Chapter Four



"Linda!" Called Mrs. Edna Danvers to her daughter.

She was in her late thirties, possessing a pair of light brown eyes and wavy black hair. At that time she was in the kitchen of their house frying some bacons while her husband Fred was reading the morning papers. He sat on the table, alone, drinking his steaming mug of coffee.

"Yeah, I'll be right down!" A female voice yelled back coming from upstairs.

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It's been already twelve years since the last daughter of Argo arrived on Earth. In that past twelve years of her life, a lot of changes had taken place, both physical and mental wise.

Only after a year of residing in the Midvale Orphanage, Linda Lee was adopted by the kind hearted Danvers couple.

From the start, the nuns at the orphanage were not up with the idea knowing that Linda isn't like any other kid and they actually suggested that they choose another one to adopt. But Mrs. Edna Danvers insisted that she wanted the angelic, Linda Lee.

"When I first saw her face and that smile it felt like she was calling to me, Fred." Mrs. Danvers explained to her husband, eyes fixed to the blue eyed little girl peeping through the opened door at the superior's office.

The nun tried their best to convince the couple not to take Linda, but in the end they gave in. They divulged the secret to Mrs. and Mr. Danvers about Linda's real origin.

The couple laughed at the though of that little girl as an alien. Then the nuns took them to the basement of the orphanage, they were speechless at the sight of a strange looking glass bubble spear. After a thorough inspection of the ship and a lot of explaining from Sister Lourdes, Edna and Fred became believers.

They vowed to keep Linda's origin a secret from anyone. Although the couple learned that the little girl they wanted to adopt is technically an alien, they still wanted her.

Mr. and Mrs. Danvers promised the nuns that they would take care of the child no matter what and that they would give her a normal life.

"She will be loved." Edna said, removing the wig from Linda's head. She touched her blonde hair and looked at her lovingly.

Now all grown up, the sixteen years old Linda Lee Danvers is loving every bit of her life. She experienced everything there is about growing up. She felt how it is to fall in love and be loved and had even gone through her fair share of heartbreaks. She felt how it is to be used and be left out from a group.

Linda learned to look at things from both sides now, a teenager wise beyond her years. And although she appeared as a normal teenager, equipped with raging hormones to everyone else, she's not.

As a child she exhibited unbelievable strength. Ones she lifted Mr. Danvers' car with one hand when her ball rolled under it. The couple freaked out at the sight of that. Then just six years ago, she developed her amazing speed.

"A speed that could rival a speeding bullet." Her father reckoned when he first saw her run.

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"Linda!" Mrs. Danvers called again from the kitchen. "You'll miss your bus again!"

"Yeah, Yeah! In a minute!" She replied brushing her shoulder length brown hair with a boar brush, facing the mirror of her vanity.

Through the years she had discovered the wonders of hair dye. Actually her mom introduced her to coloring her hair instead of wearing the brown wig. Linda had been used to the brown hair color of her hair, instead of her natural blonde color.

With her blonde hair she felt strangely exposed and vulnerable, but with the brown hair it felt to her like she's safe and secure. It kinda like the same logic with other people carrying stuff they don't really need. A spare key, a handkerchief, a pen, or a pocket watch for example. Carrying these things make those people in control, lucky and even safe. It's like their warm blanket.

Linda grabbed her icy green book bag from her bed, strapped it on her left shoulder and headed down stairs to see her parents. She stepped into the kitchen in a hurry.

A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, placed on her usual spot at the table attracted her attention. With her thick biology book in one hand, she picked up the glass with her free hand and gulped it down straight. The chilly citrus taste flowing down her throat always made her whole system pumped up.

"Can't eat breakfast." She walked towards her mom as she planted a kiss on her cheek. "Gonna miss the bus again."

Linda strolled around the table to kiss her father on the forehead, all the while not noticing the stunned look on his face when she got in the room.

"Bye!" Said Linda heading for the door.

"Linda." Mr. Danvers uttered before she had the chance to leave.

"What now?" She thought turning on her heels to face him.

"Yes dad?" Linda asked with a smile plastered on her lips.

"What's that you're wearing?" Her father queried referring to her black and white stripped, haltered top that exposed her flawless back and mid section. She bottomed the ensemble with her dark denim pants.

"A top." Answered Linda looking down on the fabulous creation.

"Says who?"

"Esprit." She answered plainly.

"Oh no! No! You're not going to school wearing that-." Fred racked his brains for something to call that piece of clothing. So he finished, "Thing."

Linda was not shocked to hear that coming from her father. This is not the first time that Mr. Danvers prohibited her to swear sexy clothes to school. He was an old fashioned kinda guy and it always drove Linda nuts!

She gave his father a hurt look, even though deep inside she knew he wouldn't buy it. When that didn't work, she turned her gaze on her mom to back her up.

