Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or any of its products/tv shows/goods/etc. I also don't own Girl Scout Cookies or Girl Scouts.

Also, this is a different narrator then last chapter.

-lilybear08

Prologue Part 2

I ran down the rainy streets of Jump City, my jacket over my head, trying not to get wet. So here's the deal, my entire life I was taught that when I turned 18, I was going to do great things, the foes would be defeated, yadeyadayada. My adoptive dad was crazy, and he always droned on about this. I was pretty much isolated from the entire world, as it was "too dangerous for his little Brit…"

Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Britannica. I'm a 10 year old freak of nature who can wear a tank top in the snow, has freaky white skin, can control snow and ice with her mind, and is very sarcastic. Nice to meet you.

So, back to our story/autobiography, I got mad at him one day when I couldn't leave the house to play baseball in my front yard with my friends. He was really mad at me, and he stuck out on me. He'd told me numerous times "Sometimes pain can teach us lessons," but he doesn't use it in the way it means. I started screaming, and I pinned him to the wall with little ice spikes.

I ran outside as he unpicked the spikes, with only me, the ball and my jacket. I could I have sworn I saw his car drive by, and I heard people shouting "Why does this man yell 'Britannica!' out of his car window! (Censor) him, I just want peace!" I just kept running, until I made it to the bus stop, I hid behind the bench, and waited for the bus. Finally, a bus appeared with the banner reading "Gotham to Jump City, all for free!" I ran on and took a seat and watched as I pulled further and further away from that hell of a city, it shrinking as my distance increased.

So hopefully that explains why I'm in Jump City. And by the way, if I do swear, blame my parents.

I ran through the streets of Jump City, knocking on all the doors I see, trying to get food, water, clothing, basically everything I will. Many people didn't answer, some yelled go away, while others said they simply didn't have anything. I started to lose hope, and I let myself got lost in my thoughts for a while.

Dammit Brit. You seriously just couldn't listen to your "father." You just had to go ape, and now your freaking screwed. You'll die of starvation, or thirst, or something ridiculous like that, with nobody who ever loved you. They'll just find your body lying in an alley, and ask themselves who was this girl, and why is she dead in the alley. You just had to screw it up…you just had to screw it…

"Shut up!" I yell at my head, like it could possibly reply. I stood up and knocked on the door of the house closest to me. I felt anxious when I saw an elderly lady with a cane open the door. She was probably only 6 inches taller than me, hunched over like that.

"Oh, are you selling Girl Scout Cookies?" the woman asked, her face beaming.

"Uh, so sorry, miss," I say, hoping not to disappoint her. If I learned anything when I was raised, one was to respect your elders.

"Edith. My name is Edith Huntington," the woman said with a smile. She offered me to shake her hand and I did, returning the smile.

"Well, I'm so sorry, but I don't sell cookies. In fact, I actually could, um, use some cookies. Well, not really!" I say, probably sounding stupid. "My name is Britannica, and I'm… an orphan! Ya, I'm an orphan. And the orphanage I come from was so cruel, I ran away. I could really use some food, water, maybe some clothing, or anything. But if you don't have any…"

"Oh dear, please come in! I have a lot of my daughter's old clothes and her back pack, which you can have. While you go grab that, I'll prepare you some of Edith's traditional tomato soup!" she said with a small chuckle. I laugh for the first time in a while, and I simply say "Thank you, Ms. Huntington," before proceeding upstairs to find her daughter's clothing.

It's easy to find her old daughter's room, as it's bright pink with little hearts and flowers everywhere. I walk inside, and I find a pile of clothes on her bed and a blue backpack, with the "B" on the back. I stuff as much as I can into the bag, and I throw it over my shoulder. It's heavy, but overtime I would cope with it. I walked downstairs and smelled the sweet, juicy aroma coming from the kitchen. I walk inside to see Ms. Huntington in an apron, taking a pot out of the oven. I see her pour it into two bowls, and she put on bowl in front of my face. I saw her pour the other bowl's contents into what looked like an insulated water bottle.

"Dinner is served, deary!" she says happily, as she sits down to have her soup. "But be extra careful, it will be HOT!" I chuckle as she hums pleasantly, waiting for the soup to cool.

"Um, excuse Ms. Hunting.."

"Just call me Edith, Ms. Huntington is too professional!"

"Okay, Edith. This backpack has the first letter of my name on it. What was your daughter's name?" I ask. She takes a sip of soup before she answers, and she burps.

"Oh, excuse me! Anywho, B is for Bianca. She was my only daughter, as my husband sadly passed away due to lung cancer," she says. I nod, not wanting to pressure her about her dead husband, and I pick up the bowl and I just chug it down. My throat is burning afterwards, and I cringe. Stupid icy powers.

I stay silent as Edith finished her soup. When she finished, she took our bowls and placed them near the sink. "I put some water bottles an leftover soup in your back pack. I really wish you good luck on escaping the orphanage!" she says.

I was about to say "What do you mean, orphanage?" but I then remembered my lie and I say "Thank you." I open the door and simply wave, not wanting to make something as simple as this sad. She smiled cheerfully and she waved, however I say a tear go down her cheek. I just shook it off as I ran down the alleys, a new life in front of me.

A week later, I found out by listening to her neighbors that Edith was talking about how a sweet young lady came to her house looking for help, and that the young girl reminded her too much of her daughter. I smiled when I heard them and I walked away from them, hands in my pockets, and like I said earlier, a new life in fron of me.