orbit around sun, stuck in stasis lock for over 20 years I was absorbing pure energy kal”

“That's not the point (y/n), it's not what you have that can handle the power of it. Now tell me exactly what you can control, and then I'll think about it.”

“flight, super speed, X-ray vision, and super hearing," I said with a smirk, only to falter when Kal made an error buzzer noise from his mouth.

“EEEH! Wrong, your hearing will go haywire when you go to school.”

“Okay, so three.” I puff out my chest as my shoulders slump over, tired of this conversation. "It's still enough to get to the town.”

“That's not the point-”

“Then what is and don't say to keep my powers in line because Ms Kent said that you use your powers all the time to get to school.”

His mouth opened to counterattack, but closed again, checkmate. He was right where I wanted him. I watched his shoulders slump down in defeat before he gave me a gentle smile. “Okay, you got me there. It doesn't hurt to use your abilities, and they get to places.”

“Race you there!” he quickly said as he turned around and started running towards the town, at light speed, sending sand in the air.

“No fair!” I said, running after him, leaving behind my own sandstorm.

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The Run couldn't have lasted longer than 10 seconds as my vans scraped on the sandy, hard ground. I could have run past the town and into a new state if it wasn't for Kal's arm stretched out, hitting against my chest like a parent scared of a child flying out the car window.

“Ugh!” grunting as I doubled over on his arm, hair flailing about and covering my face like a veil, the impact knocking the wind out of my lungs.

“You need to pay more attention, you could have revealed yourself” I rolled my eyes as I pushed The hair out of my face and pulling away from his arm fixing my clothes I can hear him in the background trying to lecture me as I just block out the noise looking around the town barely trees uncomfortably warm but it's kind of cute almost cozy.

My eyes scanned around, seeing that we were behind a building, convenient that running this way sent us to some form of privacy. My feet moved without any thought about walking onto the sidewalk, hands behind my back, ready to use his credit card, waiting patiently in his wallet. Wandering off to explore just to get yanked back.

Kal’s slightly stern gaze locked into my bored, annoyed eyes. No matter how tired I was of this need to lecture and teach me, I didn't cause a scene when he yanked me closer to him as if making sure we couldn't be heard from behind the building.

“Remember, in public don't-”

“Yes, yes, I know. Don't use my powers; I'm not a kid, Kal,” I interrupted his sentence with a twang of annoyance.

”And call me Clark in public.” The silence between us was intense and tense. If one wrong word was said between us, it could start an argument. Yet somehow, the air slowly eased into a comforting, reassuring feeling as his eyes softened and his body relaxed. Like he was proud, I watched him dig into his pocket to pull out his wallet, and out came a credit card. His lips curved in a slight smirk as he handed me the card.

“This is your card. I got it made and filled with," he paused, an action that caused me to raise a brow, "help from a good friend." He made a hand motion at my back pocket, making me pull my phone out from the back pocket of my shorts and hand it to him. I leaned in to see him download a bank app, add my account, and then gave it back to me.

"holy shit, 50,000?! Who did you rob?!"

"I didn't rob anybody; it's an allowance from a good friend of mine. To keep getting this big of an allowance, you need to get good grades, and these are his words: 'Don't do anything to make him come after you.'" I did not like how his 'friend' practically thinks im some criminal struggling to reform, but I did love the money. It must be some rich dude cuz Kal could never with his reporter job. The thought banged in my mind as I stuffed the card in my front pocket.

"Sounds easy enough," I said while searching through the bank app to find my username and password. Thumbs rush on the screen to change them. My response made him roll his eyes and chuckle softly before patting my head, my eyes looking up at him.

“Well, I'd better get going; I have work tomorrow. I trust that you can find yourself around," removing his hand from my head, leaving my hair ruffled and messy, much to my chagrin. He was about to return to the Danvers, only to stop and turn back to me after digging into his pocket. "Oh, almost forgot, you have to keep these on; your eyes are still sensitive," he rushed out. My vision blurred for a millisecond as he pushed glasses on my face.

I hated these glasses, but I understand why I had to keep them on. My eyesight was too strong and overstimulating until it was controlled. It was one of the many things Kal drilled into my head when I first arrived. I pushed up my glasses as my facial muscles softened at him.

"I'll miss you, Kal," I whispered to him, making him pull me into a hug.

"Be strong for me, (y/n). I'll visit when I can, okay?"

"Okay, I will." The hug lasted a little bit longer before we both pulled away, and I stood there, watching him walk back down the dirt road to the farm. No doubt, going to give a prep talk to my new guardians. I waited till he was out of sight before I turned to walk around the building to face the not-so-busy street.

