Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to hyperpsychomaniac!

"SheZow, you look-in like a fool, better stop now before you lose all of your-woah!" Candy Rapper raps as use my Super Sonic Shriek to throw him against the wall of the frozen-yogurt shop.

"Good shot SheZow!" Maz exclaims, bouncing up as Bed Head.

"You know it dude," I brag as I admire my work.

The welcome bell dings and I hear a vicious snarl behind my back, "Shecow,"

I turn around and mutter underneath my breath, "Dad,"

My dad's standing there in the doorway with his partner Officer Wackerman, radiating the usual hate for SheZow.

"Look at what a mess you made!" He rants, gesturing around the room.

I look around at the sparkly-clean shop, for once I had followed Kelly's advice and managed not to wreck the place.

"What mess?" I trill in my high-pitched SheZow voice.

"This mess!" Dad says and picks up a miniscule piece of plaster from the ground.

I sigh as he glares at me. I just wish something SheZow does could be good enough for him.

Before Dad can chew me out anymore, Officer Wackerman walks up with a hand-cuffed Candy Rapper.

"Boxter, I got the crook. Let's take him down to the station, I don't want to miss happy hour at the donut shop!" He exclaims.

Dad nods and throws one more at me before he leaves, "You're lucky I don't arrest you for this ruckus!"

I suck in my breath to stop from yelling back or breaking into tears, I'm not sure which would come first.

"I'm sure he would be nicer if he knew," Maz comforts me. Noticing my disposition, he asks, "You're not gonna cry are you?"

I muster a smile and say, "No way dude! Crying's for girls!"

Maz snorts and we head to Shehicle.

Later at dinner Dad starts to complain about SheZow, "Today, she practically demolished the frozen-yogurt shop!"

With every complaint I can feel my anger rising in my chest and I shout, "Dad! I- I mean SheZow didn't destroy the shop! SheZow's not the problem, you are!"

Everybody's silent for a moment until Dad stands up as well.

"Oh, so now my own family is turning against me!" He shouts back. "Well that's just fantastic!'

Dad angrily storms out of the room and I sit back down, staring at my lap.

"Guy, why did you yell at your father like that?" Mom asks gently.

"I don't know," I murmur, despite knowing exactly why. I don't want my dad to hate me.