The secret supergirl

Chapter 11- Who are you?

Where am I? The moon started to fall and I rushed into the moon and lifted it. back up where it stood. Lex was there and threw kryptonite at me. I fell to the ground.

Thought you were so powerful, huh, supergirl? Or should I call you Andrea?

What are you doing here Lex?
Get out and go back to where you belong!!!!!!

Never! Then he stepped on me and forced his kryptonite belt against my throat. You are just a weak girl. Nothing but a weak Andrea Wilson. Your identity will not be kept for long.

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AGHHHHHHHHHHH! I woke up and freaked out Brenda. She came running into the room and before I could see her, I punched her in the face.

"What happened?" Brenda asked minutes later after I woke her up.

"I possibly punched you in the face because I had a nightmare. The bruise isn't that bad." I assuringly tell her.

"BRUISE?!" She doesn't sense the pain but notices the bruise on her eyelid area. "NO! m..m..my face!"

"Makeup can fix i-"

"No it can't, Andrea! You can always try to fix things, but this, this is not fixable. Please just get ready for school and take the bus. I'm gonna be a bit late."

"Brenda, you will be fine. Just come to school. If it doesn't hurt then you can last the day."

"No, the girls are popular and they can't see through true talent. All they see is beauty."

"Why do you hang out with them? That is a stupid thing to base people on."

"Okay. Ready to go?" Brenda walks out of the bathroom and looks like she wasn't punched at all. "How do I look?"

"Eh, better." I tell her jokingly.
As I walk outside, I hear criminals talking about a bombing at a skyscraper. "Brenda, your moms workplace is in trouble. I gotta save them." I start to run and fly off in my outfit. Brenda is standing there worried some yet starts walking to the bus stop.

I get to the building and see the criminals. They are dressed up as ups delivery men.

"What are you bringing today?" I ask as I sneak up behind them.

"Just uhh, you know shipments." One says as he turns around. They both then notice me and freak out.

I grab their wrists and lock the hand cuffs on them. Then as I'm about to fly, I fall to the ground. The criminals aren't running but they are rather worried.

"What are you doing?" I faintly here one ask before I begin to pass out. Then one more voice is heard it's not one of the criminals. They seem confused and ask, "Clark?"

The rest is blank, Until I wake up.

"How do you think I feel about my daughter passing out?! She's living with my her friends family. Yes. No, I did not orphan her. She left me in some sort of insanely wild action."

"Mom? I look over to the figure. It's my mom. It looks like she had been crying. The last time I saw her were months ago and her hair is dyed again. This time it's purple. She hates purple. Something is wrong.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York? How could you get here so fast?" I asked confused.

"Andrea, you've been in a coma for weeks. Don't you remember?" She said very sadly.