𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. | book two

🌹 soraya20 🌹

6:21 pm

"hi everyone. i'm soraya rose peters and i have superpowers," i state, as if i'm in an AA meeting.

"hi soraya," everyone says, picking up on my joke. i laugh at them.

"i'm 20, born on june 2 and i'm a superhero," i repeat, grinning. "i don't know my dad either. we have that in common alex. my mother was georgia raine peters. she met some guy and experimented. i was the result. she would always make sure i knew that she never wanted me. treated me like that just as much. i also taught myself to walk, talk, and fend for myself growing up. tv helped me a lot. i absorbed a lot of content. i'd sound out my words, spelling them would be shit. but that was me growing up.

i taught myself to cook when i was seven and ever since then the roles of who fed who changed. she eventually enrolled me in school when i was 11 and once i was in i was learning so much shit, you couldn't stop me. georgia hated seeing my grades and how happy i was. i internalized a lot of that, wondering why my mom wasn't like everyone else's. theirs came to school for them and participated in family stuff. georgia was different. nothing satisfied this woman. not all A's. not certificates. nothing.

and kids at school were no better. i couldn't keep a friend if i tried. and relationships were a no go as well. when i got to high school, i think i was pretty much solidified into who i was. matured faster than everyone i guess. i knew what i wanted and what i didn't. that intimidated a lot of people. so i kept to myself. i met my best friend during that time. her name was reeves. and we had never met," i tell them, sighing.

"wait what?" juniper asks.

"yeah, she lived in minnesota."

"how did you meet her?" alex asks.

"she liked the same band as me and commented it on one of my instagram posts. ever since then we never stopped talking."

"what happened... to her?" june asks cautiously.

"the shit that's going on right now. she went to work and she got exposed to it."

"damn, sorry ray," alex tells me, a sorrow expression on his face.

"no. it's okay. she taught me so much shit. so i know i'm okay," i nod, remembering her beautiful face smiling at me. "but, anyway, around that time, georgia and i were on our eleventh apartment. i got a side job babysitting this toddler for this rich family. i took the bus for a bit and i hated it. dudes are creeps. with my first check, i bought pepper spray and with my second and third, a taser. after that, i never touched what didn't need to be-"

"i never spent a cent that wasn't mines!" juniper yells out chuckling. "sorry, it reminded me of hamilton."

i chuckle, wishing i understand the references she makes.

"i taught myself budgeting," i continue, trying to contain my laughter. "and i stuck to that shit. i was determined. when i was 16, i met this guy and we dated. he taught me ways to maximize my money. i wouldn't partake in his theories, but i put my money into him and he shoveled out a lot back. i didn't want to be caught up in anything he had going on, but i would always be around him. things ended really bad, and ever since then i stuck to myself again. dealing with georgia and her bullshit all the time constantly.

i got a legal job and worked and saved. pretty boring life if you ask me. but dominic bumped into me two weeks ago almost and now we're here."

"we're all unique," juniper grins. "our stories, they're so intricately woven together in the most chaotic, beautiful way. we were tested of our strength, and our characters. but, we're just getting started. we have so much more to do."

"i can't wait to hear grayson's backstory," matt speaks up.

i frown.

"don't speak," i tell him.

he rolls his eyes at me and flips me off.

fuck you, bitch boy.

i look at grayson.

what is our unofficial odd one's story?

when is he going to wake up?