I Will be Your Batgirl if You be my Supergirl

2 weeks before we meet

I'm on the nonstop flight to Detroit, Michigan to help Grandma clean up and take care of her. This is going to be the longest 6 hours of my life. Might as well get comfortable.

While on the way to the gate I had to take all 5 of my electronics out of my bag with my dad.

Dad was walking me to the gate because I'm a mere 13 year old brat. I'm almost 14 but that won't happen for another 2-3 months.

I forgot my earbuds at home so I'm stuck not listening to my music but playing games instead. My head still hurts from the take off and I'm trying not to hyperventilate.

This is my first trip on a plane since I was 7 and I forgot how bad my immune system was. My immune system hates me and doesn't let me do anything without trouble. Especially if it's including high altitudes.

This is going to be a long trip. I am going to Michigan from Arizona to help Grandma clean up her old house. The house was taken over by my late, hoarder of a great aunt that I never met.

When I landed Grandma came and got me at the gate then I went out for Chinese food and ate a crap ton of food.

When I went to the house I unpacked a little and because of jetlag I didn't fall asleep until 3 am Michigan time. I didn't wake up the next morning until around 3 or 4 so we didn't do much.

We spent the first few days touring the city and running errands. After about 3 days we finally started working on the cleaning aspect of the trip. That took up the rest of the trip.

I never got used to the time there and after hearing that many people commuted suicide by getting hit by trains I would feel much more suicidal than before. I would end up crying myself to sleep every night. One night I was so bad that every time I heard the train horn I would start crying again and planned out my entire suicide. From the notes to how it would end. It was very detailed.

To this day I still think about it and think I'm glad I didn't do it. Grandma would see that I was upset in the morning and want to send me home early but I didn't want to. I ended up staying till the end and being glad to go home.

When I got home there were only 4 days till school started and on the last Friday of the summer I went to the school I wanted to go to and had Dad enroll me.