The sun sitting on my skin made me smile and close my eyes, just soaking in the rays, the best feeling in the world, from the snuggling warmth to the energizing feeling that was so addictive. My awareness deteriorated as I was frozen in the moment. Eyes slowly peel open, staring at the sky, finally prepared to navigate this adventure alone. Abruptly turning away from the sun to walk down the sidewalk, only to bump into some stranger. The force of our bodies colliding made the person fall to the concrete ground with a painful grunt.

“Ow! Watch where you're going!” shouted the feminine voice.

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My eyes lingered on her figure, watching her twin pompom’s on her head bounce when she winced, rubbing her tailbone from how she collided with the cement. I could hear her grumble and complain under her breath, but my main focus was on her peculiar sense of fashion; it didn't look bad, it complemented her. The dyed pink strips in her hair, how the spiky pompoms on her head topped with a vibrant pink and dark brown thick, long, rat trail sticking out over her shoulder.

She wears two shirts laid on top of each other, Y2K style, with the design of the top layer featuring a silly green alien head. She tucked her long, dark navy and pink stockings under her brown shorts—silly and peculiar little trinkets on her belt, and the long knee-high boots she had on.

“Are you just gonna stare at me all day?” Her tone was sharp enough to snap me out of my train of thought. A flush brushed against my cheeks, making me scratch at the back of my neck out of embarrassment.

“Oh uh, sorry I just, never seen anyone like you before.” Seconds ticked in my mind like a time bomb as I could see her face morph into anger as I started the backtrack, throwing my hands up in defense.

“Wait, I didn't mean it like that. I meant clothing-wise! Its just i never never seen someone dressed like you before I was just curious” I said quickly trying to defend myself as I close my eyes not wanting to brace the humans anger internally dreading the fact that I possibly made an enemy in less than a second in this new territory only to hear her snort making me look at her.

“You're weird, I like weird.” The tone in her voice was defensive as she slowly got off the ground, still rubbing her tailbone for the last time, before looking at me with a lopsided smirk and shooting her hand out for a shake.

“My name's Miko Nakadai.”

Looking down to see her hand slowly put my hand out to grasp her’s, trying for the life of me not to squeeze her hand dead on accident. But it looks like I succeeded in not crushing it, as she vigorously shook my arm up and down.

“Well, uh, my name is (y/n). (y/n) Danvers,” Danvers, it sounds so weird to have some random family's name connected to mine. I should be saying Zor-el, but instead, it feels like I'm stripping away who I truly am—hiding behind some stupid fake human shield to 'protect' my identity. But at least I made a friend in this town, I think. A smile crept onto my face as she pulled out a small, old-style phone, one similar to what Mrs. Kent uses. I reached into my back pocket.

“Let's exchange numbers- woah”

She stopped her sentence as she looked at the iPhone in my hand.

“You have an iPhone, lucky my parents don't trust me with any smartphone, and this town is stuck in the 2000s, so smartphones are non-existent here. Your family must be wealthy. And you look new, are you new? And you must be wicked strong. It was like smashing into a brick wall when I smashed into you. We're gonna be the best of friends!“

She spouted out, everything she said was rapid fire back and forth with herself. I barely had a moment to speak but when she paused i finally was able to add my own comments

“Yes, I'm new. I'm just staying at the Danvers farm, it's a uh, foster kinda thing. My cousin was the one to get me the phone." I replied, choosing not to acknowledge how ‘strong’ I was.

The only response I got was a hum as she nodded as if making little scenarios in her head about what he could work as. When a loud honk of a car jolted both of us out of what looked to be a staring contest, we whipped around to face a bulky, military style green SUV, making Miko Huff at the sudden interruption.

“Ah man, I have to go. QUICK! Give me your number!”

My thumbs tapped on my phone screen, and I quickly showed her my number as I watched her fingers fly across the keys of her phone before she clapped it shut.

“Got it, I'll text ya soon!” She busted out before running to the SUV's passenger seat. Wave a final goodbye before hopping inside the car as the vehicle drove away. A sense of calm washed over me as I stood there, slowly pulling out the crisp blue credit card with a gleam in my eye, and started to walk to the shops.

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(y/n) black vans scraped across the pavement and kicked small rocks or pebbles in her path. All she could find were clothes that were either tacky or bland. She left town with nothing but disappointment in not finding anything she thought was cute. Looks like she's stuck to ordering online and wearing stereotypical country outfits for a while. A sigh left her lips, and the glasses on her face started to slide down the bridge of her nose for the 5th time that day. Her eyebrows pinched together, agitated at the dumb glasses, she ripped them off her face and stuffed them in her front pocket.

A ping vibrated from her back pocket, a text message. She reached around to grab the phone, not even bothering to unlock it to read the message thoroughly. Almost hoping it was that girl she met not that long ago.

