5 years Later

A now fourteen year old Vanellope Von Schweets stared out of the classroom window at the rain, boredom written all over her face. They were studying the history of super heroes. She knew it already. She could probably tell it backwards in fact. She only listened for a minute when she heard the teacher mention the Incredibles, and glanced over at her friend Violet to see her trying to hide a blush. Ever since the Incredibles stopped Syndrome a few months ago they had been everywhere. It was blatantly obvious that it made Violet uncomfortable if someone brought it up, no matter how much she denied it. It made Vanellope angry that the one time something interesting happened around this city, she was out of town. She returned her eyes to the rain and held back sighing.

It seemed like a lifetime before the bell rang for the end of the day. They had been set a three page essay on Syndrome and his super killing spree. Vanellope could probably finish it in five minutes if Violet gave her a hand. She met Violet outside the classroom and the two walked out towards the schools entrance. They both sat under the sheltered area waiting for Violet's mum to show up and take them home.

"Well that lesson was…" Violet started.

"Completely pointless and boring?" Vanellope offered, keeping her eyes on the road.

Violet gave a small nod and the two lapsed back into silence. Ever since Vanellope got back from the holiday she had with her uncle and found out about the Syndrome situation, things between the two girls had been strange. Before the incident they had seemed to share a mutual hatred of their powers, Vanellope because it took her away from everyone she loved and hero work was what had killed her parents and Violet because all she wanted was to be normal. That topic could keep them talking for hours and always opened up a world of conversation between them. Now, however, Violet seemed to have matured in a way Vanellope hated. Gone was the shy, reserved girl that wished to be normal and standing before her was a strong young woman that radiated self-confidence and took every chance possible to practice her powers. Her clothing had changed as well. Violet now wore more form fitting clothes as opposed to baggy jumpers that hid her body. Vanellope couldn't help but feel odd around the girl. She was still wearing the same, slightly loose turquoise hoodie on top of a brown denim skirt with turquoise leggings underneath, she still painted her nails candy-cane style with her left hand being turquoise with white stripes and pink stripes in the middle of the white stripes and her right hand being turquoise with a white spiral pattern, she still wore the black high-top trainers and tied her hair in a ponytail with multi-coloured hair clips dotted around. The age difference between the two was only a few months but it felt like years now.

At last Mrs Parr pulled up outside the school and the two girls made a dash for the comfort of the warm car. Violet slid into the passenger seat next to her mum and Vanellope went to the back with Dash. Vanellope didn't mind, she liked Dash and his energy. So when Dash started babbling about how his friends had been arguing about which hero was the best, she found herself not caring in the slightest, despite trying to avoid the 'heroes are back' topic for months.

"So, how was your day girls?" Helen asked after Dash had finally calmed down.

"Mine was fine," Violet started and instantly Vanellope was on alert, she knew there this was heading "but Vanellope got sent to the office again."

"Hey!" Vanellope snapped only to have Helen and Violet keep talking as if she wasn't there.

"What for this time?" Helen sighed, clearly exasperated.

"She snuck into the staff room and took Mr Candy's favourite sweets, the expensive ones shipped from Japan, then started selling them off in the courtyard."

"Made a whole twenty bucks from it as well!" Vanellope stated proudly before deflating "Before the git took it off me."

"We've talked about this Vanellope." Helen deadpanned, keeping her eyes on the road "You can't do that just because you think he has it out for you."

"He DOES have it out for me!" Vanellope yelled, waving her arms for emphasis "And anyway, it's not like he doesn't have the money to buy more, he's rich! I don't even see why he's a teacher, he hates kids and he has loads of money!"

"That's not the point." Helen muttered as they pulled into the garage "I'm going to have to talk to Bob about this-"

"Oh big deal." Vanellope cut across, unstrapping herself and throwing the door open, leaving the car before slamming the door and storming into the house.

Helen winced, opening the car door and yelling after her "and we'll have to discuss your punishment!"

Vanellope stormed to her room, slamming the door behind her before flopping onto the bed. She was sick of it. For the last five years she had been moving all across this country with this family, being moved here, there and everywhere, for five years she had to put up with tight curfews and constant grounding for things she hadn't even done and now she was starting to grow tired of it. She did see them as family, yeah, and all families fight, but this was a family where she couldn't just take a walk outside if she got angry. Helen and Bob liked to know where their kids were at all times and that included Vanellope. She took a deep breath and stared at the celling for a minute before rolling onto her side and opening a draw in her bedside cabinet. Inside was a pristine, never worn super suit that Helen made her keep by her bed since the Syndrome incident.

Vanellope sat up, pulled it out and unfolded it. For the first time she gave the outfit a proper look over. It was a white jumpsuit type thing, with turquoise and pink lightning bolts around the bottoms of the sleeves, trousers and neckline, in the centre was a pink 'G' with turquoise outline a lightning bolt detail coming off it. Attached to the label with string was a red mask to protect her identity. Written on the label was 'Enda Mode' Vanellope sighed, pulling out a pair of nail scissors from her bedside table and cut the string off, allowing the mask to fall to the floor. She picked it up and placed it on her face, taking a moment to wonder how it was meant to stay on with nothing to hold it on before turning to the 'G'. She thought hard about why there would be a 'G' other suit and almost instantly her mind turned to a conversation with Helen when she first got there and actually liked having powers. Before she realised what a curse they were. She had asked Helen how she chose her hero name, and, with Vanellope being so small, Helen humoured her and after telling her story, helped Vanellope pick a name of her own. Glitch.

Vanellope huffed slightly at the fact Helen remembered that. She ran her finger along the fabric and remembered Helen saying that it could turn into electricity as she did. That was something Vanellope had discovered whilst training. She could teleport around by turning herself into light blue lightning and whizzing around, sometimes using electric cables to travel further and faster. One issue, when she changed she left her clothes behind, normally turned to cinders. She let out a small laugh at the memory, it was something she dare say she enjoyed. She glanced at the window and then back at the suit in her hand. She need to cool off and let off steam, but she needed to do it fast. What better way to do that then by using her powers to get as far away as possible using telegraph poles? 'I can't believe I'm doing this' she thought, before climbing off the bed and changing into the suit.


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