chapter 1

it's not the future you're afraid of

it's the repeating of the past

that makes you anxious

The school bell rang and everybody filed out of the classrooms. I quickly dumped my books into my bag and scrunched my random drawings into a ball. The last lesson was just as boring and pointless as ever. Everything they taught me I had known since i was 4. I don't even see the point of coming to school anymore but my adoptive parents insisted so. Then a group of girls stopped me on my way out.

"Hey," said the one that looked like the leader "you wanna come to our beach party this weekend?". I paused. No one would ever invite me to anything like that. Never have i been to someone's party. All cos I'm the outcast. The quiet one. The unwanted orphan that got adopted.

"oh wait," carried on the girl, "maybe you can't come because you're too busy doing maths at home since this stuff is 'not advanced enough' for Miss Perfect." she said with a super fake innocent face and the crowd of girls behind her burst into laughter. So this is what it's about then? Mockery? "i mean, have you even been to the beach? Or are your parents too poor to take you?" the crowd of girls burst again into a fit of laughter. The truth is, i have never been to the beach. The reason was my parents were too poor to take me. They had spent most of there money trying to save my 'sister' from her accident when i was 5. But in the end, she still died leaving our family under tons of debt. We were barely still managing to live. "personally, I think you'd do with some more tan." she carried on, "look at you!" she said with a disgustingly fake sympathetic face as she reached her hand up to my face. "you're as pale as a dead person!" she said, slapping me in the face, leaving me with a burning sensation of pain both inside and outside. Again, her sidekicks burst into simultaneous laughter. That's it ,I thought, I'm not having anymore of this. I lifted my head up and looked straight into her eyes. The others suddenly went quiet. I stepped closer to her. "well i don't know about you but I'd rather be dead than being you." i said, raising my hand and slapping her across her cheeks, she clutched her face. The ferocity in her eyes were now fading away. The empty hallways ringed with the echos of the slap. She stepped back. "i mean, look at you !" I stepped forwards again. "how can you even see with all these mascara?" I ripped off her fake eyelashes as she gave a short high-pitched scream. I threw it on the floor and trod over it. She stumbled backwards. "Also...i heard your parents just got divorced last week." there were murmurs in the crowd of confusion. "oh wait, have you not told your fellow adorers here about that yet? You're welcome." her face was full of terror. I reached towards her arm and swiftly twisted it backwards. There were gasps from the crowd as she cried out in pain. Slowly I let go. Her followers and her quickly scurried out of the door in a tight huddled group. Happy that they've left at last, i gave myself a satisfied smirk.

I was about to leave when i heard a slow clapping coming from outside the classroom. A man dressed all in black with an eye-patch over his left eye walked towards me. Behind him were 2 other guys in suits that looked like security guards. "oh you truly are his daughter." said the guy with the eye-patch. "My name is Fury." he reached out his right hand for me to shake. "I work for S.H.I.E.L.D"

"hey," i said, shaking his hand and trying to look polite while my mind raced with questions. Who are they? What do they want from me? And who is 'he'? "My name is Anastas-"

"we know who you are." said 'Fury'. Is that even his actual name? I thought.

"oh, um, well, okay what can i do for you?" i tried looking innocent and smiling. Random creepy government guy turns up knowing your name? My knowledge of this from movies tell me this isn't gonna end too well. I thought i covered up my tracks after hacking into their database? Dunno.

"don't worry Miss Nickleson, you're not in too much trouble."he said, grinning slightly, as if able to read my thoughts. Oh great he knows, i thought. "but we do need you to come with us."

"what? Oh sorry i meant why?" I quickly covered it up.

"It's about your birth father."

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