Clark
Left something in the woods on the Danver property, you'll love it :)

(y/n) lips worked into a smile as she turned the phone off and placed it back in her back pocket. It wasn't the message she expected, but she was also a little giddy. However, she does expect that it was her pod. She turned her head over her left shoulder, checking for civilians, even when she was already a reasonable distance away from town. Before leaping up into the air, she flew above the tree lines, but not too high that she would be spotted. Gliding ever closer to the farm, she waved at any animal that happened to be there, gazing up at her.

She was going to pass the house altogether, but came to a complete stop when a blob of yellow clouded her peripheral vision. Gliding slowly near the Attic Window, only for (y/n) jaw to hang. The entire room, from the walls to the floor, was decorated in a bright yellow color with some splashes of brown and white. Slowly, (y/n) pushed the window open, stepping inside. The floors creaked with each step as she approached the bed. A well-made white quilt featuring yellow Polka dots lay on the mattress, a crocheted cow plushy sat on a note, and her backpack sat on top of a pillow.

"So bright," she muttered. It was either an attempt to make the girl more comfortable in the new environment, or Mrs. Danvers just saw an opportunity to decorate a room with what was probably her favorite. (y/n) pulled the glasses out of her front pocket and dropped them on the nightstand without a care before picking up the note from under the cow.

I hope you love it, honey. We want to make you feel better now that you have relocated here. Ask if you need or want anything. We are here for you. - Eliza (ma) Danvers

"I'm not calling you ma." The thought was nice, yet she disliked the added word as if trying to reinforce something she wasn't too pleased about having at the moment. But the thought left her mind when she reached over to yank it closer.

Fingers fidget with the small front pocket. As the fingers zipped open the pocket, peeking inside at the abundance of small handheld things, but only one caught her eye. A small, thick metal octagon disc. Her pod's key, (y/n) dragged a thumb across the tiny Kryptonian inscription that was engraved on it. She stood there for only a second more before turning away from the bed, key in hand, flying out the window.

Facing towards the wooded land, she takes a deep breath and concentrates. Eyes dilated and moving like camera lenses, trying to find the pod. With her telescopic vision activated, she kicks her legs back in the air, propelling herself towards the woods.

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“Where the hell did he put it?” The words were sharp and frustrated. Even with telescopic vision, she was having trouble finding it. Was she not concentrating hard enough? Was the pod being mentally blocked somehow unconsciously? Who knows, all (y/n) knew was that it was aggravating her. Venturing deeper into the woods, not knowing if the pod was close enough, made her want to laser the trees around her. The need to commit massive deforestation out of anger was intense.

But before she could give in to the rage, the key vibrated and glowed, halting all emotions she was witnessing as she waved the key around to see where it was. Only to find out that the fool buried the pod underground.

(y/n) let out a noise of annoyance, 'Of course he would do this, it's like he's testing my abilities without even being here,' she thought. Pushing the key in her pocket and landing on the dirt, squatting down, digging her hands in the rubble of mud. Fingers wiggling around, trying to find a grippable piece of metal, once she had the proper grip. She started pulling and lifting with her legs as the pod erupted from the earth.

Clapping her hands clean, she walked back, all she could do was stare. There it was, her pod. The same pod that she slept in, unchanged and untouched by time, has been stuck in orbit around the sun for over 20 long years. The same rich silver that seemed always abundant in Father's and Uncle Jor-EL's lab. Right hand rubbing the smooth, cool silver, remembering how they spent hours building it, making the triangular craft, considerable yet somehow so compact. Right hand sliding closer to the key port.

Eyes locked onto the octagonal dip in the smooth silver planting. Hesitation oozed from her body, as she was not expecting to feel so many complex emotions at once. After reading that text message, after staying on earth for 2 months, she just assumed that it wouldn't be so hard to revisit the pod.

Yet, there she was, glaring at the key dip as it was tempting her, verbally harassing her to open it and relive those last moments of home. Yes, (y/n) was grateful to Kal for giving her the pod back, but at that moment, she regretted even searching for it. Minutes tick by as she contemplates opening it.

Ultimately, she pulled her hand away, stepping back. Keeping a reasonable distance from the pod, I glanced up at the sky. What was once blue was now bright orange, night right around the corner. 'Maybe I shouldn't open it,' she thought, as she tried to fight back any more conflicting thoughts.

Leaving the pod above ground, not bothering to hide it properly, as she flew back to her attic room. Hopefully, if she went now, and no longer had to see the pod, then her mind would be more at ease.
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Later that night, (y/n) tucked into bed, staring up at the white ceiling, watching the brown ceiling fan spin as the sound of crickets surrounded the windows, the talk of wilderness whispering in her ears. It's almost midnight, and she still can't close her eyes; they're tired, heavy, and burning. Yet they refuse to close, as if they were holding back something more than sleep behind her eyelids.

Pulling off the bed sheets that cover her, hanging over the bed, reaching for the backpack, setting it on the bed beside her, giving easy access to open the bigger pocket of the bag. Hand digging around, pulling out the gift box that Mrs. Kent gave me.

