from worry, from the reason the two were here in the first place, well, the reason besides them being my parents and obviously owning this entire place.
I sighed, and looked at dad.
"it's today, isn't it?" I asked, to which he closed his eyes and nodded.
"fuck." I let out under my breath as mom let go of my face, and stepped back, a nervous smile on her lips.
she couldn't help it.
this was the first time her only child was FINALLY getting out of the house, sorry, the ungodly fortified underground bunker that could resist actual nuclear strikes since my strength at about age ten, when they built it, rivaled the world's strongest atomic bombs.
to other people it would have been a prison, to me, well, it was the only place I could exist as a remotely normal girl.
cause, let's be honest here, no one else my age can sneeze and take out entire city blocks.
and even if they could, they sure as shit weren't able to do it at 4 years old.
so, yeah....
underground bunker was actually pretty important.
I mean, even I myself was getting tired of seeing my parents shell out stupid amounts of money for things I destroyed without even meaning to.
they didn't blame me of course, they knew it wasn't my fault, but I do have a heart ya know, I am still human at the end of the day.
even if it doesn't feel like it.
I thought to myself with a far off look in my eye as I stared blankly at my clenched fist hanging by my side.
that, mom, in her usual mind reading antics, quickly took in her own hands as she assured me, "it's gonna be fine, I promise sweetheart, you'll do great." with a warm smile that could've melted even the iciest of hearts.
I almost laughed, and smiled back, albeit just a little one as mom let go and stepped back to dad, the two of them looking at me with mixed looks of pride and anxiety.
which, to be honest, was fair.
what other 18-year-old girls do YOU know to have the capability to level entire continents with her powers inactive, or even full on sealed away by a device or other ability?
not many, I'll tell you that much.
so, I couldn't even say I blamed them.
but what I could say, was that I knew I could always count on them.
I smiled just a little more as I hugged them, careful to use the normal human amount of strength, which, used to be impossible, it takes so much conscious effort that it's exhausting, and let out, "I'm gonna miss you guys." slightly under my breath while I pulled away from them with a brave face.
I was an adult now for fuck's sake.
I can't be crying on move out day!
I resolved internally as I waved and jogged to the elevator, where, as soon as the doors closed, I sure as shit, you can bet your ass, bawled like a toddler.
and I mean ugly crying too.
snot and all.
that shit was NOT pretty, I'll guarantee that right here and now!
and I swear to God if I get any shit for that, just know, y'all clearly don't love your parents then.
I hmphed to literally nobody as I wiped my face with my forearm and put on my most poker of poker faces roughly in the same span of time it took the elevator to stupidly quickly I might add, travel the distance to the surface, and open its doors.
where, upon them doing so, and light flooding my eyes, nearly blinding me.
sat waiting a black sedan with a logo on its rear passenger doors.
a carefully constructed image of a DNA double helix intricately decorating the gaudiest shield art had ever drawn.
it was the clearest sign I'd ever gotten throughout my entire life.
I groaned, audibly.
"now, that's no way to treat a family friend." a voice quickly replied, a woman's voice.
a woman's voice I recognized.
I thought while wanting nothing more than to immediately get right back onto the elevator.
which, was no doubt obvious as all hell, and across my face, cause the voice, the woman, added, "you know if you leave I can legally conscript you." with a shitty little demonic giggle.
I shuddered, and resigned.
before sighing and awkwardly smiling/saying, "Aunt Jen, how nice of you to come pick me up." in my best, "why the FUCK are YOU here?!" voice.
"what could bring the chairwoman of the world academy to our humble little doorstep?" I asked as she got out of the backseat, whose window was either down, or broken, it remained to be seen but both were likely, and rushed over to hug me.
which, was a lot less awkward than when my mom tried, given the fact that she was also six feet tall, very well-muscled, to the point where the hulk gets jealous, and basically just looked like a roided out, 55 yr old version of me.
in fact, she looked so much like me, people usually confused us for mother and daughter.
so, needless to say, it was definitely a problem.
I thought with a nervous itch of the back of my neck as Aunt Jen closed the door behind her and hugged me with all her strength.
I grunted in surprise, and let out, "I......felt that?......" in shock.
to which, she dropped me, and laughed, before belting out, "I've been working out, can you tell?!" in a chuckle of steroidal size.
I tried to keep off my face as I smiled and remarked, "oh yeah! I can." in the most, "get me the hell out of here." tones you've ever heard in your life.