I was listening to the song B-E-A-Utiful and just thought of Shego. So I wrote this story. First submitted. Hope you like.
Sheila stood in her room. She looked around at all the posters and works of art that covered the walls. The posters of her favorite bands or more likely band members covered the walls like wallpaper. The works of art set on top of them. All of it a dedicated teenage girls dream, well it used to be her dream. Now she just wanted to be accepted by her peers. Not as this green freak, who if she grew upset shot laser light from her hands. Not a boy in school wanted to date her now. She wondered would anyone ever fall in love with me. Not likely. Even if they did when would she have time for a relationship, what with always having to save Go City? Then there were her brothers. They wouldn't approve of her dating. They would try and scare of any potential guys anyway.
Sheila looked around her room and then started ripping of the posters and burning them. She ripped all but one off, her prized possession of the autographed poster of Justin Timberlake. She carefully pulled it off and folded nicely and stored in her small box of keepsakes. She looked around; this was the first time she could remember seeing the walls. What a hideous color. It was an ugly mustard yellow. She decided as soon as possible she was going to repaint it green.
Her brother, Michael looked in through the door. "Did you change something? It looks different in here."
"Yeah, I tore all the posters down."
"Ok," he said and then walked away.
Sheila looked at the door and then threw herself on her bed. Ugh, she thought. He never notices anything if it doesn't have anything to do with him.
Sheila was decided. She would give herself tonight to mourn her lack of love life or the prospects of ever having one. Tomorrow she would begin hardening her shell and she did. That night she cried herself to sleep. The next day she set about not caring.
She started with the walls. She had her brothers buy some green and black paint and she set about painting. When she had finished painting, her mask was complete from that day on, no one ever say her tears, fears, or any emotion except for her anger. It was the only emotion that she didn't feel was a weakness.
By the time she finished college, she was finished being a hero and listening to her two annoying brothers, Harry and Michael. The twins weren't so bad but Harry and Michael were unbearable. It was now after having graduating that she answered the ad from a Doctor Drakken. She had had enough with being a hero. Let's see if villainy is any better. Her hands glowed; it wasn't like she could be normal.