This is for the Squad by Foxy_Skipper
Though the character is not me, she is heavily based off of me because apparently I'm obsessed with myself lol.
I was always the see-through one.
Transparent. I was hardly even there. No one noticed me. Or they didn't care to. But it was okay. I was so introverted, I couldn't even speak to anyone when I started to get older.
People would ask me things like "Why don't you ever talk?" And "Why are you so quiet?"
And I would just shrug and smile. They always seemed satisfied with that answer. Or they had just given up. I was known by the school as the quiet kid.
I was alone, but I was happily alone.
My sense of adventure was as strong as any other kid's though. I could still force myself to do speeches. I could force myself to do group work. And I could force myself to smile, even when I felt nothing.
But when I left elementary school, things began to change.
The world began to spin faster, the days rushing past and slipping through my fingers like silk caught in a strong wind.
Everyone around me was changing and wearing makeup and getting boyfriends and leaving me behind. I was stuck in a time bubble. It was so much harder to talk to people.
And I was content. Sort of.
Everything was out of my control. People began to overlook me even more. People began to forget me. I was always picked last for teams, even before now. But it was okay.
Sort of.
By the end of middle school, I knew there must be something more to me. By high school I was sure. I had noticed one thing about me that I hadn't seen visibly in any one of my peers.
My sense of adventure never weakened.
If anything, it had gotten stronger. I wanted to run for a purpose. I wanted to fight for someone.
My self consciousness finally kicked in. I was starting to fear loneliness. But it was too late to try and make friends.
The world continued to blur around me and I couldn't even touch it anymore. It felt like I was stuck inside a tiny metal soundproof box.
I came down with depression.
I was not proud of it, but I began to resort to harmful coping mechanisms.
My family thought I was being dramatic. Everyone thought I was being dramatic.
But I didn't know how to cry for help. I was scared to cry for help.
Then, one day, I found a strange white choker necklace.
It was in my bag, so I figured it was meant for me.
I felt an unusual pull to it.
So I took it up to my room and put it on.
And there was a weird bug thing in front of me.
It was a little white lynx with gray dots on her face named Alas. She had brilliant blue eyes like mine.
She was my first and only friend.
I soon learned how to fight and use my powers and weapon. It was a whip, which I found kind of weird and disappointing until I learned to get around with and use it. I hadn't yet found my special ability, and Alas wouldn't tell me for some reason, claiming it was dangerous or something.
And it all came from a white choker necklace.
I was a closet Lynx themed superhero named Swaggy.
I found the name also weird and disappointing until I got used to it. I was one with my alter ego.
But no one knew.
Fighting for people filled the hole in my heart. I was finally doing something. It felt amazing to be a hero. To be free. To be loved.
I was still always getting used to the spotlight, however, as I've always had stage fright.
Then one day, I was fighting a particularity difficult villain who had me pinned against a wall when I saw a flash of orange and fierce turquoise eyes...
