「𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗘」❝ I am not my parents and I will never be ❞
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Cassidy Crane was not only the daughter of one, but two super villains and that meant she was going to live a life of prejudice. However, she was nothing like her parents, and he...
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Cassidy, as she had done many times before, had allowed her fear of dreaming to rob her of the opportunity to rest. Even though she had kept herself awake, the tingling sensation in her head and chest persisted, an unwanted reminder of the dreams that had already plagued her. This persistent consciousness, an accompaniment to her recurring nightmares, left her feeling drained and on edge.
"Glancing at the clock once more, she let out a sigh of relief as she realized it was time to get up. Making her way to the kitchen, she first reached for a glass to quench her parched throat. The cool touch of the water against her aching throat was a welcome relief, satisfying the dehydration that had been building up throughout the night.
"Good morning, Cassidy," her grandmother's soft voice caught her off guard, almost causing her to drop the half-empty glass in her hands.
Cassidy clutched her chest, her breathing loud and uneven. "Nana, you scared me!" she exclaimed, the words barely audible above her shaky exhale.
Fiona Crane, also known as Bloom, boasted an exceptional ability in her youth. She was renowned for her power to manipulate, cultivate, and shape various plants. Despite not being the only one with such abilities, Bloom garnered admiration and respect within the superhero community for her noteworthy deeds.
Fiona walked over to Cassidy and gently held her chin, maintaining direct eye contact. "You didn't get a good night's sleep, my dear. What happened?" she inquired, her tone laced with concern.
"N-nothing," Cassidy answered, skillfully evading the question.
Fiona nodded thoughtfully and moved away, respecting Cassidy's need for privacy. "Right, my sense of smell must be tricking me," she mused. Deep down, she knew the day when Cassidy would open up about her troubles would come in time, and she patiently waited for that moment.
Fiona approached the subject delicately, aware of the challenges inherent in her question. "Today is your first day," she began, navigating the topic with care. "How are you feeling about it?" Fiona knew Cassidy had the choice to reject the idea of enrollment, but she was surprised by her granddaughter's lack of hesitation in agreeing to it.
Cassidy's nervous energy was palpable as she admitted, "I'm a nervous wreck, Nana. Once they discover my last name, what are the chances I'll become a target?" Her sleepless nights haunted her, and her current predicament—attending a school—was a source of great distress that she struggled to conceal.
"Cassidy, my dear," Fiona declared with unwavering confidence, "you are the epitome of pure. Remember that." Having raised her granddaughter for most of her life, Fiona's lifelong goal was to ensure Cassidy knew she would not follow in the footsteps of her parents.
Fiona didn't possess the power of foresight, but there was a deep conviction within her that Cassidy Crane was destined to make her mark.
She had seen the potential inside her granddaughter since the day she first held her in her arms as an infant. The innocence and purity radiated off of her like sunlight—and Fiona vowed to do everything in her power to protect that.
Cassidy's childhood was filled with love and guidance, her grandmother never faltering in her promise to ensure the young girl would never become like her parents.
Knowing that arguing with her grandmother would be futile, Cassidy lowered her head in defeat and focused on calming her nerves by repeating a simple breathing exercise.
Cassidy repeated a mantra to herself, her voice filled with determination. "I, am not my parents, and I will never be like them..." She braced herself for the day ahead, the long-awaited first day at Sky High.
It was a statement that had become a lifeline, a reminder of the person she was, and the person she was fighting to remain. The mantra served as a shield, protecting her from the doubts and shadows of her less-than-perfect lineage.
As Cassidy's thoughts echoed through her mind, she felt a surge of resolution rising within her. The words fortified her spirit, reminding her that her parents' mistakes were not bound to be repeated. It was a silent promise that rang true: she would not let her family's actions define her future.
Each repetition of the affirmation brought a wave of strength, instilling in her the belief that she was her own person, not defined by the actions of others. The mantra became a fortress against the negative emotions that could have easily consumed her.
