This great idea came to me in a flash. Also, I may not continue it for awhile because I'm really busy, just a heads up.

Thoughts

Chapter 1

OC POV

I woke up to the sound of hard rock music blasting from my phone. Snapping awake, I rolled out from under a plush comforter and attempted to remember all the work I needed to complete at various points in the day because it had not been done (ignored) the day before.

Shoot. So much to do… but first a shower…

After a nice hot shower, I brushed out my waist length black hair tinted purple at the ends from a bet I had lost. Thankfully, I actually liked how the dye made my hair look. It was such a slight tint of color that you had to look twice to truly see it. I disliked the gaudy hair dye styles many people at school flaunted. It wasn't the color or dying hair that I had an issue with. It was that many of the people didn't take care of their hair after it was dyed. Their hair looked about ready to fall off their heads at any given moment and that is what I truly had an issue with. No one wants to see hair all over the place as people shed.

Walking past the stairs, I made my way to my bedroom. I resided on the second floor of my family's home along with my cat named Spot and my parents. I know Spot is a cliche dog name but, I was in a rebellious phase when I got her as a kitten and cliches were perfect ammo during my fits of rebellion. Terribly lame, I know.

Walking into my room, I grabbed a thigh length purple skirt that matched my hair, a plain white long-sleeved blouse, some grey striped knee high socks, and black ballet flats. Despite the workload looming next to my backpack, I was feeling fashionable today and bothered to brush my hair into a high ponytail as well. I smiled at myself in the mirror, green eyes looking back at me. Not to brag, but I was having a good hair day and planned to exploit it.

I grabbed some concealer and quickly applied it to the underside of my eyes to hide the dark bags that never went away thanks to school. That was all the makeup I ever bothered with and had time for.

Packing all the homework I had done into my backpack, I headed downstairs for breakfast. Mom and dad both worked night shifts, so by the time I woke up in the morning, they were usually asleep in their room. I got to see them in the evenings when they were getting ready for work and on the weekends when they stayed up at night and we hung out like a family. Because of this, I've developed a horrible sleep schedule that will probably never change. Four or less hours of sleep a night was a normal occurrence for me and I was secretly jealous of the people at school who always complained about only getting six hours sleep the previous night.

I grabbed a slice of bread and popped it into the toaster. I got milk from the fridge and began working on my math homework while I waited for toast.

By the time the toast was done, I had finished all my math and had begun to work on any science homework I hadn't already done. Math was like a second language to me and when I wanted or needed, I could work out problems quite quickly.

The toaster pinged and I gingerly grabbed the hot bread between two fingers. I grabbed my house key off the counter and headed out the front door. Locking up behind me, I double-checked the door, then started off for school. I only lived about three blocks away and it was cloudy out today.

Once at school, I met up with my friend Kate under a tree and we discussed what we'd been fangirling about the night before. She absolutely adored anything which included superheros and I liked a little bit of everything else. While we talked, other people sat under the tree with us and joined in on the current conversation of a very pressing topic; the use of toast in anime as a quick breakfast.

While we talked, we all worked on homework which had been put off the night before which caused lulls in the conversation. A new topic came up in place of toast; people landing in fictional universes.

"I think it's cool," said Kate to a black haired boy, "Imagine being transported to a world with the Avengers! I'd totally get Hawkeye's autograph."

"But think of all the damage you could cause to the story line and their futures! What if you getting his autograph caused Hawkeye to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he died! Then what would happen to the team and Black Widow?" the boy replied.

"I agree," I finally joined in, "haven't you ever read about the Butterfly Effect Kate?"

"Of course I have! But their fates are probably set in stone by the authors already."

"We don't know that for sure. It's best to stay out I think."

This conversation lasted until the first bell rang and we all scattered off to our respectful classes. I headed off to math. Despite being good at it, math was never a great way to start your day, especially when the teacher was a creepy middle age guy who really needed a shower.

We took notes from Mr. Sigg's lecture and I barely managed to keep my head up and feign actually being awake. When the bell rang, I packed up quickly and started to head out of the vacated room when Mr. Sigg called me over.

"Ms. Franklin, may I have a word with you?"

I walked quickly over to stand beside his desk. "What's up?" I asked as politely as I could. I didn't want to stay long.

"I'll make this quick then. I have been keeping an eye on your test scores and they are quite high. You'll have no trouble getting into a decent college with these scores." he stated.

I sensed a but.

"But-"

Knew it.

"These scores could drop at any time." He stood up and walked around his desk to face me. He was too close for comfort and he came closer. He grabbed my chin with cold hands and turned it left then right. "I could insure these scores remain high or fall terribly low. You just have to do me a few favors every now and then." He smiled.

Frozen to the spot by his words, I barely registered his next words. "You are quite beautiful you know…" he whispered into my ear. "Shame what might happen if you tell anyone of this conversation." He pulled his face and hand away and looked me up and down. "Meet me here after school or suffer the consequences."

Smiling to himself, he returned to his desk. I was utterly frozen in disgust to do anything. "Well, get going. You don't want to be late to your next class."

These words woke me from my stupor and I bolted.

I bolted past my second period classroom and jumped the back gates of the school. I'd never cut class before but, I was too scared and disgusted to stay. I ran into the forest behind the sports fields as it began to rain softly.

Slipping down a mud embankment, I lost one of my shoes and cried out. Wet, covered in mud, and scared/grossed out of my mind, I curled up under a nearby pine tree.

I'd never been hit on before, not even by guys in my grade. Now a man much older than me was planning to take my virginity from me. I could still feel his cold fingers gliding across my face. It was disgusting and I wanted it to stop. Using my fingernails, I started to scratch wherever on my face I felt him. I didn't stop even when my fingers turned slippery red with blood.

I sat for quite some time, calming down as the rain poured harder. Puddles were forming where I sat. I was soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably, trying to think of something, anything on how to escape this fate when lightning lit up the sky.

I decided the best coarse of action was to loose my future of going to college. I would ignore his demands and my grades would suffer the consequences. I, however, would not.

My knees creaking under my weight, I stood up, determination on my face now that I had a plan. I only got two steps away from the large pine tree trunk I'd been leaning against when lightning lit up the sky and struck the pine.

All I saw was the white of electricity before I passed out from the pain racing up and down my entire body.

I need a name for my OC. I thought of the last name Franklin for some reason but have no idea what her first name should be. Any suggestions? Let me know. :)