A/N: First fanfiction everyone! I hope you guys like it! R&R please :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, I do not own Oceans by Evanescence, I do not own anything else I mention

Except I only own my main OC Aylia, and my other OCs Maddie and Elli


Chapter 1: Just a Useless, Normal Day

Go to school.

Go home.

Be utterly bored.

It had been just like every other usual day.

Just another useless, normal day.

Or so I'd thought…

I slipped on a blue sweater and grey jean shorts, groaning when I looked at the time.

I knew I slept in too late! Dang it!

I knew now I was going to miss school if I didn't get my butt moving.

I sighed and sat at the foot of my bed, yanking on my favorite pair of knee-length black boots.

I stood, running off to the bathroom and snatching my brush off the sink counter. I brushed my hideous-looking matted black hair. I growled in annoyance as my appearance with my hair brushed didn't look any more appealing than when I'd first climbed out of bed.

I soon gave up to the appalling look I had, and pulled a black beanie on to try to cover up my hair's untidiness.

It was strange, though, because my hair was usually strait. Ah well.

I sprinted out of the bathroom and bolted downstairs. I snatched a black leather jacket from the closet and flung my book bag over my right shoulder after pulling the jacket on first.

"Bye mother!" With that, I bolted out the door and down the street. Before I did, though, I thought I heard her saying something about me going to my 'babysitter's' house right after school. I groaned at that thought and continued running to the direction of the school.

It kinda sucked for me to have to walk to school every day… but you get used to it after a while.

After seven or so long, exhausting, and utterly dreadful hours, it was almost time to leave the torturous school and actually do something worthwhile.

But the bell hadn't rung yet. It almost was time…

I sat in my seventh-period class, mathematics, and fiddled with my pencil, not bothering paying attention to the teacher as she lectured on and on about our homework.

I knew the entire curriculum, anyway, so it's not like it mattered or anything if I listened.

Truth is, the whole day I hadn't been paying any attention what-so-ever to my different teachers. From World History to Mathematics, not one single word registered in my mind.

I kept my eyes peeled on the clock hanging in the front of the room. I tapped the tip of my pencil on my desk as one thought came to mind:

Just…One…More…Minute…

The bell rung soon after and I flung myself out of my desk, slinging my book bag over my right shoulder, and bolting right out the door. I ran through the hallways, squeezing my way past everyone else. I had been a very diminutive ninth-grader, being only 4'10". My stature was strange, though, because my mother and father are exceptionally tall; my father being 6'3" at least. I did, however, bear a great resemblance to my father; putting aside our differing statures. I have strait jet black hair and vibrant, mischievous green eyes like him; I also was known to have a temper like his as well. I kind of also have the same accent as his as well; and better yet my friends joke about me sounding British. But I'm not. Not even close. I'm something else entirely. I'll explain later.

But getting back on topic; I, however, look like neither my mother nor father in some distinctive ways. I have the tips of my hair dyed a blue-green tint and I have paler skin than the both of them.

Sadly, though, my parents are divorced and I was forced to living with just my mother, not even getting to see my father…If he even is still alive. My mother told me a few years ago he had died…

"Hey Frostbite!"

I stopped and soon turned, smiling happily as I saw my friend catching up to me in the hallway.

That had been the nickname my friends had always called me: Frostbite. I never was told why they called me that, though… The only reasons that are actually logical of why they call me that have to do with things I never mentioned to them in our entire lives… Hmph.

"Hi El!" I called to my friend, Elli Wyatt, who stood next to me now, jokingly taunting me about my height by using my left shoulder as a type of arm rest.

"What's up?" she asked, a smirk growing on her face.

"Nothing really… except for the fact that it's finally Spring Break. Yay, I guess…" I let out a nervous chuckle. I was really looking forward to no school… but there was another thing worrying me about break… "Anyways… what are you doing Spring Break?"

"Well, nothing really, besides going to California for a short while… How about you?" Her long, wavy brunette hair fell to her shoulders as she pulled out her ponytail, her blue eyes glancing back over at me for an answer.

"I am going to Germany… Nothing much, only for my mom's business and stuff…" I shrugged as we walked out the front office area.

"Lucky…" Elli whispered, groaning soon when she spotted her mom's car. "Well, I got to go now, see ya later Aylia!" she called out, running across the street to climb into her Jeep. "Have fun in Germany!" she yelled from the passenger seat as it drove off, leaving me alone again.

I then started walking home, as I did every day. It doesn't take very long to walk from the school to my house, but still, it felt like forever.

I unlocked the front door, stepping inside and kicking my shoes off. I walked upstairs in my bedroom, a grin crossing my face.

I reached inside my closet and pulled out an acoustic guitar. I sat at the foot of my bed and started playing it softly.

I then started singing. My voice sounded terrible to me, but my friends always said I had a very beautiful voice. I really doubted them, but I liked to sing, anyway. It kind of relaxed me and got my stress of my shoulders.

"Don't want to be the one to walk away.

But I can't bear the thought of one more day.

I think I finally understand what it means to be lost.

Can't find the road to lead us out of this.

A million miles from where we burned the bridge.

Can't keep pretending everything's gonna be alright," I sang, having memorized the song a while ago.

I then continued with the song -which was Oceans, by Evanescence-,

"With the whole world falling around me.

Cross the oceans in my mind!

Find the strength to say goodbye!

In the end, you never can wash the blood from your hands…"

I soon finished singing the song, having been playing a harmony to it on my guitar during the whole thing.

I put my guitar away, and my eyes soon widened and I worriedly sprinted into the hallway.

"CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!"

I bolted downstairs as fast as possible, nearly slipping once and almost tumbling down the stairs if I hadn't had caught myself first. I slipped my shoes on and bolted out the door, after first quickly snatching my leather jacket. I threw my jacket on over my light blue sweater and I sprinted down the street, soon screeching to a halt at one of the houses. I rang the doorbell, while still panting for air. A blond-haired, eighteen-year-old girl flung open the door.

"S-Sorry Maddie… I almost forgot my mother told me… to go straight from school… to here…" I said in multiple breaths, still panting.

"It's fine! Jeeze, are you alright?" She seemed to have noticed my heavier breaths after my rush to get there. "Need a glass of water or something?" she asked, side-stepping out of the doorway to allow me to enter.

"Naw…" I kicked my shoes off inside as she shut the door. "…I'm alright. Just tired. Too much walking," I groaned, walking into the living room and flinging myself onto the couch as if it were my own home.

I pulled my phone out, realizing that I had several messages -all from Elli- and one reminder. I looked at the reminder, and it read: Go to airport at 6:30PM to fly to Germany.

I squealed happily, recalling my trip and that I was leaving tonight. My mom had also required me to pack all my things last night, so I'm all ready to go, too.

I looked up at the clock that hung next to the flat-screen TV. It read: 4:38PM.

A smirk crossed my face, recognizing the spare time I had before I was to depart to the airport. I soon frowned, realizing that I couldn't do anything really because of having a babysitter that's three years older than me.

What I wonder, is why I have a babysitter…Gosh, I'm 15…Old enough to stay home alone…

I groaned at my thoughts, glancing down at my phone and hoping a game would occupy my time until I departed.