"I don't understand, What about Cat Grant picking me up?" I called my sister over the phone.

"She has offered to watch you while I go out with Adam," she replied as if it were normal.

"Okay, I'll wait, I'll see you later," I said goodbye to her, sitting on the same bench as always, with the slight difference that Jean was not sitting here with me.

I looked toward the entrance, looking down when our eyes meet, unable to bear it, focusing on identifying the car that was supposed to pick me up.

It was all so difficult ... I honestly could not take it anymore, I was not able to do it, because every day that happened it was able to destroy myself even more, I needed to talk to him, to recover my best friend, nevertheless, I was aware that the time was distancing us further.

I heard them calling me, so I turned to find Ms. Grant, locating her before approaching her.

"When will your sister stops dressing you as she dresses?" she said shaking her head at the same time that we were riding in the car.

I looked at my clothes, not seeing what the problem was, although it did not convince myself either, but it did not seem to me to be anything out of the ordinary either.

I sighed, closing my eyes, struggling not to allow thoughts to pass through my head, feeling as she watched me closely.

"Did you have a bad day?" She asked, so I looked at her and then shook my head.

"No, well, a little," I replied with a shrug. "I don't know what to do," I whispered without even knowing why I was doing it.

"About what?" She asked curiously, keeping me silent. "You can tell me, you can trust me," she said, trying to convince me.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Ms. Grant, I don't want to talk about it," I replied, making her nod.

For the rest of the way, I remained completely silent, which lasted for much of my stay at her home, for the first thing I did was to put myself into the duties I had to do, seeing myself interrupted on several occasions by her, who did not stopped asking me if I was okay, if I needed anything.

"Kaelah, honey, Did you finish your homework?" She asked, receiving a statement on my part. "Good, I got clothes from a new brand and they want me to sponsor it in the next magazine, and I need someone who can try them, "she explained, starting to make me nervous." Would you mind doing that? "

I looked at her, confused in some way, not knowing very well what to answer, because at the moment I was beginning to think she had another purpose, for which my sister was going to be angry.

"I don't think I should, Ms. Grant," I replied, denying her notion.

"Call me Cat, and yes, you should" she looked at me seriously. "Also it's just try it and make a couple of photos, and if want, you can be part on the next magazine, What do you say? It may be the beginning of a great career, many girls would die for being in your place" she said smiling, causing me to shake my head again, refusing to do so, being aware of what would happen if I accepted.

I bit my lower lip nervously, listening as they rang the bell, making her gaze become much more intense before she spoke again.

"The photographer has just arrived" she smiled. "You have to do it, come on, you'll like it, I can assure you" she still smiled.

She took me to a kind of dressing room, where she forced me to change, putting the first set of five I had, and then order one of the girls to comb my hair and make-up.

When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised, I seemed a different person, looking at how I had managed to highlight the color of my eyes.

"Cute," Grant said, coming back. "Well, let's go."

I nodded nervously, not being very confident about what I was going to do, because, honestly, I did not see I fit for this.

I stopped short when I saw the whole room, no doubt, this was prepared long before, Cat knew I was going to do this the moment she told my sister that she offered to take care of me. However, what surprised me the most was seeing James in front of me.

"You're the photographer?" I asked incredulously.

"Wait, are you the model?" He questioned back, just as surprised as I was.

"Well, I see that you know each other," said Cat. "Let's start."

I sighed trying to relax, trying to follow the directions that James was giving me, feeling completely clunky, not knowing how to do it, causing the laughter of both.

"Kaelah, I know you're nervous, but try to concentrate, okay?" James smiled. "You're doing fine, just try to relax," he tried to cheer me up.

"Seriously? I don't think I do it right, it's very forced" I said making him shake his head.

The photographic session continued, with the five sets, each with different hairstyle and makeup, which made it take a long time, so, I was not surprised that when we finished it was so late.

The truth was that I felt proud of myself, since with each photo that had made a part of my shyness had been lost, getting to get very realistic photos.

"You've been perfect, honey," said Mrs. Grant, approaching.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"I'm serious, because your sister has your custody and I don't think she wanted to give it to someone, but I would adopted you," she said, surprising me. "You're the daughter I've never had," she said, stroking my hair.