Mrs. Danvers shrugged and gave her daughter a 'go-get-something-to-put-on- top-of-that-ensemble' look. Just by looking at her mother, Linda knew what she was telling her.

She groaned, placing her things on her chair and disappeared from the kitchen. A minute later she ran down the stairs with a black, cotton sweater on.

"Satisfied?" Linda retorted picking up her book and bag from the chair.

"Better!" Fred praised noting how the long sleeves of the black sweater covered his daughter's arms and especially her back and tummy.

Linda stared at her mom who gave her a weak smile. She returned it with a 'thank-you-for-not-helping-me' smile.

"You look decent, very lady like. Compared to just wearing that 'top' alone, you looked-." Her father paused again, thinking of the right word to describe the look.

"Slutty?" She finished for him, pressing her lips together after that.

"Well-." Is the only word that he managed to mumble.

"Don't worry dad the 'Slut' position in school's already taken." Kidded Linda walking for the door that would lead in the hallway. "Fashion victim's up for grabs though."

Lowering her gaze on her sweater she added, "Think I'm gonna run for that one. Wish me luck."

"Good luck!" Mr. and Mrs. Danvers wished her in unison. They looked at each other and chuckled afterwards.

She made a face at her parents.

"And I'm off." Linda said it like she was about to fly out of the front door.

Her dad may be old fashioned, strict and a bit nutty at times, but those are the things that she's thankful for often. It meant that he cares for her, that he values her feelings. Linda's got the most wonderful parents in the entire world and she knew that. She couldn't ask for anything more.

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"I'll call you tonight, ok?" A hunk called out as he climbed off the school bus with Linda Danvers.

"Oh no please gawd! No!" Linda wanted to tell the annoying guy, but instead she replied with a sweet 'ok' and a fake smile.

She watched him ran off for the high school field as she gave herself a mental kick at the heels for ever giving that guy her number.

Dylan Jacobs' a member of the high school football team, which automatically made him one of the most popular guys around. He's a senior and as far as Linda knows, he's currently dating Louise Menken, a senior member of the cheering squad.

Linda sighed and commenced walking for the school's entrance when a car honked behind her. Surprised, she turned around and saw a red car moving to the sides of the street.

"Hi Linda." Greeted the raven hair, brown eyed female driver when she rolled down her side of the window.

"Lois, Hi!"

Lucy Lane unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. She slammed the door shut and walked towards her best friend, Linda on the other side.

"Can you do me favor, Lyn? Please keep Lucy out of trouble." Lois Lane uttered fixing her brown eyes on Linda's towering form. "She just had her rabbis shot but just to make sure, watch her for me."

Linda had to laugh at that, tucking a few strands of her brown her behind her ear. Lucy, her best friend, gave her an annoyed look. She coughed and tried to keep a straight face.

"Bye Lois!" Lucy shot back, hugging her books close to her chest.

Lois knew her sister was definitely annoyed and she loved that look on her face. It was priceless.

"Bye Lyn." She said with a small giggle. Then to her sister, "Bye Bye Lucy."

The red car drove off to Lucy's absolute relief. They continued walking for the school entrance as Lucy went on ranting about how irritated she is with her older sister.

The Lane's were originally from Metropolis, Kansas. About eight years ago Mr. and Mrs. Lane separated. They came up with the decision that Mrs. Lane would have Lois and Mr. Lane would have their youngest daughter, Lucy. Technically the couple's not divorced or anything, it's more like a 'cool off period' for both of them.

Mr. Lane, being originally from Leesburg decided to take Lucy with him and live with his parents for a while. Just last year Mr. Lane sent Lucy to Metropolis to be with her mom and her sister and so this year it was Lois' turn to visit her dad and Lucy at Leesburg.

"Why is she still here?" Linda queried taking the lead on taking the first flight of stairs for the school's entrance.

"School starts in Metropolis next Monday." Lucy answered lagging behind her friend with the rest of some students. "I still got a week to injure living with that witch!"

"Why are you so mad with Lois?" She muttered with a giggle, sensing how Lucy seemed to explode at the mere mention of Lois' name.

"For one, she bosses me around. She acts like she's older than me or something."

"Uh-She is older than you Luce." Reminded Linda, furrowing her eyebrows, amused. "A year older."

"Well-." Lucy looked away to come up with a reply. "Yeah, ok she is. But that doesn't give her the right to treat me like I'm a small kid. She's a freshman in High school and so am I! Which only proves, by the way, that I'm smarter than her."

"Oh boy," Linda thought to herself with a discreet sigh. "She's going for that speech again about 'being smarter than Lois'. This is going to be quite an interesting day."

The two friends proceeded walking through the crowded hallways of Leesburg High.