Prologue
It is not that easy to live an "ordinary" teenage life when you grow up at a military base with over-protective parents and (this is the part why my life could never even come close to the meaning of the word "ordinary") with huge alien robots that consider you as family (or "pod" as they call it) and that have far more ways to keep you "safe" than your human parents.
No matter if you want to be kept safe. I mean don't get me wrong. I love them all, they are all great and so on but it is impossible to live like your friends (or any other teenager) when your family already fought wars for the whole planet (and won them successfully).
Having enemies that are able to destroy a whole planet in a couple of days makes people become paranoid, especially those can't defeat their enemies without help. That's why my mother and father don't like it when I'm meeting with friends alone: I could be attacked by someone. (Yeah, for sure.)
And having this irrational fear to lose me makes them do the most blockheaded thing parents could possibly do to their sixteen year old teenage daughter: Every time I leave the base, I have a, um, "babysitter" with me.
Yes. You guys heard right: I am sixteen. And I've got a babysitter. Well, actually I've got more than one, but you'll see later. Oh seems like I lost track of time while pitying myself here in the bathroom. I can hear my mother calling for me… well I am starving anyways.