"I need to open that tomorrow," (y/n) whispered before setting it on her nightstand. Only to return to digging around for what she wanted. A hard, cubular object pressed into her palm as she pulled it out. Exactly what (y/n) wanted, needed at that very moment for some source of relief. One of her many memory crystals.

Cradling it gently in her Palms, her thumbs rubbed against the dull corners of the cube before she sat down on the side of the cushions, curling her legs inside and leaning against the bed's wooden headboard and plush pillows, mimicking a hug that couldn't get warm enough.

It was silent, as if she were contemplating what to do, whether to do it, or to save her tears and save face, rather than embracing something she dreaded. But the yearning for more tipped its edge. (y/n) thumb pushed into the front side of the cube and watched as a small, slightly dull light appeared from it. To an outsider, it looked like she was sitting there with glowing blue eyes, staring into nothing.

Yet for (y/n), it was as if she were reliving the past. She can feel everything; she hears and smells. The best way to describe the experience would be to liken it to being in a simulation or a dream. The whole attic room was replaced with her living room back on Krypton, parents standing in front of our media pad as the news played. Their voices were so loud and clear that they brought tears to her eyes. Eyes prickling with tears, teeth biting her bottom lip. With a sniffle from her nose, she walked closer to them.

With shaking limbs, (y/n) wrapped both her parents in a hug. Lips trembling, her nose burned as she hated this feeling, hated it to her heart's core. She grew to be strong, not to cry. To not have such an emotion torment her, but the tears streaming down her face were too strong, the yearning, the need for her home. Her parents. We're too strong.

“Ieiu, Ukr.” She sniffled in their embrace, not daring to pull away as she let the tears stain her cheeks and burn her eyes. Whimpering in a cracked, Broken Voice.

“Khap sem rrosh zehdh”

All that could be heard in the attic were soft cries as the night drew on.

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Hours of crying, barely any sleep, and a face full of bright sun were the perfect cocktail to create a huge splitting headache. He lasted for an average person. Yet for (y/n), all she felt was drained. Tired eyes moved to the cloud-shaped clock, 6:00. Such an ungodly hour, yet the girl was already awake and floating out of bed. Too lazy to walk and too uncaring if they had a ‘no flying in the house' rule. Feeling the need to drag her hands down her face, yanking the skin a little bit, she groans, smacking her lips with a grimace from the morning taste. She floats in the air for a little while, trying to focus her eyes, blinking a few times to look down at the hatch on the floor. With a stretch, she bends down and unclaps the floor hatch, opening the Attic to the rest of the house, and flies down.

“Oh!”

(y/n) only made it halfway through the floor opening when she heard Eliza's surprised gasp. The young Kryptonian stopped floating immediately and just fell straight to the floor, landing on her feet, but crouching from the sudden departure of power.

“Sorry, I just- I'll stop if you're against powers in the house.”

“No! No!” The older woman waved her hands in the air, stopping the conversation. “I was just startled. I have never seen something like this up close. Watching my nephew on TV is much different from my new daughter flying in front of me.”

The word made (y/n) cringe: 'New Daughter. ' When did that thought ever come to her? That the girl was so willing to be someone's new daughter, especially so soon after what happened.

“Hey, um, don't know if I'm ready to be someone's daughter right now. Maybe not ever.” (y/n) didn't want to sound mean, but she also didn't want to simply go along with something she wasn't comfortable with. Disappointment was written all over her face. It must be crushing to hear that the dream you've been having for so long was suddenly falling apart right before your eyes, and you barely even spent 2 hours together. But the sadness and Eliza's eyes quickly changed to understanding.

“I understand. Clark told me this would happen. I was just too hard-headed to listen.” Eliza steps forward, placing a gentle, motherly hand on (y/n) shoulder.

“At least call me auntie. I want to be there to help you, my dear.”

The air was comfortable, a clear agreement between both of them on the new familial proposal. “Ok, auntie.” The words slipped from (y/n) lips as the Elder woman let out a sound of happiness and brought the girl into a hug. The pudgy arms wrapped around (y/n) were different—a good different, a comforting one. As the young girl's stiff form relaxed just enough to return the hug, shutting her eyes, leaned into the hug and felt the warmth she desperately needed, especially after going through Memory Lane the night before.

And Eliza knew this; she could see in the poor girl's eyes that she was lost alone in a world she couldn't call home, at least not yet. That this child needs more than Anything on Earth was comfort and love, even if she sadly might never get the title mom. She will gladly be the aunt. The first to break away was Eliza. She stepped back, sighing softly through her nose, and gave a smile.

“Now, I think we should both wash up. I have breakfast already cooked up and done down in the kitchen. Heard from Martha that you have a big appetite like Clark, so I made heaping loads, so don't stop yourself until you're full, now you hear?’

