Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 4 - Elizabeth Goodwin

"Liz! Wake up now! The animals have to eat too ya know!" Mrs Locket yelled from downstairs.

Elizabeth groaned and rolled back over on the other side of her bed. Her frizzy blonde hair floated around her head, her dark blue eyes hid behind close eyelids, her short body curled in a tight ball, and she tried to sneak her slender nose away from the cool air.

She lived with her parent's friends; partly because her parents are so close to the Lockets and that Liz works for them on the weekends or that the Lockets have taken Liz in as one of their own. So she lives in two houses...somewhat.

"Liz! Don't make me come up there!!!" Mrs Locket threatened. She stomped down on the first step, causing Liz to blot up in her covers and fall on the floor, and when Mrs Locket heard the thump, she snickered in victory and walked back to the kitchen.

"Why do I have to get up?! Why can't I just sleep in for once?" She complained.

Elizabeth got dressed, after half an hour of wining and bickering, and she floated down the wooden stairs. Literally. Her feet weren't touching the floor boards, and when she turned the corner to fly into the kitchen, Mr Locket narrowed an eyebrow at her.

"You really shouldn't be using your powers inside you know. If you brake it, you fix it." He grumpily spat. He sometimes didn't mind her powers, but that quickly changed when she tried practicing inside and almost braking every antique in their house. Now he makes sure she only flies in the barn or in the woods. Or anything that involves being outside.

"Sorry sir." She plopped back down on the floor board and lingered over to the stove to look down at the pot. Mrs Locket was cooking up some shrimp jumbo. Elizabeth made a sour face and walked towards the front door.

"I know sweetie, you don't like seafood but it isn't for you. It's for the new neighbors. Now, I need you to do all of your chores and don't forget to wash and care for Glace!" Mrs Locket stated before Liz walked out the door.

"Yes ma'am!"

Liz closed the door. She sat down by the door to slip on her boots then she hopped down the two steps and blotted across the luscious green grass towards the massive white barn. She swung the barn doors open and inhaled deeply; the smell of dingy animals, dirt and manure, and rotted wooden boards tickled her nose.

"Glace!" Liz yelled and whistled as loud as she could. An ebony Portuguese Lusitano gelding popped his head out of the window to look for whoever called him. He flared his nostrils and nodded his head to and fro.

Elizabeth took one step and then pushed up with her other foot to fly over to her horse's stall. She floated in front of his stall while he sniffed her, trying to find treats in her pockets. Elizabeth stroked his long neck, glided her hand under his chin, rubbed behind his ears, and tickled his nip.

When she pulled her hand away, it was covered black. Glace really needed a washing. She giggled and hugged his face. And he let her.

"Alright. Time for breakfast, Glace." Elizabeth said. She flew up to the loft and picked up a bale hay to give to her horse. He wined in glee and swung his head in excitement. Liz dropped the hay right outside of his stall, while he was trying desperately to reach for it, she opened his stall door so he could eat.

She glanced inside his stall and cocked an eyebrow. "I think you make more of a mess than the hogs, Glace." She slapped his barrel but it didn't effect him. She glided over to the tack room to pick up a bucket and a shovel.

It took her twenty minutes to shovel all of the horse crap out of Glace's stall, and she dropped the bucket and shovel by the barn doors and flew up to the loft to get more hay. Glace pranced when he saw more food but Elizabeth denied him from letting him eat any.

She fanned out the hay on the floor to make it look more appealing. Elizabeth turned around and went to get some grain or oats for a real breakfast for him.

But she jerked to the right then pulled an aggressive left to maintain her powers and she slammed into another stall door, she ended up blotting towards the roof and knocking the breath out of herself. The impact was so hard, that for a spilt second she forgot to focus and fly.

So she ended up in a weird yoga pose on the dirty ground. Like the downwards dog or a sloppy position for laziness.

"Well, one thing's for sure, I need more practice with flying." Elizabeth grumbled to herself.