Something about the sunrise in the middle of Queens eased my soul. The quietness of the city and the unity of early risers on the subway, knowing that we were all tired and just wanted to go back to sleep, but that wasn’t an option.
This was my new reality that I’d grown to love over the last few weeks. I had finally decided to move out of my grandparent’s house, opting to convert it to an Air B and B which was kept together by business partner Daniel, a man in his late 40s with a heart of gold.
It was a big change, going from a small town in England, freshly out of college, to America and joining a high school again.
Alone.
I hadn’t built up the courage to build any bridges in the first few days I had been at Midtown, very aware of the lingering gazes and hushed whispers about the ‘new girl’.
Not that I was too bothered, high school kids were never really my thing, I was only attending because I was curious to see how their education system ran and to possibly get to know some people near my age.
My pencil tapped against my arm whilst I frowned down at my Math questions. How the fuck was I supposed to find out what the curve was?
A familiar tingling across my scalp made me brush my fingers through my hair, plucking the pink carnation and shoving it into my bag quickly.
“How are you doing, Alexandrite?” a voice sounded nearby, and I met the eyes of my teacher, Mr Julius with a tight-lipped smile, pushing my glasses up my nose.
“fine, thanks.” He nodded, moving on and I let my shoulders relax.
The flower thing had started when I was 11, conveniently the same week I had started my period. I had some sort of peculiar…gift I guess you could call it, where flowers grew from my hair when I felt strong emotions, which also affected nearby plants.
It wasn’t too bad when I was younger, but as I grew up and began to struggle with my mental health after the death of my parents, it was becoming obvious that something about me was strange to other people in the community.
So, my grandparents homeschooled me for a year, and helped me get to grips with controlling my emotions, or at least concealing my powers a little better. I hadn’t had any issues since and I wasn’t about to start now, the last thing I wanted was to get on SHIELD’s radar for some flower power.
I knew it was a risk moving so close to Manhattan, which is notorious for superheroes, but I really fancied Brooklyn, but the prices were too high, so I ended up in Queens.
The shrill of the bell brought me out of my thoughts and the notebook was placed into my bag before I got to my feet, making my way out of the classroom.
I pulled at the rolled-up sleeves of my jumper, feeling a little hot after the stress of math class, but there was no way I was taking this off with only a crop top on beneath. Teenage boys and dress codes were a no-no. I just hoped that nobody would be sat-
“oh my gosh I’m so sorry” I apologized instantly as a shoulder bumped mine, books falling to the ground.
The boy wearing a Hawaiian shirt gaped back at me and I quickly reached down and collected his items, handing them to him.
“you’re the new girl” he stated with big eyes, and I could feel my face growing red under his attention.
“I tend to go by Alex,” I joked lightly, and he grinned, “and what do I call you? Engineering kid?” the topic of his books stood out to me.
“Ned Leeds,” he held out his hand for me to shake, which I did with a smile, happy he wasn’t gapping at me anymore.
“I like your shirt”
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Flowers trapped in the web
FanfictionOC x Peter Parker Alex has a gift, not a very useful gift but a gift nonetheless. Ever needed a floral bouquet because this girl can grow it for you! What happens when Alex is confronted with the smart Peter Parker who has a secret of his own? Wil...