“Yes, ma’am,” (y/n) blurted out, side-stepping Eliza and flying down the hall to the kitchen. Causing the senior to shake her head with a smile at the childish behavior.

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Feed and fully ready to tackle the day. Eliza is sitting at the small dining table while Mr. Danvers had already left for the hard farm work of the day. The Kryptonian gathered her dirty, messy plates along with any empty ones to the sink, prepared to wash. Maybe she'll wander through town, or finally open Martha's gift, yes, definitely the gift. The thoughts accumulated in the girl's mind about what she would spend the day and possibly the rest of her time here, without having to worry about the concerns and woes of any other teenager or young adult on earth. At least that's what she thought.

“Before I forget, honey, I signed you up to go to the high school in town, Franklin High School. Now I couldn't make you a senior, but I had your cousin help me, and we got you to be a junior.”

There was a pause as Eliza shook her head, not fully wrapping her mind around how it worked.

“Now I don't know how that boy did it, but he said he had a friend helping him, must be a smart feller.”

This bombshell hit harder than being told she had to move to Jasper. She has to go to school? An EARTH SCHOOL?? She knows nothing about Earth.

“Uuh, when?”

“Monday”

“TOMORROW!! But I'm not ready, I don't have-!"

“Oh, stop, you're crying, young lady. I've packed up all your school supplies and have them ready for you. I just had problems setting you up in the school. “

“But clothes-”

“What's wrong with the clothes that I provided you? I think you look plum cute in that flannel shirt and those darling blue bell-bottoms.”

(y/n) was not getting out of this, and she knew it. She sighed through her nose, shoulders slumped down slightly, and gave in.

“Ok, I'll get mental prep for school, but I'm doing online shopping for clothes. I want to explore all the clothing types.”

The only reply (y/n) got was a solid nod, something she took as a sign to go ahead and get out of the kitchen and do whatever she pleased, which she did. Flying back upstairs to her attic bedroom fast enough to be a blur but not fast enough to cause a tornado in the kitchen.

Now alone, she kicked the floor hatch closed before moving to the bedside table where the very gift of Martha sat still. Like a child on Christmas morning, she grabs the box and rips it open, tearing the wrapping paper off and ripping the box open. And with wide, intense eyes staring at the contents and the now decimated box.

“No way,” so this is why the inside was wrapped in lead foil.

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Amazement shone in her eyes as she checked herself in the full-body mirror that stood upright in the left corner of the room. The red cape, long yet modest, ended at the back of her knees, its family crest heat-pressed and sewn into the back for the world to see. The cape was sewn a little bit into the shirt. she looked at the little red choker, only to leave it on the bed. Not really liking how it hugs her throat so tight.

The super short, red booty shorts had to be her second, if not her favorite, part of the outfit. The closest thing she can compare the shorts to is the red underwear on top of Kal’s suit; that's how short these shorts were, but they also had a cute, tiny slit on both sides.

And the way it emphasizes and snatches her waist, yet they weren't uncomfortable; oh, she could definitely kick ass in these, and they could piss Clark off, so it's a win-win situation for the bottoms. The blue top was definitely '70s with a V-cut neckline and the family crest, not too big, not too small, placed perfectly on her right chest. Enough to show the world who she was.

But the showstoppers were definitely the shoes. The red Ballet flat shoes, with just the right amount of heel at the end and a bow at the end of the ribbon that climbed up her ankle. She pulled the outfit together by grabbing the Golden Belt and threading it through the loops of the shorts, smiling at herself in the mirror. She struck pose after pose, even hovering in the air and twirling around to see how the cape fluttered. Feeling herself, who knew the best outfit she would ever own would be her very first super outfit.

She was feeling herself so much that she just couldn't stay at the farm alone, staring at herself. She needs to take her new look out for a spin!

“Auntie, I'm going out for a while!” (y/n) shouted out loud enough for anybody in the house to hear, no matter where they were, and she didn't wait for a reply. She zoomed to the window, unlatched it, and flew straight to town, her new look in tow.

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This was the best decision she ever made. Her suit felt amazing, especially with the weather. Usually, she made fun of Kal about his uniform, especially his cape. But she started to understand the appeal when she heard it flapping in the wind behind her.

She looks down at the town as she flies above it, not shying away into the clouds, as her cousin would advise her. She waves down at some of the people who point up and take pictures of her; even that girl from yesterday is taking pictures of her.

She just couldn't wipe the joy off her face. Flying through town, close to the buildings and into the deserted areas of the plane where Sands and mountains were taking shape and form around her that's when she spotted something it was oddly blue, Sure it could have been a patch of water but where would anyone find Patches of water in a random desert area of Jasper and Nevada. She tried not to get too curious, attempting to wipe it from her memory by creating conspiracies that were gems rather than just water, but that only made her even more interested.

