Authors Note:
Hello! I'd just like to put a few things out there. First, Jayden is my OC. I own her, but nothing else. Second, this story is going to mention events that occurred during the animated season, Justice League, where Shayara was still Hawkgirl and not Hawkwoman like she is in Young Justice. My character has taken on the mantle Hawkgirl, but still makes everyone at the cave call her Jay, like the bird. Third, I am a usual shipper of Wonderbird, so there will be many references to that, and one to Bluepulse, even though Jayden eventually falls in love with Blue. Fourth, Jayden is 100% Thanagarian. She was born there, but somehow showed up on earth a few years ago. That will be explained at the end of the story, but not now. Fifth and finally, if I get enough reviews pointing toward it, I will write more in relation to before this story. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS, and I hope it cleared up some potentially confusing stuff.
One more thing, I am aware that Jayden is the boys version of the name, I just have real-life friends named Jadyn and Jaden, so I just needed to change it somehow with still having the nickname Jay.
"Jayden! School starts in 5!"
Shayara's voice, annoying as ever, pierced the silence of my seren apartment.
"Mmmmph…" I rolled in one direction, hoping it was the long side of my bed. I was wrong. I fell with a crash onto the wooden floor. Another bruise I can add to my collection that Shayara has given me.
I let out a coughing spell, I finally managed to wake up enough to grab a random shirt and put it on. Last night's training was the worst.
"You look like shit."
Unfortunately, it was true. I hadn't been paying attention last night, and Shayara hit me in face with her weapon of choice.
I muttered under my breath, "Touché." and immediately felt my hair being yanked back.
"What did you just say to me?"
"Nothing!" I squeaked back.
"Damn straight you COWARD!" And with that, I felt the air leave my lungs and I fell to the ground, gasping. She smiled at me while I tried to remember how to breathe.
Leaving out the door, she said, "Don't tell anyone," and I followed, "Because they won't believe you and I'll find out. I know."
The door slammed, and the alarm in my room went off.
7:30. Crap.
This was my 3rd tardy this week. I grabbed my favorite sweatshirt, and fell out of the open window. Then, at the last second, I snapped my wings out, and with a big whoosh, I was off.
Maybe I wouldn't be marked absent.