A few minor notes: Although some people may think this isn't really a fanfic since it doesn't fit under anything- I used various characters from different comics so technically I am still considered a fanfic makerer..*don't ask* stop staring at me . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One

Who am I? Where do I come from? What's my story? Simple questions but none that can be fully answered unless experienced by the questioner. Let me take you back a few years.

It all started at a simple public library. I wasn't big on books, nor was I a person whom enjoys studying- I had to escape my house for a while. Much like a church, the library was my sanctuary. Walking down the many aisles, I glance at a guy around my own age. As I stare at him my first thought was that I was strictly not interested. But a sudden impulse at the back of my mind wouldn't allow me to look elsewhere. Feeling that someone was watching him, he glances up. Dumb-like, I stared at him what seemed like forever, and he simply stared back questioningly. Now embarrassed, I quickly turn around and begin to walk, pretending nothing happened. I feel his eyes watching me, and at the corner of my eye I see him slam the book he was reading and begins to follow me. I turn many corners, trying to lose him- all the while thinking to myself why exactly I drew attention to myself. As I turn a sharp corner I slam right into someone's chest. "Sorry.excuse me.move." I glance up then close my eyes. This isn't happening. I take in a deep breathe then look up at him- the same guy I've been avoiding. He peers down at me through his deep brown eyes, a sort of mocking smile upon his face which I decided I hated. "Hello," he says with a slight deep voice, he obviously didn't quite finish going through puberty. "H-hi." I stumble over my words. "You speak as if unsure if your words are appropriate or not." He says. I stared at him hard as if saying 'what the hell did you just say to me?' "Yea.nice to meet you too- I'm Collette." I say to him, trying not to yell at him for first stalking me then saying such nonsense. After a while we were lost into a deep conversation. My mind wasn't thinking and my heart was in control- I didn't like it. I was experiencing 'emotions' - something that wasn't ever a friend of mine. I begin to snap to reality and realized what the topic turned to be; love. "Never experienced true love and I don't expect it to happen either." I say firmly. Staring at him I could tell that this wasn't the best thing to say. "Why so negative? Surely you'll find love sooner or later?" He said, as if he was nervous. Scornfully, I replied, "I have low expectations because I won't be disappointed when I die alone." He frowned as I spoke then his attention was drawn elsewhere. He then looks at his watch, "I'm sorry, I have to go." Before I could respond he was already gone, then I cursed at myself. Being the idiot I was, I didn't catch his name. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From now on I shall be referred to as Phat *represent*

Phat: bwahahahaha left you with a cliff-hanger! I know it sounds weird and kinda cheesy at the moment but the story will EVENTUALLY get better.