“Fuck it,” (y/n) spat out and headed straight to the blue object. Landing on the ground with a thud, causing dirt and dust to dance around her, she stands in front of a pretty small cave, big enough for a human. Still, the cave wasn't important; what was important was one of the many weird, almost gummy-looking cubes that were connected to the walls as she grabbed a cube the size of her head.

Gently pushing her fingers onto its sides, she tested how it felt. She felt an urge inside her; her survival instincts were telling her no, don't do this, but curiosity killed the cat.

(y/n) leans in, taking a decent bite out of the cube. Yep, definitely gummy but also crunchy. Like those kohakutou candies. It was pleasant, but the taste threw her off. She never expected something so weird and growing straight from a damn cave wall to taste this good.

She swallowed what was left in her mouth and looked at the cube in bewilderment, letting out a fuzzy burp.

“It tastes like McDonald's Sprite! Oh, I'm definitely coming back for more.”

Taking another descent and bite as she carried in her arms before flying off again, marking where that cave was in her memory before heading back into town. Not knowing what to do with the rest of her day, just floating in the wind, munching on her Cube, only for her ears to perk up ever slightly at the sound back on the farm, and someone's irritation and grunting. 'Well, it's not heroic, but it's better to help with farm work than just snacking in the air, ' she thought to herself before flying back to the farm.

On the farm stood a man, about the same age as Eliza, with graying black hair and sun-tanned skin from hard farm work. Hovering down closer, she watches as he struggles to retrieve something from underneath the tractor. Her shadow covers him, and she observes him a little longer before shifting the bite-marked, ridden cub under her left arm.

“Need any help, Mr. Danvers?” The muffled question almost killed the old man. Her words jolted him up in shock, and he looked around as if he had seen a ghost. However, he relaxed slightly when he saw (y/n) above him.

“Damn, kid, I almost had a heart attack!”

“I heard your heart rate skyrocketed.”

“And don't call me Mr. Danvers.” He chose to ignore the heart rate comment as he looked back on his tractor. “Uncle Chester is just fine, or just uncle works too, kiddo.”

“Oh,” the mumble was almost quiet, before landing on the dirt road. Watching as he tries to get under the tractor. Not wanting to be a shadow and just annoy him by watching, (y/n) bends her knees a little bit, lowering herself as she grabs the bottom of the tractor, lifting the farm tool up high with a single hand above their head. Chester nodded his head up in appreciation as he grunted, getting back up, his knees crackling and popping like rice krispies cereal.

Silence hung between the two as he messed with the bottom, only tapping on the wheel. Signaling (y/n) to set it back down. Chester rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly at the silence.

"Need any farm help?"

"sure"

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Working the farm was hard labor, Chester sweating under the hot sun of Nevada as (y/n) followed him around like a duckling, doing the hard, heavy lifting duties that Chester's old body couldn't handle doing much of it anymore. Before they knew it, dust became Dawn as they heard shouting coming from the house, “Chester! (y/n)! Dinner!” Eliza shouted, voice echoing through the field.

(y/n) smiled, stomach rumbling, ready to run straight into the diner to dig into whatever she created, but stopped before she could even take a step. Spinning on her heels, she headed straight to the Tractor, making sure she grabbed her cube before running into the kitchen. And like that, she's gone, running past Chester, leaving a sand storm behind.

Chester just sighed, covering his face from the dirt.

Eliza sets down a plate piled with food. Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and green beans. The older woman turned away from the table for a split second only to hear the violent rattling of a chair. She spun around to see (y/n), parked right there at the kitchen table, a strange bite-marked turquoise cube sitting on the table. About to dig in, only to get her hand smacked with a wooden spoon, it didn't hurt. However, the effect still managed to draw her attention to Eliza.

“That's not for you, young lady; that's for your uncle. My poor man must be so hungry from all that hard work he does.” Her eyebrows pinch in worry, a frown on her face. "He shouldn't be doing all that labor.”

Getting up from the chair that was meant to be her uncle's, she took a plate from the kitchen counter. Filling the dish with food, leaving no empty space. With a healthy portioned plate, she sits down across from Eliza, watching as the woman gently places a glass of ice water in front of (y/n). Just in time for Chester to come inside, his clothes and hair are slightly dusty as he sits down. Eliza quickly wipes him clean, though, mothering under her breath about how she just cleaned the floors. With all three now at the table, Eliza and Chester held hands, “Grace?”

Eliza asked (y/n), left hand extended out. (y/n) stared at it; she had never prayed before dinner back home. It just wasn't something they did on Krypton. She surely prayed and gave offerings to the sun god RAO, but that was a family and community thing. (y/n)'s eyes looked up, crinkling a bit with her smile.

"I'm good, but thanks for the offer, Auntie."

"Suit yourself, honey," as Eliza and Chester start their prayer.

