Wondergirl

                                    

                                          
Grass floated gently alongside the southern Kansas breeze. The sun had come to set upon the pasture fields of green, in the middle of the meadow sat a quaint and homely house. Paint chipped from its worn porches, wind chimes rang softly with every sway and the floorboards creaked all night long; but it was home, home for Cassie Sandsmark.
                          


                          
Two years ago her life was on a different path, spending semesters of college excellent abroad and exploring everything the world had to offer a fresh young mind. However her mother was injured in an expedition, suffering an event that stunted her mind to a point of seemingly no return. And just like that she dropped everything to take care of her mother, bringing her back to the only house she had called home.  Some nights were harder than others, some nights the voices of everyone from her podunk town were all she heard; each one dismissing her dreams. It felt amazing to prove them wrong but now, she knew they had heard she was back. "Too big for her britches" she knew what they would say, what their glances meant. If it wasn't a look of arrogance it was one of pity, both seem to sting just the same way.
                          


                          
Lights flickered in a dusty garage, the young blonde entered the the messy room that was occupied by a string of power tools and an old 1957 cherry red Chevy truck. She lifted the hood, struggling with it at first, once propped she turned on an old television no bigger than a microwave. The screen was barely discernible, reception failing on all ends.
                          


                          
"This is Vicki Vale with latest news from Gotham! Is the city lost without Batman? Last night there was an incident in the museum of Antiquities. A group of armed criminals attempted to steal one of the items from the building while holding several civilians hostage. Thankfully another superhero was visiting and decided to show up just in time. Yes, Wonder Woman prevented them to take the precious artifact and saved the poor visitors. One of the eyewitnesses sent us this exclusive recording of Batwoman arriving at the crime scene with the note saying: 'You could say she was fashionably late and her skills were ridiculous.'"
                          


                          
"Way to go, Wonder Woman." An exhale escaped Cassie's lips, examining the engine before her. "Alright, let's get to work." A hard mask of steel came down over her face while she powered a tool with her other hand. Just as the fiery gadget was about to make contact the fire suddenly disappeared. Her head turned, checking the wire to find the solution and there she found the culprit-her friend, Heather.

                          
Cassie exhaled, clutching her own chest. "You scared the bejesus out of me! Don't sneak up on a girl like that, damn, Heather." She lifted her mask, discarding her heat proof gloves in a bin. "How'd you get in here anyways?"

                          
Heather's hands slid into her own back pockets, lowering her head in shame. "Well we are already on the subject of tools so i might as well tell ya.. Diesel picked the lock."

                          
The blonde was outraged, disgust painting her face. "Jesus, Heather. I turn down one invitation to go out drinking, dancing, cow tipping or whatever the fuck you do for fun and this is your grand plan. To bring him around ?"

                          
"Hey! It's been a year since you've left this stupid garage. Yeah it's not glamorous like France or Belgium or whateverthefuckstan but we're still your friends and for some fucking reason we still care about your depressing ass. If you want to wallow here in self pity, blame yourself or blame Diesel for what happened to your mom then go ahead, I'm.. done trying."

                          
Cassie hung her head low, clenching her teeth before finally giving in. "Wait.. I'll go, okay? Just let me put on something nice."

                          
Heather flashed her a smile, "Hey and wear those blue jeans that cling to your ass."