I smiled really surprised by what she was saying, grateful that she thought that about me. I allowed her to hold me for a couple of seconds, for she seemed rather distressed that I should leave.

"Do not tell your sister, honey, I'll tell her," she said, pulling me away from her.

I nodded, I was not going to tell her anything anyway, because I was afraid of the reaction she might have to everything I had done, so I thought to keep silent, without uttering a word.

"Kaelah, are you ready to take you home?" James asked.

"Take care of her, do not leave her alone at home until Kara arrives," she said, causing his face of astonishment before he nodded slightly.

We both said goodbye to her before we headed for Kara's apartment, who already knew that James was going to come home, but that fact had made her not stop asking what had happened, why he had gone to Cat's house, but luckily he had managed to dissuade her.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the apartment was to change and settle in the couch with the intention of waiting for my sister, despite James' suggestions for me to go to bed, but I denied him every time he said it, being completely asleep in just a few minutes.

I was nervous and the truth is that I had my reasons, today came the magazine, the one that published my photos, so that the moment my sister would find out everything and try to kill me was going to happen throughout the day, I was completely sure of it.

I opened the door of my room expecting to see Kara, however, everything was silent, fact that surprised me, because the truth is that she rarely allowed me to go to school alone.

"Nice pictures," Alex's voice sounded at my side, frightening me, making me much more nervous. "When were you going to tell us?"

I looked at her unresponsively, not wanting to do so out of fear of the reprimand she might throw me at, yet I could feel her impatience, so I moved, trying to get away from her.

"You're good, there are really cool pictures, but don't you think you should have told her?" She asked.

"Cat Grant asked me not to say anything," I replied trying to defend myself. "I would have told her, but I couldn't, we both know what would have happened," I said.

"She's going to be angry," she pointed out as if it were not obvious enough.

Even so, this topic of conversation was ended there, because neither of us pronounced anything new about it, during the time I spent with her. However, if I could see how the eyes of the people were stuck in me as I was walking the halls of high school, to such an extent that I wanted to pretend I was sick to be able to get out of here, then, honestly, I do not.

The only thing worth bearing all day was that Jean, for the first time in several weeks, wanted to talk to me at the exit, holding me, although if we were sincere, my sister had not yet arrived.

"Kaelah, are you a model now?" He asked, making me look disappointed that he wanted to talk about it.

"Umm ... yes, any problem?" I asked.

"No, it's just that I didn't know that facet of you," he replied, fixing his attention on what was happening behind me. "Hey, do you know Supergirl?"

"No ... should I?" I was beginning to not understand what was happening, however, did not give him time to answer me, because my sister did it for him.

"Kaelah Danvers, isn't it?" She asked, receiving a statement from me. "Your sister asked me to pick you up and take you home," she explained, getting me to glare at her, but not to attract attention, deciding to follow her to her apartment, where she ended up exploiting everything. "Can you tell what the photos are? When did that sound like a good idea?"

I sat quietly in the couch next to Alex, who watched us unintentionally intervene between us.

"I've had to find out through Clark, he's called to tell me that his boss was arguing with Cat to hire you," she began. "When were you going to tell me?" You're a baby, you're only sixteen, it's not right for you, "she reproached.

"I'm not a baby," I defended myself. "I didn't have enough people to look at me, so that they now remember me as the girl who was picked up by Supergirl because her family does not trust her," I complained.

"I would not have gone to get you, if I hadn't heard of this," she replied. "I spent about an hour on the phone with the Daily Planet's director not to hire you," she said as I was to blame.

"I have been living standards, without complaining, without putting the slightest bit even if it is the last thing I want to do, and for once I do something I wanted to do, I'm being scolded" I said looking directly into her eyes, just when both Alex's phone and hers ring.

"I have to go," she whispered. "This conversation is not over here," she said shortly before leaving.

I insisted to Alex to take me with her, because the truth is that I needed to distract me, fact that cost me several attempts, however, by the time we arrived at the scene I regretted I should have stayed at home, since I was not prepared to this, to see her again, still in his side, doing what she had been told.

Thanks for reading,

Ayrin