Five plates down, bellies full, and a once-dirty, now spotless kitchen later. The elderly couple excuses themselves to leave, sleep pulling at their eyelids. (y/n) watches as the elderly couple walks to bed, lingering in the dark, empty kitchen, staring out the small window above the sink. Her mind races with ideas of what human school would be. Would it be underwhelming? Overwhelming? Is It Primitive compared to the advanced ways of her long-gone home?

(y/n) rubs her hand through her hair, massaging her scalp to clear away any worries or thoughts that plague her mind. Deciding to just float to her attic room, it's better to get sleep rather than waiting for the sun to appear.

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The morning was hectic, with the young adult rushing around, still damp from her shower and fresh from sleep, as she got dressed and prepared for her first day. Slightly worn-down tennis shoes, a wrinkled flannel top she found deep in the closet of Hammy Downs, and finished off with the same pair of shorts she had worn the day she arrived. Finally, she rushed down to the kitchen, needing to refuel, grabbing bacon and toast. Munching down while washing it away with orange juice. During the eating frenzy, (y/n) failed to notice how Chester stared at her, specifically (y/n)'s eyes. "Where are your glasses?"

(y/n) swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyebrows quirked. "They're in my room, why?"

“You might want to put them on, your eyes are too alien without them." The statement stunned her; she never really looked at her eyes, just assuming they were brown. Pulling out her phone to take a longer look at her eyes rather than quick mirror glances. The camera flipped to her face, showing eyes that held pastel pink, bright yellow, pastel teal, and light navy blue.

"Huh, yeah, I can see what you mean, but I don't understand how those glasses will help."

Chester huffed, shaking his head, "That boy didn't even bother to explain. Well, from what I understand, the glasses are high-tech technology made by a special friend to not only hide your new, colorful eyes. But make your face look different to others."

"Mmm, ok, now I know why he wears his boring pair," (y/n) muttered before finishing her meal and jogging back to the attic for the glasses. Eyewear hanging on the bridge of her nose, she wanted to stare at her eyes in the mirror, watching how they changed from strange to normal. But she can't, she has to go! (y/n) could hear the bustling students complaining about whatever, or teachers mumbling about something as the clocks ticked.

“I'd better get going. Bye, Auntie! Bye, uncle!”

Grabbing the school bag stuffed with all the boring supplies and a chunk of her new favorite treat. Slugging it over her shoulder, leaving the house, running to town, stopping behind a red brick building, fishing any messy hair or crimped up clothing, wanting to look at least presentable before walking around the building into the street. Trying to act casual as she fidgets with the glasses.

Stepping out and onto the street, she should have flown near the school instead of just standing there looking lost. Digging in her back pocket to fish out her phone. Google will solve this.

She intended to search for directions using Google Maps, but an older man bumped into her from behind. Phone slipping out of her loose grip, the device sliding under a sleek red Aston Martin.

(y/n) side-eyed the man, glaring at the back of his bright blond buzzcut head. "Asshole," she muttered before sighing, eyeing the sports car in front of her. Thinking of ways to get her phone back.

1: look like a fool, on her hands and knees, trying to reach the thing.
2: Wait, who knows how long for the owner to get here and help?
Or the last and most sensible to her at the moment, even if it wasn't the wisest.

(y/n) looked to the left, then the right. The town street was surprisingly empty. At least she thought it was.

"ok, car. I'm getting my phone back. My way." peeking in the window, making sure no one was inside before squatting down. Right hand gripping the bottom of the vehicle, fingers sinking into the rocker panel. Without any more thoughts, she tipped it over.

It was lighter than she thought. Just a flick of the wrist, but apparently, she put too much strength into it when the car rolled onto its hood.

(y/n) stepped off the sidewalk to pick up the phone, inspecting it. Making sure there were no cracks, breathing out a relieved sigh. But relief was crushed by the loud anxiety-blasting car horn.

"MY FINISH!!"

The loud, angry voice matched with a just as angry roar of an engine rang in her ears, shit, someone saw. Moving fast, she gripped something, anything, just to make sure she had a grip to pull the car down onto its wheels. Well, she underestimated her strength again, as the car slammed down with a loud THUD.

The car once shiny and luxurious. Now, busted and scratched, it was bad, and she didn't want to get snatched up and forced to pay up. Now, with urgency, she runs. Not to school, but out of view.

"I'LL GET YOU FLESHIE!! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!!"

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Luckily she managed to escape from the vehicle by just running, making just enough sharp turns and increasing her speed. Circling around streets and down alleyways just to lose the busted sports car. But it was worth ditching the thing in the neighborhoods, since one street led her to the school. Pushing some hair out of her face, subtly fixing it as she walks to the building.

The brown and cream bricked school was decent, not too big but not too small; it was modest and had a certain charm to it. Stepping inside the building was different. The halls were vast, and the maroon lockers wrapped around the walls. It was cute, but it was nowhere near what she was used to.

