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Astrid hadn't spoken to her mother for the rest of the night and by the time she woke up in the morning her mother had gone to work. She was starving cause of the choice she had made the night before not to eat. As she made herself some scrambled eggs, she thought about the slight argument that she had, with her mother the night before as well. It was an argument they had been having since Astrid was about 10 years old, and the answer was always that her mother didn't know. But then Astrid would her comments like she did last night and she knew her mother wasn't telling the whole truth, it really pissed her off cause she was always truthful with her mother. But she insisted on keeping something as important as her parentage from her, when she was younger she had wondered if her father was some serial killer or rapist or...something. But now she knew there was just something her mother wasn't willing to tell her, "Why doesn't she trust me?" she sad to herself. When the smell of scorching hit her nose she knew she had spent too much time daydreaming and had almost burnt her breakfast.

After slapping the "good" parts of her eggs on a couple of slices of toast she was heading out the door to school. She had thought briefly about skipping today but living on a army base that plan hardly ever worked.

She was surprised at the amount of people chatting outside the school Did you hear about the new guy I heard his reeeeally cute" said one girl to the other.

Astrid shook her head she never understood the "fan girl" fascination that some girls fell into and she proceeded to find a tree to lean up against until school started. She always got weird looks from girls, because she was tall, had blonde hair, and a body that many girls would die to have. But Astrid never had to do a thing, no exercise, no dieting she always looked like this and girls hated her for it. Or they were curious as to why she wasn't one of the most popular girls in school. The truth was Astrid didn't like people who thought they were better then another person based on the fact that they were prettier then everyone else.

"Hey Astrid whats up?, she looked up to see her best friend "Hey, Bailey" she said.

They guy before her was a head shorter then her, had large, thick black glasses on, and Captain America t-shirt on. The kid was by everyone else's standards considered be a geek, but Bailey was one of the nicest person you would ever meet. He had an obsession over the Avengers, he had all kind of books and merchandise at his house, much to the chagrin to his father who was a General. All tough guys like General Hicks wanted their sons to be muscle headed idiots like themselves. So to have a total dork for a son is very disappointing to him and he never ceases to let Bailey know either.

"Soo you hear the rumors about the new kid that just enrolled?" he asked with pure enthusiasm over the social buzz that was floating around school.

"I think it's kind of odd for someone to be coming in a couple of months before school get out, but hey I'm not the principle. So if someone want to come in and the tail end of school I guess it's their prerogative" she said as she pushed away from the tree.

"I also heard through the grape vine that you beat the holy hell out of Griffin yesterday too" he said with a smile. "Almost broke his arm, I swear Astrid are you sure your not some kind of super hero from another planet, like in the comic books?" he chuckled.

This was a conversation that she had been having with him since they were in the third grade, "Nooo, I'm sure I'm not some kind of super hero" Astrid sighed.

"Maybe your a mutant? I've been hearing allot about that lately in the news there's supposed to be some school in New York. All kinds of secret shit" he said with genuine concern for her.

That was a new explanation, Astrid thought about it for a moment, maybe he was right and that's why her mother wold tell her anything about her father. "I don't know maybe I am..." it was then the bell rang and everyone started to file into school to start the day. The pair walked in hoping the day would be fairly uneventful.