Becoming Goddess

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One

She's dead. She's dead. She's dead, I kept telling myself over and over. I can't believe it my own Mother is dead. I know a lot of girls would be crying their eyes out right now, but as I sit and listen to the Pastor say his blessing all I can think is, she's dead.

".. Mya was a very special person to all of you and..."

I'm sure everyone thought she was special, but not me. My mother Mya Krobi was one of those mothers, who worked, worked and well worked. She had this smooth, silky blonde hair and a tough athletic build. Every time she stepped on Base all the Generals and Sergeants stared in wonder. My mother was in the Air Force. She was a Jet Pilot, but she mostly loved flying the Blue Angels whenever she could. When I stayed with her we lived at the Patterson A.F.B in Ohio. It wasn't fun for me at all. Hardly any other kids my age. I had to beg and plead just to go to normal school where I could attempt to make friends my own age.

As I sit, stiff and unmoving, frozen to my seat I remember the night I asked my mother if I could go to the Spring Formal...

I approached my mother in the kitchen quickly, knowing I only had a certain amount of time to talk to her.

"Mom, can I talk to you before you go?"

My mom was barely at home, whenever I wanted something I had to wait to see her. It was ridiculous. Whenever I needed something or wanted to go somewhere I had to wait for my parents to return home before doing so. Sometimes I even had to wait a day or two! I don't know why I had all these stupid rules; I knew other kids didn't have them. Under no circumstances at all was I allowed to call my parents at work. If I was dying or in a life threatening situation, I was to call 911.

"What do you need, Elle?" my mother spoke stern. As usual.

I wanted to go so bad. I knew I had to stay calm and make sure I worded this right if I wanted to have any chance at going tonight.

"Well I haven't asked you for anything in a while..." I started off slowly, hesitating.

"Yes" she said, waiting.

Well it's now or never. I thought suddenly more anxious than I was just ten seconds ago.

"I wanted to know if I could have permission to attend the school dance tonight at the High School, I'm a junior and I still haven't been to a school dance yet." I finished politely, trying as hard as I could to spit the words out.

Please say yes I thought Please, Please.

"Elle, we discussed this already, and you know I don't like repeating myself. Once should be more than enough. You're too young." She said abruptly.

"But mom please, I just ..." she cut me off too quickly.

"No means no. That's final. This isn't up for discussion." She said firm as she turned on her heel leaving the kitchen as fast as she told me no. Leaving for work twenty minutes earlier than usual.

As I sat there at the funeral thinking of all those times my mom was harsh, I couldn't seem to cry, not a tear. All I could feel was rage and anger. My mom wasn't your average friendly mom and I had understood and accepted that. But the more I realized how many times she's kept me from doing things that every other kid my age did, the more I realized how un-normal and unfair she really was. I couldn't feel any love or kindness towards her. Even though everyone at this funeral has something wonderful and nice to say about her. Not me. She was a wonderful woman to them. But not to me.

My mother died in a 'tragic accident' they said. My mother and her 'training buddies' as most would say, were practicing for the big Blue Angels 4th of July Independence Day parade. Apparently while my mother was piloting the B.A. there were technical problems with one of her fellow pilots. They were all trained for these things; it was all about execution, execution, execution. They thought the problem had been solved, obviously they were wrong. They had overlooked something. By this time my mother was flying low next to her second in command, getting ready for one of the famous Blue Angel tricks. All of a sudden something went wrong and there was a huge explosion, killing my both my mother and her second in command. Luckily where the accident took place was just over the Atlantic. Pieces of the plane scattered throughout the ocean. It was a tragic accident. That also meant that anyone who was anyone in the military had showed up today for the funeral. Hundreds of people gathered to honor my mother and her second in command. What had happened to them was National news, all around the world people knew what happened.