My husband says this job is starting to stress me out, but I can't help it! Every time I get something new something happens. Whether it be the tape runs out or a new villain pops up...something happens! But...I am beginning to think this job is a bit too much for me. I am finding things out that no other reporter has found out before. Like the research lab...I mean, how long has the government been keeping this from us? Mr. Incredible says he found out about his powers during high school, that's when the government contacted him as well...I imagine Mr. Incredible is now in his twenties. Have they been around us all this time? Using our tax dollars to hide them? This is ridiculous! We Metroville civilians should have never even imagined our government to lie to us, but, I'll save that for another article. Right now my main mission is to finish these interviews...but am I in over my head now?
So here I am again, sitting across from the blue-eyed god-like man. I'm at the edge of my seat, trying to focus, but I can't really focus with this thought on the back of my head. I keep nodding...great now I probably look like a drunk...or a druggie...
'Focus Susanna...focus!'
So as I eventually gained my attention once more, I managed to actually let the words flowing out of this blond-haired beau enter my noggin.
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'Research lab…?'
Of course you wouldn't know about it, the government kept it hidden for years, there was a rumor it was going to be found out...so they shut it down and hid all evidence that it ever existed...I don't think I should be talking about this...
'Hm...we'll ask other supers if they had to attend this...research lab as well. But Mr. Incredible, that's all about the good ol' days we need to hear from you for now. Please, answer one more question for us?'
Hearing that from you Mrs. Ellows...makes me feel like I've sad too much. One more question? Sure.
''What's the deal with Mr. Skipperdoo?'
I'm a fan of rabbits? You have to admit the little guy is kinda cute.
'Ha ha, that'll do Mr.. Incredible. That'll do.'
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Maybe I'm just not easily satisfied when it comes to my work. But as I listen to this interview repeatedly I simply can not write anymore. I still have four other supers to interview, Elastigirl, Stratogale, Thunderhead, and Psycwave. Psycwave could easily just read my mind and take the interview herself...but I guess I need the audio huh? But I guess this isn't a very stressful night for me, I'm warm and pretty cozy. I completed the interview successfully and gained more information that I thought...but still...something is bothering me.
I sure do wish Jefferey would stop harassing me about work. I know he is my husband, and deserves more attention but gosh, does he not understand how important this is? My whole career can gain something out of this report. At least I have my interview with Elastigirl to look forward to...
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Elastigirl was actually on time. I wasn't expecting her to be late or anything, but Mr. Incredible had came somewhat late and I guess I expected it out of supers for some reason. Sitting across from her was overpowering. I could tell she was strong, and it wasn't from her worn suit. She had a smile that said 'Nice to meet you' with a hint or 'What are you looking at?'. Elastigirl was a known feminist, nearly everything she said to the public supported women, whether it was about crime fighting or relationship status she always put herself on top, and brought women up with her. I've always idolized Elastigirl so I couldn't help but be a little shaken up while sitting across from her. Stirring the coffee in my hands and looking into her bold, doe-like eyes, I finally started.
'Good Morning Elastigirl, it's a pleasure having you here.'
'My agent informed me that you guys wanted an interview. I'm honored to be here. You know I never imagined a country girl like myself would end up here.'
'You probably never imagined you'd be fighting bad guys and girls either.'
'Oh yes, I miss those days when I dreamed of living a more simple life.'
'So Elastigirl...exactly when did you learn of your powers?'
Unlike Mr. Incredible she remembered without taking a minute to think about it.
'I found out when I was young, and I wanted to go out for gymnastics.'
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All my life I was flexible, my parents just told me I was double jointed. Flexibility doesn't really conflict with your daily life, so it was no big deal. When I turned ten my mother began training me to go out for gymnastics. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do exactly, but I knew I wanted to use my...
'Skills?'
Yes, exactly, skills.
To go out in some kind of sport. The fact was I was sick of being stuck in a home with my super country mom and dad. My dad always thought I'd make a good housewife and nothing more, I don't want to just...sit around all day. Or cook and clean all day, that's boring. I'm wild as a bull, not as weak as a duck. So, I talked to my mom and she decided she'd help me out.
Starting at six in the morning I'd run with her, I wasn't sure where I was running each day, but I ran with her. I always had weak knees and she told me that it could be fixed with more running...so that's all I did for the first few weeks. The third week my mother told me I'm a horrible stretcher and I'm lucky I hadn't pulled anything yet. So I did everything I knew how to do...then I had the weirdest feeling in my back ever. It was numb yet...I could still feel it. I thought I had dislocated something. So there I was, sitting in a butterfly stretch and leaning only my legs with a weird feeling in my back. I quickly sat up to understand what exactly was going on. My mom was wide eyed. I will never get used to the feeling of my body expanding. I thought I would be used to it by now but...the feeling...it's like being a ghost. I feel numb, empty, and dead where ever I expand or stretch.
I also will never forget my mother's gaze. I was completely unaware of the whole situation. Once w e finally understood what had just happened, I quickly stood up. I said something very softly to her, and I remember she said "It's just you being flexible and double jointed..." But we both knew that wasn't it. I was trying to think of a way to tell my father, without freaking him out or giving him one of his crazy "money making" ideas.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long, my laptop died and I had no way to write! Eeeks.