I needed to post this to convince myself I'm actually writing this story. This is a Prequel to LightWriter2013's story Loki's Stray but this one doesn't need to be read first: in fact, please go read Loki's Stray while you wait for my updates.
For those of you who have read Loki's Stray; this is the story of Annie, Summer, and Tiara and how they became the amazing friends they were in Loki's Stray.
I do not own the Avengers or anything owned by the magnificent MARVEL. Nor do I own the OC's from Loki's Stray (well actually, I do own at least Tiara since the Trio was based off LightWriter2013, Chicken Brocoli 2013, and myself).
WARNING: The first couple chapters are fairly brutal and there may be Triggers. (But I don't really write stuff like that a lot so maybe it just seems really dark to me.)
Tiara was invisible. She wasn't particularly plain – in fact, she was quite pretty – nor was she stupid, just quiet. Tiara was an easily overlooked person; but when she was noticed, she was picked on.
She barely glanced up from her book as her classmates split up into groups to start their projects. Her brown hair brushed her lower back and fell over her shoulder to hide her face as she read. She was currently absorbed in her third reading of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis and a small collection of MARVEL comic books had their own pocket in her backpack.
Even her parents couldn't completely understand why she preferred books to people. For Tiara, books were her friends – things that couldn't betray you and a way to escape your own problems – and she could always stop reading if she didn't like the story; she couldn't get out of her own life that easily, unfortunately.
There were days when Tiara felt completely alone in the world.
Summer was a joke. She was clumsy and a nerd; most of the attention she got consisted of her classmates laughing at her.
Summer buried her nose in her book, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the snickers around her; she didn't know why they were laughing, but she knew they were laughing at her.
As the snickers died down, she opened her eyes and re-immersed herself in To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, the story appealed to her on a spiritual level – something about the stereotypes and prejudices that affected that small town. Nothing she said or did made any difference in the way the other students saw her; they had already decided that she was beneath them and nothing would change that.
There were days when Summer wished she could just disappear.
Annie was a punching bag. Why the school bullies thought she was the best person to beat up on, she didn't know; all she knew was that she was lucky to have lived to be thirteen.
She curled into a fetal position, hugging her bruised ribs with one hand and reaching for her backpack with the other. She had stopped carrying a phone on her person two cell's ago.
She fumbled the zipper open and slid a black cell phone out, punching the number one – her parent's speed-dial. As the phone rang, Annie clawed her way up the wall into a standing position and try to force her way towards the door. Her head pounded and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth from where she had bit her lip.
There were days when Annie wondered why they didn't just kill her and be done with it.
And you have now met the Trio before they were the Trio.
I want to thank LightWriter2013 for trusting me to write this story.
++ ImagineShine
