AN: Oh Shit! I'm back! I know it's been forever. Life has been kicking my ass. Not even gonna lie bout that.
SN: I don't own anything recognizable as being part of the SoA world that Kurt Sutter created. All the OCs and other made up shit is mine though.
SN2: The info on First 9 and the past of the Sons of Anarchy was gained from things said on the show. Wikipedia. The book Sutter released about the backstory of the club. And interviews and such.
Prologue
My name is Marissa Villenueva. Only daughter of a member of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. My father was Chico Villenueva. First 9 and the first Latino in the club. The club, Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original, SAMCRO ran a little town in California called Charming. Gemma Teller-Morrow was from the town. Left and came rolling in years later with her then husband, John Teller and his club. The club protected Charming and kept the small town small. In turn Charming turned a blind eye to the club's illegal activities. The club had a few legitimate businesses. One of which was a garage called Teller Morrow or TM.
I was raised along side Gemma's two sons Jackson (Jax) and Thomas. As well as Harry Winston (Opie), son of another First 9, Piney. The year I turned six things changed for not only me but the club. Bloody '92 as it was known through club history was the year the Sons started beefing with another club, the Mayans. Dad had set the two clubs up as allies but something happened and by that year war had broken out . My father was a casualty of that war. I was raised from then on by my mother, Marisol. I also lost my best friend that year. Thomas, youngest of the Teller boys, was three months older and born with a heart problem. Or as Gemma called it, the family flaw. The flaw came from her side. Both Teller sons had it. Jax's wasn't so bad that he needed surgery but Thomas's was. The flaw made Thomas vulnerable to getting sick more than most. He made it to his sixth birthday before getting so sick he never recovered. When I was twelve, Jax and Opie eighteen, they started prospecting for the club. It was a formality. As the sons of that first president and vice president they were the heir apparent to those titles. I was being groomed to become a Old Lady. By now John Teller was dead and Gemma had remarried Clay. Last of the First 9. I also developed a huge crush on Opie at twelve.
When I turned eighteen major changes came again...and that's where this story begins.
Chapter 1: I Hate High School
I pulled my car into the TM lot and exhaled. I just finished the longest damn near eight hours at Charming High. I hate that place. The girls only wanted to befriend me to be near the "bad boys" and the boys only wanted to befriend to get near the club in hopes of becoming a prospect or the thought I was easy because I grew in motorcycle club. Delusional fools the lot of them. The only genuine friendship I had was a girl named Laine. Her family owned the local diner and her father was a friend of the club. She was kinda in the same boat as me as to why people wanted to be her friend.
"Oh my God! I can't wait til graduation. " Laine said as she got out of my car.
"Me either. Longest two months ever." I replied as I mentally counted down. We walked into the office to speak to my mother and godmother. "Hey Ma. Hey Gemma." I said plopping onto the couch opposite their desks.
"Hi Ms. Gemma and Ms. Marisol." Laine said sitting on the arm of the couch.
"How was school? " my mother asked. If she would've looked up from her paperwork she would've seen me rolling my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain.
"It was great. " We said in unified sarcasm. That caused both women to look up.
"What did you two do?" asked Gemma.
"Nothing. This time. " Laine said.
"But I can't promise not to punch Missy Hale through a locker. " was my follow up statement. The Hale family was a founding family of Charming. The current aspiring mayor was Missy 's dad, Jacob and her uncle was on the police force. It was no secret the Hales wanted the MC out of Charming.
"How bout not provoking that family." was Marisol's sage advice. I resisted the urge to say No Shut Sherlock. One look at Laine and I knew she was doing the same. Gemma, sensing dangerous ground, changed the subject.
"You girls excited about prom?"
"Sure. Crammed into a hotel conference room with a school approved DJ playing a school approved playlist is my idea of fun." I was on point with the sarcasm today.
"Oh please, Rissa, stop it. Prom is probably the only high school rite of passage either of us is looking forward to completing." Laine was right. Other than graduation I wasn't really excited about much Charming High related.
"Either of you got dates?" Laine and me look at my mother like she suddenly turned into a Hydra. Then looked at each. Is she for real?
"We're each others date, Ma."
"That's right boo!" Before either of us could ruin a Whitney song, Gemma shooed us out of the office. We walked into the clubhouse giggling.
"Trouble and her sister just walked in!" Tig, a member, announced our entrance.
"You're Trouble." we said pointing at each other. Giggles turning into full blown laughter. We sat down at the bar. Well I did. Laine sat on the bar.
"Ew, Laine. You seriously sittin on the bar? You've seen the things that have been done on that surface." Laine hopped off like her ass was on fire.
"So, Princess, big plans for your 18th birthday?" Tig asked as he draped his arm around my shoulders. My birthday was the following weekend.
"Only big plan is some ink. And don't call me princess."
"Happy doin your ink?" Happy was a Son in the Tacoma, Washington charter. Also known as SAMTAC.
"Yeah. Asked last time i was in Tacoma. Him and whoever from SAMTAC will be here Friday afternoon." Laine and i stayed a little longer shooting the shit before heading home.
I left the clubhouse excited for my birthday and legal entry into adulthood.
