Author's Note This is a background story for my OC Jamie in HufflepuffPrincessEm's Avengers: Apprentice Initiative RP. I'm writing them like I would in RP._
"I'll be fine mom." Jamie said as she got ready for school. It was only two blocks away, but her parents were still worried. Mostly because she had skipped from 7th grade, to 9th in the first month of school. It was going to be her first day, and she was confident she could handle it.
"Ok sweetie. Just be careful." Her mother kissed her forehead as she grabbed her Jansport backpack. "Call us if anything happens."
"Mom, it's frowned upon to use cell phones during school hours." Jamie moaned. "You should know this." Jamie said good-bye as she walked out the door.
"Bye Jam. I don't have to leave for a long time still. So maybe I could play your Oblivion game!" Jamie's 9 year old brother called out.
Ugh, Marcus is lucky. He doesn't need to leave for another hour. Little brat, always rubbing it in. "There is no way you're going near my room, Smurf." She knew it was locked anyways, and she's the only one with the key, since she kept it around her neck at all times. It was on a piece of yoyo string.
As Jamie neared the school, she started to have a horrible migraine. What the hell? I never get headaches this bad. She thought while holding her head.
'Oh my God, there's that test today! I didn't study!' Jamie heard someone say. Looking around quickly, she couldn't see anyone besides these two girls up by the front doors, but they were to far away for Jamie to have been able to hear that clearly.
She shook it off and continued up to the front office of the school. As she passed a small group of kids, she thought she heard one of them say something to her, but when she looked, none of them were talking. I must really be nervous. She thought as she walked to the Guidance counselor's office.
"Um, I'm a new student here, I was skipped from Junior High, and the guidance counselor there told me to talk to you." Jamie said timidly. She thought she heard something again, and it seemed to come from the teacher. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"No, why?" The teacher asked.
"I just, I thought I heard you say something. Never mind." Jamie quickly composed herself as much as a nervous 12 year old could.
"Well, if you're sure. Here's your schedule and locker number. Have a nice day Jamie." The teacher said politely.
"Uh, you too, Mr. Coulson." Jamie said a bit distracted by her thoughts. She looked down at the papers in her hand. "Locker 113. How lucky…" She walked to her new locker and put her stuff away, aside from her History things in her backpack.
After lunch, the Ninth graders were called to an assembly. Jamie was doing until more students started pouring in. Once all of the freshmen were there, the assembly started. Somewhere in the back row, Jamie started panicking. Her mind was being plagued by a mish-mash of thoughts, memories, plans, and ideas. Jamie couldn't pinpoint where they were coming from, only that they were there, in her head swarming angrily like hornets. She started twitching from the overwhelming thoughts, and eventually one of the teachers noticed, and took her to the nurse's office.
Jamie had been fine until they had an end of quarter assembly, where she had a full blown anxiety attack. "I'm f-fine." Jamie stuttered in response to the Guidance counselor. "Really, Mr. Coulson. I'm ok."
"Well, we want to be sure." Mr. Coulson said kindly. "The school has contacted your parents, and I recommended that you go see a psychiatrist. You can go sit in the office until your parents show up."
"O-oh." Jamie's left hand twitched a bit again. "Ok." She got up rather quickly and waited until her mom came. "Hi mom."
"Hi Jamie, are you ok?" Her mom asked worriedly. "Mr. Coulson told me you had a panic attack. I set up an appointment for tomorrow morning."
The next day, after the meeting with the psychiatrist, Jamie was told she had a stress disorder from being in high school at such a young age. I shouldn't have told her about the things I heard. After a couple more incidents of anxiety and claims to be disappearing and reappearing at odd locations and times over the years, the psychiatrist told her she had to go to an institution for approximately three months.
"Pardon? An institution?" Jamie asked in disbelief. "Why?"
"You've been having anxiety attacks and stress related paranoid delusions." The lady explained calmly.
"Delusions? I am not delusional! I can tell the difference between reality and fantasy!" Jamie cried out. "This is real! I can hear what people are thinking, and I can teleport! I wouldn't lie about this!"
About three weeks after arriving, Coulson came back to talk to Jamie. "Mr. Coulson? What are you doing here?" Jamie asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at the school?"
"Jamie, I never really was the Guidance counselor. I'm with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, or SHIELD for short, and I have a, proposition, if you will…"
A/N: Heh, couldn't resist making Coulson the counselor. Makes sense though, he does go undercover often. So… Yeah. That's it, just a little back story. Basically, it's when they first discover their powers.