Memories

Chapter One

Ever since I could remember, my father was ever so fascinated with quantum energy. Or in this matter, anything that involved facts and scientists. Not only did this obsession of science pull himself away from his daughter and mother, but pulled him into a dark part of science that no one saw coming.

I remember working on school homework on a plane to New York City. The plane ride from Michigan to NYC wasn't a long flight, but long enough to get through my third grade homework. I remember asking my father for help on basic division. His pale gray eyes looked at me with innocence. He would just smile and hand me his very expensive calculator before going back to his notepad of equations and solutions.

The only reason I had to tag along was because my mother was somewhere with her stud of the month.

My mother is a sweet woman, never showed me a dark side of her. She has an issue with wine, but she cares even more when she is drunk. My mother left my father when I was in kindergarten, the reason being he never cared to do anything with me besides bragging about his newest project.

It's almost a bittersweet life I live in. Even though my family is falling apart, I still have the best time with both of them.

When father and I landed, we went straight to Mr. Osborns house. My dad and Mr. Osborn were very close, as they both had a passion for science. I would stay and hang out with the dog while the two scientists would lock themselves into an office and discuss confidential formulas.

I never hated going on trips with my dad. I just didn't like how he never cared enough for me.

By the time I was 16, my father left without speaking to me again. He ran off with his assistant to NYC, to pursue a dream of his. I was heartbroken...

For weeks I stayed in bed crying, my mother holding me tightly and whispering to me it was all going to be okay.

"You don't need him anyways, my little love. Momma's got you..." She would reassure me.

My mother always made me feel better about my father leaving and her wine obsession didn't bother me as much either. She stopped dating and fooling around to help me get through high school.

For my 18th birthday, mother saved up all her money from working at the bar to help pay for my schooling in New York. Her father helped me out too as he tried to help mother and I out ever since father left mom when I was in kindergarten.

Mother had moved to Florida with my grandfather once I moved to NYC. I was happy for her, she needed something that wouldn't remind her of how crappy father was, and every other guy she ever talked to.

By the age of 20, I had dated a guy for a couple months, with it ending with him cheating. Big whoop. I wasn't hurt at all by it. I was actually happy to be free and alone in the big apple. Not having to care about anyone but yourself in a city full of people was the greatest feeling ever...

But then it happened...

The Daily Bugle is the most popular news company in New York. Spiderman was a "vigilante" and a "menace to society". He mad front page: "Spiderman murdered Norman Osborn, Founder of Oscorp".

My 22nd birthday came around, just as I was entering senior year at my university. I was super excited, stoked to be exact. I am super dedicated to my school work, and the job I got last year at the bar a few blocks from home. It was going great.