"Excuse me, do you need something?" a voice asked, making (y/n) turn. An older woman with glasses hanging on her face stared at her.

"Yes, I'm new, I live with the Danver family."

"Oh yes, Mrs. Danvers follows me into the office. I'll print out your schedule."

The short walk into the office was quite nerve-wracking, but as awkward and anxious as she was. The secretary was efficient in printing out the schedule. Handing (y/n) the flimsy sheet of paper.

"Here you go, honey. If you get lost, please ask anyone for help. But classes are about to begin soon, so I'd hurry if I were you."

With a frown, (y/n) left the office. The halls echo as she passes many doors before reaching her first class of the day, algebra. Ignoring the loud chattering of fellow students and the obnoxious stares she was getting from male students. 'Kal must be exaggerating about the sounds; nothing happened.'

But the condescending thought evaporated when a loud bell rung. Physically flinching and covering her ears from how painful the bell sounded. ' Great, that hurts.' She could already feel a headache forming as the teacher's lousy voice rattled off.

The rest of the school day wasn't any better. Earth science and algebra were similar to what she knew back on Krypton. But English? More difficult than she would like to admit, why did so many words sound the exact same? She declared that she hated English when some ugly redhead laughed at her for spelling a word wrong. And history was just boring; though to be fair, she didn't pay much attention to it. Since her headache mutated into a migraine at that point.

Her stomach growled as the final bell rung, releasing them from classes. She would have eaten if the food they served hadn't looked disgusting. She did snack on the treat she brought home, but sadly, she was able to finish it when some bland teen and kindergartener stared at her in horror, for some reason.

Stepping out of the building was an instant relief for her migraine, the sun hitting her face easing the pain. But the need for food was still apparent; she wanted to finish her snack. A huff left her lips as she sluggishly walked, more like dramatically wobbling, to the wall that borders the right side of the staircase. Slugging the backpack down, not caring for being Gentle with the thing before hopping up to sit down, enjoying the sun beaming down her face as she unzips the bag and pulls out her unfinished hunk. Leaning her lower back into the cement railing.

Teeth sinking into her snack, she side-eyed the three vehicles when their side mirrors shifted to her. This town is strange. First, it was that car she practically destroyed this morning, chasing after her with no driver. And now some random black and yellow Camaro, a blue and pink Kawasaki motorcycle, and an all too familiar SUV.

Eying the Camaro that was honking wildly, (y/n)'s jaw moved up and down on the food in her mouth. Her pupils dilated, her irises turning a light blue, and sclera a vibrant turquoise color. Using X-ray vision to spy into the car. Empty, and so was the SUV that Miko went into once. Thoughts on how these vehicles could move and act on their own were broken when a thick textbook slapped the snack out of her hand when she went in for another bite.

"What the fu-"

"You can't eat that!" shouted the kid who was staring at her during lunch. His red glasses pushed high while his face wrinkled in concern.

"Oh, so just because someone might be allergic to it here means I can't eat my special cave treat?" (y/n) hissed, pissed off at the kid, before kicking off the cement railing. Walking to the hunk of food only for the bland kids to kick it away.

"Seriously, you can't eat that!"

A frustrated growl escaped (y/n) as she gripped the teen's shirt, lifting him slightly. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO!" she shouted, angry at the disrespect some stranger was giving her for no reason other than minding her own business.

"No, seriously, it's energon! We can't eat that stuff! It's poisonous!" She pauses, looking into his fearful eyes. He was just worried for her, scared for her safety. That fact alone made her feel like a douchebag; his eyes wandered over to the little boy, who was just as scared for the teen's safety. With closed eyes and a heavy sigh, she set the teen down, brushing his collar off.

"Sorry for that, I let my anger get to me," (y/n) muttered, apologizing to him before turning away to pick up her energon. Blowing on it before biting it again baffled the two of them. "I know you said it's bad for humans, but nothing happened to me, so it helps that she wasn't human to begin with. With that statement, she turns to leave.

"Jack!"

"Huh?"

"My name is Jack Darby, and this is Raf."

(y/n) slowly nodded her head, taking in the information with a small smile.

"(y/n) Danvers."

She didn't wait for a response as she walked away. A gentle breeze of wind tussled her hair back as she ate the energon chunk like an apple. Enjoying it while it lasted. Pace steady as shoes hit the pavement. Walking deeper into the small town, not quite ready to head home yet. She wanted to know more about this town. Clearly, something weird is happening; the cars are acting independently. The red one had a voice, but she knew that no one was inside when it drove after her. There's also that guy who bumped into her. Sure, he looked normal, but (y/n) just couldn't shake off the odd feeling she got from him. Definitely had bad energy around him. She wanted to investigate the topic more, but a very similar, angry roar of an engine stopped her. Tilting her head to the right, just enough to look behind to see the red devil.

That dented red Aston Martin.

“Eul shizsir"