I'll be updating chapters semi-regularly. (hopefully) I'm sorry I didn't update second chapter soon, but I was at my grandma's for three days. HER HOUSE DOESN'T HAVE A WIFI. So...I did write loads back there, just couldn't upload it...Well anyway, enjoy! Also, New Bern is a fictional town and I do not own MARVEL
Freyja was lying on her bed facing the ceiling, enjoying a little nap. She was wearing a crumpled shirt and an outer cloth. A baseball cap was sitting on her face, covering her whole. Her feet was dangling outside the bed. In her chest, the necklace was sitting.
Suddenly, an alarm clock started to ring on the table next to her bed. Just after that, the small opening in Freyja's bedroom door opened and a food tray slided in.
Freyja took the cap off her face and frowned at the sunlight. She jumped out of the bed and reached for the tray. She stuck her face in front of the opening.
"Hey, what about the chocolate I asked for? I told you I ran out of it."
"That's all. Please just eat it, and don't leave it. I don't want to face Ms Carroll when she is angry." a man pleaded to her outside the door.
"Well, good luck then." Freyja gave a playful salute to him by raising her cap.
When she heard his footstep fade away, she immediately grabbed the tray and threw everything in the bin. Freyja picked her backpack up and went to the window which was blocked with a metal bar. She grabbed it with her both hand and pulled it gently. Slowly, the bars came out from the window, and Freyja quietly opened the window.
Soon, she was outside the window, holding a wall with one hand. She placed the bar back to the window and quickly jumped to the ground. Though her room, no, her CELL, was on the highest floor, she never hurt herself. She've been doing this for quite a long time.
As soon as her feet hit the ground, Freyja dashed towards the forest near the orphanage. She jumped in glee as she felt the air flew around her.
This orphanage where Freyja have been living since 1990, resided in Miami, New Bern. Particularly, the orphanage was in the mountain far off the downtown and the woods were everywhere. So no one ever noticed Freyja sneak out every day. It was a quiet place.
Freyja, running down the hills, recalled the day she first came to the orphanage. After she went through the Bifrost, she was found on the hill near the orphanage. Since then, the people took her in and Freyja stayed with other kids for few weeks.
'Short weeks,' Freyja smirked at the memory. She could still clearly remember the day she first met Ms Carroll. Being frightened, Freyja nearly blew Ms Carroll's head up. Fortunately, Freyja's unstabled power only left Ms Carroll's hair a burn.
It took few more weeks and some kids taken to the hospital till she was 'isolated' in her own room. Freyja was too perplexed to control her powers back then.
'Isolated is a nice term, I'd rather say confined,' she thought to herself. She was now walking on the highway heading the town.
Her 'confinement' was the best way to avoid her from hurting anyone else later. It was also the best way to avoid explaining the other orphans why Freyja didn't age much. She still looked like a teenager though she stayed on Earth for almost 20 years.
Freyja finally reached the downtown. New Bern was a small town with less cars, less people, and lots of gangs. People from different cultures came here to live, most of them being Latinos. On the outskirts, most people farmed, but on the town, most people runned a black market. New Bern was kind of an exotic place for outsiders, but it was considered a trait of this town by the residents.
Freyja walked along the major road and slipped into the Starbucks on the intersection. Her friend, Cassy, was waiting for her already. Freyja placed her backpack next to Cassy and sat down on the chair opposite to her.
"Hi, Cass, what's that you're drinking?" Freyja cheerfully asked.
"Oh, you know, my usual latte." She answered casually and took one sip from the mug.
Cassy was a one of the girls living in Freyja's orphanage. She first came here when it was Freyja's 6th year in the orphanage. Freyja sneaked out at night when she met Cassy. Cassy was crying, looking for her parents. Freyja calmed her and brought her quietly back to her room. Since then, they quickly became friends. For every day after that day, Freyja sneaked out to downtown to meet Cassy.
Cassy was turning 21 this year, and she was already accepted in police school in New York. She was righteous, and confident. Everyone loved her for it. Freyja was proud of having a friend like her. Though her righteousness sometimes led them into trouble.
"You're not going to order coffee?" Cassy shot Freyja a knowing look and smirked.
"Shut up, I was just about to do that." Freyja glared at her. Soon, a man who was sweeping the floor came to Freyja.
"Hey ladies! It's been a while, how come I never saw you lately?" he asked.
"Let's say we've been busy."
Suddenly Cassy interrupted.
"Actually, she's been going to other cafe. She claims that Starbucks coffees are expensive dishwater."
"Traitor." He stared at Freyja with a hurt look. Freyja looked at Cassy and said 'shut up' with her mouth.
"Don't complain, Jay, unless your cafe is planning to support the whole town's economy. Respect other's taste, okay?"
"Huh! Yeah, how can I beat you with words," Jay said sarcastically and walked away. But then he stopped and turned around.
"Dish water, hmm? Try the new menu, it'll change your perspective," and he walked away again.
"With my pleasure," Freyja murmured and turned to look out the window. Then she met Cassy's eyes who was smirking.
"When are you gonna ask him?" she asked.
"Ask what?" Freyja escaped Cassy's gaze.
"To go on a, I don't know, maybe a DATE?"
Freyja didn't answer. She just stood up and went to the counter to order a coffee. After a while, she came back and said, "Why should I?"
"You HATE Starbucks. Yet you come here almost everyday. I thought it was obvious. Also, there's nothing wrong with a woman asking a man out."
"You're right. But this is just like a flirt, nothing more."
"Uh-huh" Cassy turned her head to look at Jay who was cleaning the desks like his life depended on it. She sighed heavily. Freyja always caught everyone's eyes. She was mysteriously captivating. But she never really bothered in man and stuff. So for a few years, Cassy actually thought Freyja was homosexual.
"Here's Hazelnut Chocolate Latte for miss rich-taste," Jay winked at Freyja, handing her the coffee.
Cassy didn't miss the look on Freyja's face. Nope, she is not gay, for sure.
