'Every moment in my life felt like I was being told who I was supposed to be…' Liz thought. 'Mom and Dad always saw me as someone with a lot of potential, but I struggled to achieve even the lowest bar of that.'
Dad slammed his hand against the table. Liz didn't twitch as those painful eyes turned even more foreign. Dad was billowing with anger and all Liz could do was wonder when this would be over.
"I got a call from school saying you didn't go on the trip! When I asked if it was the trip for Biology, they asked me what I was talking about?!? Where the hell did you go?!?" Dad slammed his fist on the table again. Liz lifted her head and stared at her father with cold eyes. It was the first time her own father wouldn't understand her and it wouldn't be the last.
Liz lifted her hand up and showed her dad. Purple lightning streaked across her hands and she smiled. Dad's eyes went wide and he started yelling. HE started throwing things around.
